Chapter 6: Birth Of Thunderbolt

Earth-933: The Birth of Thunderbolt

Thorin-933 paced back and forth in his small apartment, his mind racing with excitement and determination. He couldn't stop thinking about Gwen-933. He did not know she is Spider-Woman

He also is inspired by Spider-Woman-933. The way the woman moved, the confidence in her voice, the way she fought to protect people—it was inspiring.

He stood in front of his mirror, removes his Darth Vader mask ,his brown hair a mess. He clenched his fists, lightning crackling around his fingertips. "If she can be a hero... then... maybe I can be one too."

He looked down at his hands, watching the electric sparks dance across his skin. I've got these powers... all this strength... I can fly... He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I can use this... I can help people... just like she does."

He turned to his closet, pulling out a trunk filled with strange, metallic fabrics from his home planet, Zorgania. The shiny, flexible materials shimmered with energy, practically humming in his hands. "Uncle Thor always said Zorganian fabric was indestructible... and lightning-proof." He grinned. "Perfect."

For hours, he worked tirelessly, cutting, sewing, and molding the alien fabric to fit his body. He designed a suit that was lightweight yet durable, with sleek silver and navy-blue patterns that mimicked the crackle of lightning. The chest plate bore a bold, glowing emblem shaped like a lightning bolt.

He crafted a mask to go with it, one that covered his face entirely, with angular eye slits that glowed electric blue. The mask was designed to conceal his identity, the lenses made of Zorganian glass that enhanced his vision. He made sure to add a voice modulator, deepening his voice to sound more intimidating.

He stood back, admiring his creation. The suit fit perfectly, clinging to his form like a second skin. The lightning bolt emblem crackled with energy, faint blue sparks dancing across the fabric. He activated the mask, his reflection staring back at him, unrecognizable.

A grin spread across his face, his voice coming out deeper, more confident. "I will be a hero... like Spider-Woman." He clenched his fists, feeling power surge through him. "I will be... Thunderbolt!"

Just as he was basking in his newfound identity, his body tensed. A sharp, electric sensation buzzed at the back of his neck—his danger sense. His eyes narrowed behind the mask. Seattle... I can feel it... something's wrong.

He focused, his senses locking onto the source. Images flashed through his mind—a group of thugs, faces covered, storming a bank in downtown Seattle. He could feel their chaotic energy, the fear of the hostages, the crackle of gunfire.

His jaw tightened, his heart pounding. I can't just stand by... not anymore. He opened his window, the cool night air rushing in. He stepped onto the ledge, the city lights sparkling below. His eyes glowed electric blue, the energy surging through him.

He took a deep breath, his voice low and resolute. "Time to be a hero."

He leaped off the ledge, the air whipping around him as he fell. He focused, lightning crackling around his body as he shot upwards, soaring through the sky. He flew faster than ever before, his confidence growing with every second.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" he shouted, the exhilaration of flying filling him with joy. But he quickly composed himself, his face growing serious behind the mask. Focus... people are in danger.

He zeroed in on the bank, his senses guiding him like a compass. He landed on a rooftop across the street, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene. The thugs were armed, forcing hostages to the ground as they emptied the vault.

His hands crackled with electricity, his heart pounding. Alright, Thunderbolt... let's do this.

He took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with electric blue light. He launched himself off the rooftop, lightning trailing behind him as he crashed through the bank's front window, shards of glass scattering like rain.

The thugs spun around, their faces twisting in shock. "What the—?!"

Thorin stood tall, his silver and navy suit shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Blue lightning danced around his body, his cape billowing behind him. He crossed his arms, his voice echoing through the voice modulator, deep and commanding. "Alright, boys... playtime's over."

One of the thugs aimed his gun, his hands trembling. "W-What are you supposed to be?!"

Thorin's eyes glowed brighter, electric arcs snapping around his body. "The name's Thunderbolt." He cracked his knuckles, electricity sparking off his fingers. "And I don't like bullies."

The thugs opened fire, bullets ricocheting off his suit harmlessly. Thorin grinned beneath his mask. Gotta love Zorganian fabric.

He charged forward, moving faster than lightning. In a blur, he disarmed the first thug, his hand crackling as he delivered a shocking punch that sent the man flying across the room. He spun around, his body a whirl of blue energy as he took down the second thug with a well-placed kick.

The leader tried to flee, dragging a hostage with him. Thorin's eyes narrowed. "Not today."

He raised his hand, blue lightning swirling around his arm. He thrust his palm forward, a bolt of energy shooting out and hitting the ground in front of the fleeing thug. The electric shockwave sent the man sprawling, his body twitching as the electricity coursed through him.

The hostage scrambled away, tears streaming down her face. "T-Thank you... thank you so much..."

Thorin nodded, his voice softening. "Get to safety... it's over now."

The police sirens wailed in the distance, red and blue lights flashing as they approached. Thorin looked around, realizing his time was up. He turned toward the shattered window, lightning crackling around him.

He took one last look at the hostages, his heart swelling with pride. I did it... I actually saved them.

He launched himself into the air, his body becoming a streak of blue lightning as he flew into the night. The city lights sparkled below, his lightning crackles in the sky.

Thunderbolt arrives to New York, flying high in the sky. From a rooftop nearby, Gwen-933 watched the mysterious person with a mask fly away, her eyes wide with surprise. "Is that the same person who gets hit by a plane?" A small smile played on her lips. "Guess I'm not the only hero in town anymore."

She pulled her mask down, her lenses narrowing as she shot a web toward the next building. "This is gonna be interesting..."

She swung off into the night, her heart pounding with excitement.