Of Oscorp Fires, Shadowed Secrets, and Hero Times

Ben sat in his chair in his room, the cool blue glow of his supercomputer casting shadows over scattered notes and digital maps. He tapped the Omnitrix communicator and addressed his ever-reliable AI.

"Gideon, pull up all the hacked files from Oscorp—especially anything on Dr. Animo."

Gideon's smooth, measured voice replied, "Accessing Oscorp databases now. Retrieving all files related to Dr. Animo. Please hold."

Ben leaned back as images and snippets of confidential reports began to scroll across the screen—fragments of Oscorp's inner workings, details of secret experiments, and murky mentions of animal mutations. While he absorbed the data, Ben shifted gears.

"Gideon, how's Project PR coming along?" he asked.

"Project PR is operating as planned," Gideon responded. "All raw footage of your interventions has been scrubbed, and a carefully edited highlight reel has been uploaded online to maintain a positive public image."

A satisfied smile crept across Ben's face. "Good. I need the world to see a hero, not a monster."

After a pause, his eyes narrowed with renewed focus. "Gideon, search for any references to 'Kevin Ethan Levin' and 'Michael Morningstar' in all available databases. I want to know if any of my old foes exist in this universe."

Gideon's response came swiftly, "Initiating search for names: Kevin Ethan Levin and Michael Morningstar."

Ben leaned back, determination in his eyes as he watched the data load. The investigation was only beginning, and this was the critical first step.

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Stark Mansion, Malibu

Tony Stark lounged in his sleek Malibu mansion, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he casually scrolled through the viral video on his tablet. The footage was unlike anything he'd ever seen—a mysterious, shapeshifting creature engaging in a frenetic battle with giant mutated animals. One moment, the creature moved with the speed and ferocity of a semi-armored velociraptor; the next, it morphed into a graceful, blue, moth-like form capable of emitting bursts of ice and phasing through obstacles.

"Now, that's something new," Stark mused, his tone a blend of cocky amusement and genuine curiosity. "Is this for real, or just another well-edited hoax?"

With his trademark confidence, he tapped a command into his device. "Jarvis, run a full analysis on this video. I want to know every technical detail behind these transformations, and trace its source. Let's see if our mysterious savior is more than just a digital myth."

As Jarvis began processing the data, Stark leaned back in his designer chair, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. This was his first encounter with such a phenomenon—a creature that defied conventional explanation by seamlessly blending advanced biology with what appeared to be unexplained, almost otherworldly abilities. For Stark, a man who had seen and created wonders, this was both a challenge and an opportunity.

He chuckled to himself, "Fascinating… If this thing is even half real, then the tech behind it might just redefine what we consider possible."

His mind raced with possibilities, but his trademark nonchalance masked the underlying intensity of his curiosity. The video had ignited a spark in him—a desire to understand this shapeshifter's true nature.

"Jarvis," he said firmly, "compile all relevant data from this video and cross-reference it with any known anomalous events. I want a complete report on this creature's capabilities."

Stark's questions hung in the air as he waited for Jarvis's response, his mind already weaving together scenarios of what this could mean for the world—and for him. The transformation sequences, the speed, the icy emissions; all of it hinted at something that might not belong in the normal order of things.

It was a moment of quiet intensity in an otherwise laid-back afternoon—a blend of Stark's insatiable curiosity and his unyielding drive to push the boundaries of what was possible.

Baxter Building

In his lab at the Baxter Building, Reed Richards sat transfixed by the viral footage on his monitor. The video showed a mysterious, shapeshifting creature executing feats that defied known science—one moment it moved like a semi-armored, raptor-like being, the next it morphed into a blue, moth-like form capable of freezing and phasing. Reed's analytical mind raced as he replayed the sequence, scrutinizing every detail.

"This is… extraordinary," Reed murmured, his voice low with a mix of fascination and skepticism. "The technology—or whatever is powering those transformations—is light years ahead of anything we currently understand. It's as if the creature is harnessing a fusion of advanced biotech and energy manipulation that defies the laws of physics."

He paused, adjusting his focus on the data. "But where does it come from? Is this even human? The seamless integration of these capabilities suggests a level of sophistication that's simply unprecedented."

Reed leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he took detailed notes. "I need to study this further. If this is truly the work of a human—or something far beyond—its implications could revolutionize our entire field. This isn't just a breakthrough in technology; it's a complete paradigm shift."

Fascinated yet cautious, Reed resolved to gather more data on the phenomenon, determined to uncover the origins of this mysterious being, no matter how extraordinary it might be.

Sheild Site: 13

In a dimly lit SHIELD command center, Nick Fury stared intently at a bank of monitors displaying the viral footage. The video showed a mysterious creature shifting from a raptor-like form to a blue, moth-like figure with ice powers—a sight that made even Fury raise an eyebrow.

"This isn't normal," Fury said in his usual low, gravelly tone. "I need a full analysis—trace every bit of data and figure out what we're dealing with."

He leaned forward, issuing his orders with sharp precision. "Get the source of this footage, and assess its threat level. And make sure Doctor Animo is moved to a secure SHIELD cell. We can't risk any loose ends here."

Fury's words were direct and to the point, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Keep me updated. I don't want any surprises."

With that, Nick Fury sat back, his eyes never leaving the screens, waiting for his team to bring him the answers he needed.

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Back in his house, Ben looked over all the data that Gideon had pulled from Oscorp. The files on Oscorp and Doctor Animo were extensive, but when he searched for names like "Kevin Ethan Levin" and "Michael Morningstar," Gideon came back with nothing. It seemed that not all of his old enemies had made it into this universe. Still, Ben decided he would prepare for bigger foes—like Eon, Vilgax, and Maltruant—just in case they show up.

Wanting to control his public image, Ben reviewed the newly edited video that Gideon had made. He made sure the footage showed him as a heroic and mysterious savior, not as a dangerous creature. This careful PR move was important to keep the public on his side while his secret operations stayed hidden.

Just as he was about to dive into Oscorp files, Gideon interrupted with a new alert: "Alert: A bank robbery is underway."

Ben's eyes tightened with focus, and a determined smirk appeared on his face. He rose from his chair and said in his usual confident tone, "It's hero time."