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I feel so weird about posting these, since you're the only person who actually cares, Riolutae-kun. And Omega, to a certain degree. Anyway, you've already seen this, but I wanted to post it/add a scene from Avengers fanfic book 2.5 coming soon (i.e. probably summertime) to Fanfic.net.

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“Lucas, your intentions are honorable, but haven’t lived among people. You don’t understand that they’re just like you. Some are gullible. Some are corrupt. But not all. And that will be true for any world, even for the one that you want to create.” She shook her head. “I don’t want a confrontation. You have incredible gifts, Lucas. If you come with me, you can use them to help humanity. You can realize what people are really like.”

“I know what they’re like.”

“Some. Not all.”

“Do not treat me like a child. No matter how many humans are as honorable as you claim, I speak of the majority. The world is rotten. Everyone knows it. No one has the courage to remedy it.” The knuckles on Lucas’s left hand were turning white from where they gripped his chair. He turned around and rose to his feet. “I can’t let you notify your authorities and destroy everything that I’ve worked so hard to build.”

Iris tensed. “Don’t do this, Lucas.”

“Join me.”

“No.”

The fury in Lucas’s face boiled to the surface, and Iris looked on in bewilderment as the hem of Lucas’s shirt caught fire for no apparent reason. The material quickly burned away, but the skin that it revealed wasn’t scorched. It wasn’t even skin. Lucas’s entire torso was covered in black scales. His golden eyes flared. “Then it is your own choice.”

And with that, he opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of fire.

Iris barely raised her hands in time to divert the path of the flames, parting them around her in a white-hot torrent. He’d failed to mention that he’d been recombined AND genetically enhanced to breathe fire.

“Lucas!”

The flames were unrelenting, and Iris sank to her knees as sweat began to break out across her forehead.

“Lucas, listen to me! I can help you!”

The fire died, but Lucas had just paused to smirk. Iris could see that he’d had a reason for having his right hand gloved—unlike his left, it was covered in the same black scales, and ended in a set of claws. His laugh was harsh, grating, and utterly mirthless as he advanced on her. “Help me? Like my father helped me?”

“You’ve been angry your whole life. You hate normal people. You’ve stopped caring about who lives and who dies. I can understand that. But you need to remember who you are. You’re the son of Marie and Hendrik Janssen. You’re human!”

He moved too fast for Iris to see, picking her up by the neck and slamming her against the wall. “Do I look,” he hissed, “human?”

And as she channeled all her psychic power into keeping his fingers from crushing her windpipe, Iris couldn’t help but wonder if the man who’d created her would also be her end.

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Capitals used for lack of italics. May be subject to heavy revision. Anyway. Yeah.

Description
I feel so weird about posting these, since you're the only person who actually cares, Riolutae-kun. And Omega, to a certain degree. Anyway, you've already seen this, but I wanted to post it/add a scene from Avengers fanfic book 2.5 coming soon (i.e. probably summertime) to Fanfic.net.

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“Lucas, your intentions are honorable, but haven’t lived among people. You don’t understand that they’re just like you. Some are gullible. Some are corrupt. But not all. And that will be true for any world, even for the one that you want to create.” She shook her head. “I don’t want a confrontation. You have incredible gifts, Lucas. If you come with me, you can use them to help humanity. You can realize what people are really like.”

“I know what they’re like.”

“Some. Not all.”

“Do not treat me like a child. No matter how many humans are as honorable as you claim, I speak of the majority. The world is rotten. Everyone knows it. No one has the courage to remedy it.” The knuckles on Lucas’s left hand were turning white from where they gripped his chair. He turned around and rose to his feet. “I can’t let you notify your authorities and destroy everything that I’ve worked so hard to build.”

Iris tensed. “Don’t do this, Lucas.”

“Join me.”

“No.”

The fury in Lucas’s face boiled to the surface, and Iris looked on in bewilderment as the hem of Lucas’s shirt caught fire for no apparent reason. The material quickly burned away, but the skin that it revealed wasn’t scorched. It wasn’t even skin. Lucas’s entire torso was covered in black scales. His golden eyes flared. “Then it is your own choice.”

And with that, he opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of fire.

Iris barely raised her hands in time to divert the path of the flames, parting them around her in a white-hot torrent. He’d failed to mention that he’d been recombined AND genetically enhanced to breathe fire.

“Lucas!”

The flames were unrelenting, and Iris sank to her knees as sweat began to break out across her forehead.

“Lucas, listen to me! I can help you!”

The fire died, but Lucas had just paused to smirk. Iris could see that he’d had a reason for having his right hand gloved—unlike his left, it was covered in the same black scales, and ended in a set of claws. His laugh was harsh, grating, and utterly mirthless as he advanced on her. “Help me? Like my father helped me?”

“You’ve been angry your whole life. You hate normal people. You’ve stopped caring about who lives and who dies. I can understand that. But you need to remember who you are. You’re the son of Marie and Hendrik Janssen. You’re human!”

He moved too fast for Iris to see, picking her up by the neck and slamming her against the wall. “Do I look,” he hissed, “human?”

And as she channeled all her psychic power into keeping his fingers from crushing her windpipe, Iris couldn’t help but wonder if the man who’d created her would also be her end.

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Capitals used for lack of italics. May be subject to heavy revision. Anyway. Yeah.