Magic and Mutants

Training Doom was honestly not as difficult as I thought it would be. I was expecting an arrogant asshole, not a willing student, but shockingly, that is what I got.

After telling Doom everything that happened since he got frozen, he was surprisingly fine with being frozen that long, stating that "In being frozen I had my powers taken from me, but now you grant me power that would put what I had to shame. It is a fair trade."

He was rather pissed at the fact that Oscorp bought Van Damme enterprises, but considering that it was going bankrupt and the Board members essentially gave the company away to me, his anger quickly dissipated.

I did tell him my secret identity and offer him a job at Oscorp, but he refused out of pride. Oh well, I took what I could get out of him.

My training methods were radically different than the way I was trained in Kamar Taj. Where there we were taught in groups and then expected to self-study with absolutely no access to any form of technology, my way was almost the opposite. I still encouraged self-study in Doom using the small library I had amassed, it was still nowhere near Kamar Taj's level or even the Ancient One's personal collection, but it was still new in comparison. I also gave him ideas on how to enchant objects, technological objects like watches or articles of clothing. I myself had started enchanting several of my own Armors to give me more durability, power storage, and protection against Magical attacks. On top of that, I was a task master. I taught him combat, I taught him how to use a sling ring, I taught him everything he knew.

Just not everything, I knew.

He asked questions, and I answered. He asked me stuff like "Do gods exist?" in turn I would show him Asgard. He would ask me if there were more forms of magic than what I was teaching him, I answered in the positive and offered to teach him more once we were done with his current training.

I had to give him credit; he was learning everything I taught him like a sponge. Every bit of information I threw his way, he absorbed it, mastered it, and wanted more. So I gave it to him.

This is what I wanted to do in my past life. I wanted to become a teacher; I wanted to be able to pass down my knowledge to someone willing to receive it. If I wasn't in the Marvel Universe, I may have just moved to Kamar Taj permanently to just keep teaching new recruits.

Unfortunately that wasn't possible.

Eventually, a few months in, I gave him a project. Create and enchant his own suit of armor. It could be technological; it could be just a few hunks of metal. I honestly didn't care. Make and enchant a suit of armor and then show me. If it impresses me, I would move on and start teaching him some of the harder magic that I have learned. Stuff like transfiguration, illusions, the like.

He impressed me.

The suit of armor looked like a cross between an Iron Man suit and the comic version of the Dr. Doom suit. Using a similar mask he wore against the Fantastic Four, he was able to integrate it into the suit. It was big, it was powerful, and it was meant to intimidate. The cloak he wore over it was also a nice touch. Using the components I had given him, he made a suit worthy of being worn by Dr. Doom.

The suit looked like what Dr. Doom wore when he became the Infamous Iron Man, with a few changes. Using three small arc reactors (I had given him the parts, he had built them), he placed one in the chest and one in each shoulder giving him plenty of power for the rest of the functions. This included a force field, an energy gun attached to the tip of his index finger, a breathing system giving him several hours' worth of air should he need it, rocket boots and a jet pack, so he can keep his hands free while flying, and a whole lot of other technological tricks including insulation against any elemental attacks, radiation, sound, and several other attacks as well. On the magical side, he enchanted it to be completely indestructible and impervious to magical harm, capable of being summoned to him at will and to only work for him unless he willed it otherwise, and somehow he was able to reverse engineer the sling ring and give his suit the same ability as a sling ring.

I honestly never thought of that. That would be insanely useful for me to use in my own suit. I was so going to rip that off and use it now.

What he didn't know is I had Ultron put in a bit of coding into Doom's programming, giving me a backdoor to use in case Doom went crazy.

I may be teaching the guy, but I know what he is and what he can do when provoked. I need a way against him.

Unfortunately, the code would only work once when used against him, this is because Doom is smart and find the code after its use and destroy it. I don't expect him to find it until then however as the code Ultron put in is somewhat camouflaged and evolving. By the time Doom actually starts using the suit, the code would have corrupted and given me a backdoor into all of his systems instead of just one.

Besides teaching doom the wonders of Magic, I myself hadn't slacked off much in the magic department either. The Ancient One had taught me transfiguration and was teaching me how to possess people. This bit of magic wasn't very widely used due to the negative connotations of it, but the Ancient One has used it before and will use it again should the need arise. The reason she doesn't much is because it was morally wrong or something.

I honestly thought it was pretty cool, but whatever.

When she first used it on me, it was like being thrown into the passenger seat. I could see what she was doing with my body, but I couldn't stop her from doing anything. Finally she let me go and we went back to her own body, chest heaving in the process.

"You're… You have so much power." She gasps as she tries to get over the experience of controlling my body. Apparently she wasn't expecting how much physical power I had.

"Eh." I shrug. "Not as much as I could have."

I know, it makes me sound greedy, but what can I say, to survive in this world, you either need to be a nobody, or have the power of a god and be a somebody. As son of the Green Goblin, I couldn't be a nobody, I had to be somebody.

"Not as much…" She repeats. "You have the strength to shatter concrete, the power to melt through steel, the speed to outrun most cars, and the intellect to put it to good use… How much power do you need?"

"As much as it takes to survive." I reply. "You know this don't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I know about your little tattoo on your forehead." I say as I create the symbol to the Dark dimension out of golden magic. "I know how you are immortal. The Black Mirror can be a very useful tool."

Immediately she stood up and started pacing. "That was not your knowledge to take."

"No, but it was important information. If anyone other than me finds out, they will be looking for your head. Mordo especially with how much of a stickler he is." I say. "You know how intelligent I am. You know what I can do. I'm offering you a chance to escape Dormammu's influence."

"How can you do that? Using the Dark Dimensions energies has been the only thing keeping me alive to protect the Order of the Mystic Arts for this long. If I give it up, I will continue aging. I will eventually die. Nothing science has done in the past century, for all its advancements, has made anything close to immortality!" she rants as she yells at me.

"Then how can you explain my own?" I reply calmly, still sitting in a meditative position on the floor.

"What?"

I had recently studied my own powers, as it turns out, the Apex formula effectively stopped my aging process and healed me from almost any injury faster than either the Extremis or Oz formula could do alone. ( I have started using magic to make myself look like I am aging normally to everyone else.) If I had my hand cut off, it would regenerate in seconds. If I had my head cut off, I would regrow a new body in about a minute. If I was vaporized, my astral self would be capable of finding a new body to inhabit or wait until my body was to somehow regenerate.

As long as a piece of me still existed, I would heal.

Studying the Oz formula by itself though also gave me some insight as well. Anyone with the Oz formula in their systems was also effectively immortal, just to a lesser degree than those with the Apex formula. Those with the Oz formula (The perfected version, not the version Norman had) could survive nearly any attacks against their person. A stab wound? They would heal. A gunshot wound? They would heal. Decapitation? That would be harder and would require the head and body to get reattached before healing occurs, but still. They would heal in time.

"I am essentially immortal. If I get stabbed, I heal, if I get shot, I heal, if I cut off my hand, my hand will regrow and I will heal. I am offering you a lesser form of immortality. It will still be greater than what you've got, but it won't quite be on my level of immortality if that makes sense?"

She just stares at me a minute.

"How is this possible?" She finally asks.

"A simple serum that would be given to you through a special procedure I myself went through. After going through it, you will hurt like hell, but the next day you feel like you could run an Iron Man marathon, laughing the whole way." I say.

"I…May I think on it? This is too much to take in at once… I want to be free from Dormammu's influence, but…"

"Hey," I say as I get up and give her a side hug. "Don't worry about it. Whenever you feel like answering, you know how to get to me. The offer is open as long as you need."

"I… thank you Alex. This means more than you know."

I smile as we just sit back down and just meditate.

/

"Dr. Banner!" I say as I walk through his personal lab. Often times, he and Connors will be found discussing (It sounds more like intense arguing) various scientific fields while they work, occasionally Connors will use Banners lab and occasionally Banner will use Connors lab. They bonded over turning into big green monsters apparently.

"Alex! I can't thank you enough for letting me work here, the technology is incredible and the fact I can just make what I want I amazing!" he laughs, I doubt he has ever been happier since becoming the Hulk.

"Don't worry about it Bruce. Anyway, I just came by to drop off these." I say as I hand him a pair of pants and a metallic bracelet.

"What are these?"

"The bracelet is my attempt at making sure you stay calm. Essentially if you ever get mad or emotional enough to warrant a Hulk out, this thing will calm you down." I reply while pointing to the bracelet. "I call it the sedater, but that is a bit of a misnomer as it doesn't use any form of sedatives. The pants are designed for you if you do Hulk out. The fabric is extremely stretchy and durable, so you won't worry about buying a new pair everytime you get a little mad. The pockets are designed to seal when they come into contact with a certain amount of gamma radiation, the same amount you produce when you get mad. That way you don't lose your wallet everytime you get mad either."

He just gapes at me as he accepts the gifts, slipping the bracelet on in the process.

"Seriously?"

"Yep. Try to hulk out." I ask him.

"What? No, I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Bruce. The room has Adamantine plating in the walls and the windows will seal if you Hulk out. A powerful sedative will flood the room as well, just like you asked me to when you accepted my offer to work here. You have nothing to worry about. This bracelet was designed to let you keep your cool in stressful situations. Who knows? Maybe you and Ms. Betty can have some fun if you wear it?" I try to soothe his fears.

"Fine…" he sighs before gasping in surprise. "I'm not… I can't… I'm not hulking out?"

"HA! It works!" I laugh as I clap him on the back. "Now, I called Ms. Ross that you could control your other side and invited her over to see your lab. She should be here any minute actually, so if you to want to get busy, the windows can tint. Just say 'darken windows' and you will have complete privacy. I already told Ms. Ross this by the way." I say this as I quickly leave the room, leaving him gaping at my back.

"Seriously, get laid. It might help the Other guy too." And with that, I close the door just in time for him to shake out of his stupor and glare at the door I just closed.

"Speaking of getting laid… I need some action too; I've just been so bust I haven't had the chance…"

Maybe Sif would be willing?She would definitely be able to withstand my increased strength and stamina. Or Greer? Maybe not the strength part, but if she goes into heat like a cat, that would be interesting…

Oh well. I guess I'll have to find out eventually.

/

Ignoring my inaction in the sex department, Things have been going well. I was able to put several gangs out of business, I had been able to find Jessica Jones and Luke Cage and introduce them to daredevil, all I needed to do now was find Iron Fist and that would complete the Defenders. Toomes and his gang had sent Oscorp their first shipment, and I was impressed. Gravity guns, energy rifles, armored suits, and much more. This stuff wasn't going on the market unfortunately, that would have caused too many problems, I had plans for all this later. Hopefully it would work out like I wanted it to.

Spider-Man was planning on asking Mary Jane to marry him soon. Though if I remember right, that is the start of Spider-Man 3. I need to check in on Sandman and see if Venom comes into the picture or not.

Oscorp Tower was finally finished repairing what was damaged in the invasion. After several months of construction and renovation, Oscorp tower was now one of the most technologically advanced building in North America and probably the world. I was pretty sure that Stark Tower was the only thing more advanced, and that was just because Stark had to One Up me.

Finally, Mutants were making an impact. Senator Kelly was starting an Anti-Mutant propaganda campaign due to several mutants causing property damage. Magneto being prime example. On the plus side, I finally have an address for Xavier's school for gifted Youngsters.

Visiting the School was probably one of the coolest experiences to date that I have had that doesn't involve me being in a fight to the death.

Pulling up to the front gate of the school in an old refurbished 65 AC Cobra with blue paint and a white racing stripe down the middle of the hood, I press the button letting them know I was here.

"Hello, This is Alex Osborn, I don't have an appointment, but I would like to talk to the professor if you would be so kind."

Immediately the gates open, letting me in.

Pulling up, I see a man in red tinted sunglasses and a woman with flaming red hair waiting for me. Makes sense, send out the two heavy hitters to see to me in case I was a threat. Luckily I had, with help from Ultron, been able to use to use the Mind Stone to completely block my thoughts from outside influence so telepaths can't see my future knowledge. The experience was… not fun, but it did give me some unintended upgrades. One of which was enhancing my mental faculties to allow me a form of limited Technopathy. This allows me to essentially control various forms of technology. Turning lights on and off right now and communicating with Ultron mentally is the extent of what I can do at this point, but just like anything else, practice makes perfect.

"Hello." Cyclops greeted. "My name is Scott. You wanted to see the Professor?"

"I did, I have a business proposition for him to look over." I say before turning to Marvel Girl and grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles. "My lady." I joke somewhat.

I can tell they are mentally having a conversation, probably about me and her inability to enter my head and read my thoughts.

"You know its rude to think about someone behind their backs right?" I comment.

"How…" Scott says before shaking his head. "How could you tell?"

"Well, you were glancing at each other and acting as if you were having a conversation just without words." I said. It wasn't actually that hard to tell.

"How are you blocking my telepathy?" Jean asks suddenly. "I can't tell what you are thinking, its like there is a wall between me and your thoughts."

The only reason I hate telepathy. Those with it tend to be very nosy.

"Let's just say Oscorp has access to some pretty interesting technology and leave it at that." I reply as they lead me to the Professor.

They eventually lead me to a wooden door and simply stand outside it for a minute, almost like they were waiting for permission to enter. After a minute though, they opened the door to reveal Professor Charles Xavier and Ororo Munroe, or as they are more widely known in the world of comics, Professor X and Storm.

"Ah. Dr. Osborn! I'm afraid you caught me in a bit of a predicament. I didn't know you were coming." He says with a smile. "Please have a seat so we can discuss why you decided to come to my humble home."

He was acting calm and happy, but I could tell he was worried, paranoid that I had some nefarious purpose because he couldn't read my mind.

"You obviously know who I am." I say as I pull some papers out of my briefcase. "I am sympathetic to your cause Professor, Humans and Mutants should not fight each other, they should work together for earth to prosper. That said, Humans tend to fight anything that is different than them, just look at the fighting in the Middle East or the Cold War between America and Russia."

Handing him the papers, I wait as he reads them.

"What is this?"

"It is a contract that you need to sign, and essentially it states that Oscorp will fund your school and your team of X-Men. In exchange I can scout out the students here for jobs at Oscorp. These kids have incredible powers, but I don't necessarily care. They also have incredible minds, Minds that can be honed and given ideas at Oscorp." I say. "It doesn't matter to me if they are mutants or not, most of the students here will never get a normal job because of their powers. Who would hire a guy who looks like a demon? Who would hire someone who is made of stone? I'm offering these kids a chance at a normal job. If they agree then we will have no issues. If they disagree, well it's their loss."

"Would it be possible for me to get back to you Dr. Osborn? I'm afraid you have left me much to think about and it is imperative that I make the best decision regarding my students."

Is everyone going to get back to me? First the Ancient One, now Xavier.

"Take your time. It's a big decision." I say as I get up to leave.

"Dr. Osborn… Before you leave. How did you know about the X-Men?"

"You have a jet that takes off from your basketball court, Professor. Not exactly subtle." I say before turning and leaving.

Getting in my car and leaving the grounds, I sigh. One more meeting of the day. Hopefully it would go as planned.

/

Genosha is an island off the northern coast of Madagascar and has been used since its founding in the sixteen hundreds as a farming community, unfortunately, they used Mutants as slaves. My next meeting involved a way to make a change in leadership on that island and hopefully turn everything around.

You may be wondering why I am doing this. Why the hell am I gunning to take down these people? I already have so much on my plate, why give myself more?

Because I can. Any kind of slavery I find deplorable, mutants being enslaved and experimented on is no different, and if there is one person willing to tear down a government to fix it, it is Eric Lensherr.

Magneto.

As it turns out, Ultron was able to quickly and easily find his domed head via various traffic cameras and the Brotherhood's online footprint. As it turns out, Toad watches a lot of porn.

Gross…

As it turns out, they all live in an underground bunker that was made by Magneto, similar to what they lived in in the movie X-Men 1.

I wonder if the timeline is repeating itself somehow but with slight differences like Shaw still being alive or Frost being alive.

Or maybe it is a sort of fusion timeline with several different timelines throughout the Marvel multiverse merged together?

Anyway, walking into his bunker in full Goblin suit, I prepare myself to meet the Master of Magnetism and the Brotherhood of Mutants. I was currently wearing my heavy armor with the mask closed. My Chitauri staff strapped to my back with Razorbats and Pumpkin Bombs attacked at my waist.

Why am I in Goblin garb? Because I want to intimidate him and by wearing my armor it will show him I am serious. If I show up in a business suit and tie, he would try to kill me for being Human or something. As Goblin he may be willing to hear me out.

Hopefully.

Another reason is that I want to take over Genosha as the Goblin. Similar to how T'Challa is the Black Panther to the citizens of Wakanda or how Dr. Victor von Damme is Dr. Doom to the people of Latveria. I want to be the Goblin King of Genosha.

At least in theory. It could just be me wanting a cool title.

Grabbing the door of Magneto's throne room or whatever it is, I easily pry the doors open to reveal Magneto himself. Wearing his helmet and cape, he struck the figure of a powerful grandfather.

"How dare you enter my inner sanctum." He yells angrily before waving a hand in my direction.

"Boss? Werewolf on your left." Ultron warned me. Just in time too as I had barely enough time to duck under Sabertooth's lunge. As he leapt over me, I punched him in the gut with just enough strength to rupture a few internal organs, I'm sure he would be fine.

"Frog man on your six." He says again. Sidestepping Toad, I grabbed him by the ankle and throw him into the oncoming Sabertooth. Apparently he healed faster than I was expecting.

"Smurfette at three o'clock." Mystique then, Fun. Pointing my fist at her, I shoot her with a tranq dart before she even had a chance to attack. At this point Magneto was sitting on his chair, just watching me take them out easily.

Sabertooth decided to join again and tried slashing at my chest. I caught one of his hands and grinned, letting loose a shit ton of electricity into his system, effectively knocking him out.

"Lightweights." I scoff as I walk up to Magneto.

"Why have you come?" he asks me as I walk up to him.

"Have you ever heard of Genosha?" I ask, my voice disguised so sound like a deep robotic voice. Almost like a slightly higher pitch Darth Vader. When he replied in the negative to my question, I wasn't surprised.

Pulling up a hologram of the island, I tell him exactly what he needs to know to join me.

"Genosha was originally founded in the sixteen hundreds and has been primarily inhabited by white farmers. Throughout its history however, even today, Genosha has a history of using slave labor. Originally it was Africans they used as slave labor, but since the nineteen hundreds, they started using mutants. Mutants were often stronger, faster, and more durable and therefore better suited to act as their slaves. In more recent years they have genetically altered mutants in order to get the powers they want their slaves to have instead of the powers they would have received. What I am asking for is your help. Charles Xavier would have refused due to it being morally incorrect to overthrow a government or some such bull. You on the other hand would have no issue with it. What I am asking is for you and your team to help me overthrow the central government, place me or someone equally suited in place as its leader, and create a country designed specifically for mutant equality." I say, giving him my pitch.

"Why you as leader? Why not someone more powerful or more invested into Human/Mutant equality or Mutant Superiority like Charles or myself?" he asks.

"Because I am a mutant with the gift of foresight." I say. Yes, it is a lie. But I do have foresight in a way with my future knowledge and the Black Mirror.

"Prove it. Prove you are a seer then." Magneto says, scowling at me.

"Eric Magnus Lensherr. Survivor of the Holocaust only because one man was invested in your powers. He killed your mother to get you mad. You spent every waking hour searching for him after the war until you met Charles Xavier. It is his helmet that sits upon your head isn't it?" I ask. "You killed him on Cuba didn't you? Pushed a coin through his head in irony as he would force you to move the coin across the table when you were a boy."

He just scowls at me. "Be silent!" he yells. "Fine… Tell me what would happen if it were not Charles or I as king."

"Charles would refuse out of modesty, claiming that the people only need a touch of guidance and mercy. He would be too soft as a ruler. You on the other hand would be the opposite, Too hard on the people, becoming a tyrant instead of a benevolent king. Everyone would hate you and people would fear you. Mutants and Humans alike would hate you and try to stop you. The X-Men would even go so far as to remove you from your throne. If I take the throne, I would be in the middle. Mutant equality would prosper and Genosha would enter an age of prosperity never seen before." I reply as I hold my hands behind my back.

With a sigh, I got my answer. "When will the invasion occur and who else have you recruited?" he asks.

"We will conquer the island in three months. Do not worry about who else I have on my team, you will find out when the time is ready." I say before walking out.

"Thank you for your hospitality." I call out behind me as I walk out, my statement only compounded by the groans of Sabertooth and Toad slowly recovering.

Life was good. Hopefully it stayed that way.