Black Genesis [1]

Two Years Ago 

Beneath Steel

7 year old Genesis sat stiff as Steve walked up to him holding a syringe.

"Stay still" Steve said, but the boy was already still like a statue.

The syringe needle slowly penetrated his forehead, the black substance flowing inside him.

"How old will I be now?" he asked curiously.

A small smile found his lips, over the years after operating the Fetus out of Riley's womb, they genetically brought him up, stage by stage, enhancing his growth per Barbra's orders.

"It depends how old you wanna grow up to... It depends on you" Steve said, smiling warmly at his grandson.

"I would like to be 13 years old, so that I can look more like my dad," he said with a glint of happiness in his eyes.

Steve gave a slight nod as he gave him back the photo he always held, it was a passport photo of Liam and Riley, his fingers ran through them with longing.