Megatron

SCP-682, the Hard To Destroy Reptile. A living engine of destruction and death, impossible to kill except for exceedingly rare circumstances.

I watched as Strucker fought the thing desperately off for the mental equivalent of minutes. Which was a lot better than the fight might have gone in real life.

My impressions of SCPs were fairly strong and recent, but they just didn't have the ties to my memories that other monsters of fiction did. So I couldn't one hundred percent mimic them, which meant they were weaker.

But that was good. All part of the plan. See, they were freaky enough to weird out and befuddle Strucker, strong enough to give him trouble, while being weak enough parts of my mind to leave me room for the next phase.

As Strucker fought, I also carefully kept one eye on the other cameras. This may have been my mind, but the SCPs would kill me just as happily as they would Strucker. The cameras were also carefully blurred. That was good because SCP-096 was staring at the camera, his face fuzzy and indistinct.

On another screen, a teddy bear was building another of itself out of human genitalia. SCP-053 was playing in a room with SCP-999, a cute gelatinous blob.

SCP-106 was nowhere to be seen. I tried not to let that bother me.

But the main show was Strucker and 682. They were currently in a small auditorium. Strucker was holding the scepter tight, his body covered in scratches and bruises. Okay. Just needed him to keep fighting. Waste time, waste time, force him to use the Mind Stone more and more. In real life, I could see the gauntlet holding the stone beginning to crack even as we fought in the clouds high above the battlefield. I just needed-

"ENOUGH!"

My ears rang. I screamed in pain, grabbing my head as a sudden feeling like nails scratching the inside of my skull filled my mind. The walls shook. Strucker, on camera, was beginning to glow. Through blurry eyes, I watched him look at me.

"Enough of these games,Dial."

682 rushed him. Strucker raised a hand and turned the mental projection of a monster to dust. The pain in my head became a wailing scream as the backlash of that attack struck me.

"This nightmare ends."

He raised his Scepter. The Mind Stone flared a brilliant gold, then exploded. A sound, like glass shattering. The whole world began to fall apart. The cement ceiling was ripped away by an impossible wind. The rooms, halls, and monsters of the world I'd made were pulled into the storm. I was lifted off my feet and sent into the spinning wind, with Strucker's golden glowing form at its center.

And the pain. I'd put so much power into that place. Now, as SCPs and rubble were evaporated, I felt a portion of my mind begin to break. I clutched as hard as I could to my mental impression of myself, keeping my mind alive despite tumbling through a hurricane of lunacy.

I wanted more time. But if I let Strucker continue to wreak havoc within my mind, he would turn me into a vegetable. I needed to activate the next part of my plan now!

Desperately, I poured all I had into the next construct. Strucker, sensing what I was doing, tried to stop me.

I forced the image in my mind.

And suddenly, Stucker and I were falling towards New York City. We tumbled on the wind, facing the city below.

New York City. But asIsaw it. A massive sprawling set of streets, buildings, and memories, with a glittering ocean in the distance and a fuzzy outline to show the cities around it.

And the memory thing wasn't a metaphor. I'd avoided making the SCP structure with anything familiar, but I'd done none of that with New York. Echoes of me roamed the streets below. Vague representations of civilians, police officers and cars flowed through it. Sharper figures glowed in the streets.

Steve and I walking together, laughing. Creel, Fantasma, and me hanging out on the top of the Empire State Building, eating food and arguing. Daredevil and me, raiding a building right out of hell.

Jen and I. She glittered below us, a hundred emerald diamonds below me, even in her human form.

And the Avengers Tower. It wasn't exactly in the center of the city, but it had aweightthat the rest of the buildings didn't, every inch of it clear whereas some buildings had a bit of fuzz to them.

I twisted in the air to face Strucker as we fell. He glared at me, then, hefting the scepter in one hand. I streamlined my body to shoot forward, my sudden acceleration making him miss a blast from the scepter that scorched my side. His eyes widened as I raised my fist.

My punch landed across his nose with brutal force. He reflexively reached out as he shouted in pain, hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me back in. Strucker and I smashed into each other as we approached a memory of me racing Tony in Astrodactyl form. As we passed through, I let the memory consume me. The exhilaration of flight, Tony's joking taunts, the feel of star power in my body.

My body shifted in a burst of light. Strucker gasped as the human he'd been facing suddenly became an alien pterodactyl.

I easily pulled my hand from his grasp and punched him in the gut, following with a beam of green light from my jaws that sent him flying downwards. He crashed into the street, bouncing off the fuzzy image of a Toyota/Chevy hybrid built from vague memory. When I flew in to attack again, he blasted me with his Scepter, sending me crashing into an apartment with a spray of false bricks and mortar.

"I believe I'm beginning to understand," Strucker floated upwards, rushing towards me. "A battle like this, with memories and emotions as the tools," he smirked as he came to a stop before me. "Can you truly stand in this fight, however?"

I blitzed towards him, smashing into his body like a cannonball. He laughed.

"In this realm, where a man's intelligence and will hold precedence!?" Strucker twisted around and kicked me back, then fired another beam of energy, the painful energy sending me into another building. I twisted in the air and unleashed my blast of power, ripping apart three buildings as he dodged it. "Here, I have power! What do you have?"

I grinned. God, what a tool. But hey, when someone feeds you a line like that…

"I have the power of god and anime on my side!"

It was a stupid line. But it was also the trigger I'd prepped for something new. Strucker flew towards me. I shifted forms. I think he expected something familiar. Another alien, like Astrodactyl.

So when I began to grow and grow, he must have imagined something bigger. Maybe Four-Arms. Or even my new Godzilla-esque form.

But that wasn't my plan. I picked a form from my childhood. Something I'd grown up with.

"You stand there wanting to be this big strong Tyrant. Claiming you have power!?" I grew. Ten, fifteen, twenty, then finally 38 feet. My orange scales become hardened cybertronian metal. My feet were still clawed, metal slicing through the stone beneath me as the building shattered. Grey steel shone in the sunlight, highlighted by purple glows across my body as crimson eyes burned. I raised my right hand. The fusion cannon there ignited with a violet flame.

The symbol of Decepticons burned on my chest. This form was fed by childhood memories of a monster who killed legends, fueled by the adult experience of becoming an alien over and over, giving me power, real power on this plane. The little Hydra man in front of me gaped upwards, then started shooting at me.

Loki's Scepter was strong. But I knew it couldn't put a scratch on me. So it didn't. It splashed across my metal shell like a water balloon.

"You have no idea what that looks like Strucker. A true tyrant, truepower!Let me show you!"

I fired the fusion cannon. Strucker dodged. And the block behind him exploded apart.

"Let me make youscream," I moved forward, faster than anything my size had a right to, and smashed him out of the sky, sending him flying into the nearest building. I smiled, a slow and sadistic smile as I let my mind be taken in by the role I'd taken. "So saysMegatron."

In the real world, Strucker was silent. All the action was happening in my mind after all. He was fighting me as best he could, but spending brain power on speaking would have been a waste.

Which was why I was running. I had to speak after all.

"-Get somewhere safe. I won't do it to anyone who hasn't volunteered, but the second it happens you guys will be vulnerable."

"I get it," Natasha said, sounding hectic. "We've got our people ready. Hydra's forces at this point won't be a problem anyways. Strucker is the only one to worry about. Some of us have been getting headaches and hallucinations."

My blood chilled even as I dived through the remains of a tank, the metal ruin exploding with Strucker blew it apart. "Anyone hurt?"

"34 dead since he started using that thing," she didn't mince words. "He may be fighting you, but that stone is getting more powerful the longer he holds it. If this continues, he's going to be able to control all of us."

"Then we need to get it done now," I said firmly. "Get ready. 1 minute."

"Mark."

I twisted around and tossed a psi-lance his way. When he prepared to block, it exploded just in front of him instead, turning into a violet fire that surrounded him. He blew it aside with a wave of telekinetic force, just to be forced to block a metal object I threw at him while his vision had been obstructed.

Then his eyes widened in horror as the metal 'object' raised a gun.

"Howdy pardner," X said.

He fired an M61 Vulcan cannon, the echoing sound of the giant machine gun echoing across the landscape. The bullets were blocked by a psychic shield, only for Strucker to be forced to also block a psi-lance from me. X punched, his immense strength shattering the now weakened shield. Strucker let out a wordless cry, his psychic grip reaching out for X's mind.

A mind he didn't have of course.

My next psi-lance struck at the same time as X did, sending him flying back. X, no longer in the grip of Strucker's power, plummeted downwards until I grabbed him, pulling him over to land on the ground next to me. I floated next to him, trying my best to smile despite my lack of a mouth.

"Good to have you helping, X. Is Jarvis on the way?"

"He'll be doing long-range support, pardner," he said in that Matthew McConaughey voice of his, his eyes still set on where Strucker had gone.

"Then we're all set," X and Jarvis. Robotic bodies, whose minds couldn't be manipulated by a psychic, who could coordinate at light speed. With the two of them backing up, I could put more focus into the battle of the mind.

"See you on the other side," I mumbled to X as Strucker came flying towards us.

"Good luck," X said earnestly.

Strucker smashed into us with a wave of telekinetic force, opening a Rift at our location. I activated my Rift, my storm of violet energy battling his gold, while X hefted a massive gun and fired it at Strucker.

Then I retreated into my mind. The more important battle would be there.