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Random Set-Ups for Adoption
Star-Jammin'
Christopher "Corsair" Summers really was never going to win the title of Greatest Father of All-Time. As if it wasn't enough that he disregarded searching for his two sons after escaping the Shi'Ar Empire—to pursue a life of piracy in space, no less!—now, much to Scott's incredulity, he found himself tied to an alien via a marriage contract Corsair signed to barter for goods.
And now, said betrothed alien was looking to collect.
His respect for his swashbuckling father only plummeted lower with the realization that Corsair pushed the deal through without any intention of fulfilling it—what with the pirate believing Scott dead at the time he dotted his I and crossed his T.
There was something to be said about Corsair, a man who used his presumed-dead son in a trade deal that Scott willfully ignored.
His eyes swept from silently cursing the heavens and back to the woman before him.
She was still staring at him, proving that she was not an illusion.
Great. Just great.
She was real.
This wasn't just him having a nervous breakdown.
Or—or further symptoms of brain damage.
How was he moving forward with this?
A/N: Basically, an excuse to pair Cyke with non-earthbound women. I had originally planned for at least 3 one-shots featuring Cyke with Starfire, then Soranik Natu, and then Tyke with Lala Satalin Deviluke. Yes. That Lala.
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The Glitch
The first sign the young Nathan Summers got that his plan didn't quite go perfectly was when, after helping send the time-displaced younger version of the Original Five squad back to their proper place, his father remained gone.
His gut bubbling with anxiety, Nathan quickly returned to his father's gravesite, where he had previously implanted a, for all-intents and purposes, pacemaker that used the Phoenix Force to resurrect him.
The sun was at its highest when he arrived but, as expected, there was nobody around. Most likely, the mutants were too busy licking their wounds, mourning their fallen, and possibly celebrating yet another lease on life.
But not him.
He was on a mission.
Gloved hands grasping tightly around the shaft of the shovel, Nathan began the laborious process of digging up his father's casket. Again.
Each strike against the ground came by more and more frequently as urgency pulsed through his veins. He hoped all was still well.
When at last he hit hardwood, his heart stilled, and he suddenly remembered to breathe.
"Please be there." He prayed to Mother Askani out of habit.
He tore open the lid and gasped.
His shovel fell on the empty casket with a hollow thud.
"No."
The body of Scott Summers was gone.
Frantically, his eyes took in every detail.
Clues. There had to be clues.
Who could have done this?
As he continued his frantic search, it would be much later when he noticed the soot from the lightly charred material of his father's resting place, and much later still when he pieced the puzzle together.
His father was gone.
A/N: If it wasn't obvious enough, the Phoenix Pacemaker malfunctioned. It revived Cyke but it also swallowed him whole, sending him hurtling to wherever reality. I guess this still can be used for Isekai!Cyke stories?
Would you believe I planned to use this as a premise to ship Cyke with Spider-Gwen? It was supposed to start with Gwen bumping into Cyke, who is trapped in the nexus between dimensions, while she was traversing through realities. Then somehow spins off from there.
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Hank McCoy is Irresponsible
Hank McCoy was not proud of himself. In fact, he knew perfectly well he was being vindictive—but he reasoned his intention was well-meaning.
He was trying to avert the genocide his wayward former-friend, Scott Summers, was about to unleash. To do this, Hank deduced that bringing their past selves and making them confront the present Cyclops—to remind him of younger, simpler, and much less-bloody ideologies—was the best course of action. It was not foolproof, but he had no other choice.
He was desperate.
He was dying.
Unfortunately, something happened at the tail-end of his grand quest to make a mark in history.
Something that chilled him past his blue fur and straight to his weary bones.
"Hank," The young, and progressively livid Jean Grey spoke his name with far more venom than he could ever remember. Beside the powerful teenage psychic were her equally furious teammates—all remaining three of them. "Where is Scott?"
Hank felt a cold sweat drape down the fur of his back. He turned to his younger counterpart for support but, alas, his glare remained.
"Where indeed, I wonder…?" He trailed off with shameful cluelessness. He would have piteously laughed had it not been completely inappropriate. Not for the first time was he humbled by how little he actually knew; it still was not an easy pill to swallow, though.
Inwardly, he cursed himself for being so weak as to give in to desperation. Above all else, though, he cursed Scott Summers for all the trouble the man gave him.
It was the last thought he made because he never realized that the young Jean Grey before him already gained her telepathic abilities and, catching the stray curse towards the dear friend this reckless, irresponsible version of Hank McCoy lost, became even more enraged.
Enraged, enough, to blast the adult Beast straight through hard steel and concrete.
That was when all hell in the Jean Grey School broke loose.
A/N: This started as an excuse to throw Tyke into the DC Universe, back when I considering being a fan of the character and planned to pair him up with Kara Zor-El. I suppose it can be repurposed into an Isekai!Tyke story.
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Tinder Heart
Amadeus, Sam, and Miles briefly exchanged looks before pointing at each other.
"It was him!" The three accused at the same time.
Kamala palmed her head. "Boys…Just, run me from the beginning."
"Yeah, Amadeus." Sam quickly took the opportunity to shift the blame. "Why don't you tell her how it started?"
Amadeus scowled. "Coward." He muttered.
"Well?" Kamala interjected before they started bickering again.
"I don't think it's a bad thing."
"You do realize he's going to leave at some point."
"So is a foreign student but you still see them on the market."
"By leave, I meant go back to his time."
"I got that." Amadeus huffed, lightly offended that she felt the need to clarify. "But my point still stands."
Kamala groaned. "Miles, help me out here." She pleaded him. "I'm not the only one that sees this is a bad idea, right?"
Miles was silent for a moment as he composed his thoughts before finally replying, "I do think he needs to see someone. I mean—have you really, really seen him?"
"The guy writes unsent letters to a girl that's rejected him, dated his best friend, sent him mixed signals, and then rejected him again. And again." Sam pointed out.
"Really? That's sweet."
"It's pathetic." Sam scoffed.
"It's wasting paper." Amadeus added.
"I feel bad for the guy." Miles chimed in.
"But can't you see? It's proof they're meant to be together!"
"And maybe they will be." Miles placated. "But that doesn't mean he can't see someone else before they do get together."
Kamala thought about it. "But… he wouldn't know the first thing to do dating a girl from this time. You remember his idea for a Halloween costume?"
"I think that's just how he is. A dork." Amadeus pointed out. "On the bright side, someone's bound to take pity on him."
"He's not that bad." Kamala defended before finally sighing. "Alright. But if this hurts him…"
"He'll get over it." Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't get why you keep on babying him."
"Because she's a hardcore shipper." Amadeus commented.
"No." Kamala quickly denied, but the embarrassed flush on her face said otherwise. "It's because people might attack him for, you know, being Scott Summers?"
"Then we'll make sure he's safe." Miles assured.
Sam folded his arms. "I'm not babysitting him."
"Not it, either." Amadeus followed.
Kamala looked at Miles, who returned with a sheepish smile at his rhetoric shot down so quickly. "I'll help when I can?"
"You guys…" Kamala slowly shook her head. "…so, how are you setting up his profile?"
"Viv has a lot of pictures." Sam quickly pointed out. At Kamala's questioning look, he clarified, "Rather, she takes a lot of pictures of all of us."
"And his phone?"
Miles held it up. "Right here."
"I already know his password." Amadeus added with a smug grin.
"Alright." Kamala sighed. "I'll- I'll explain it to him. Just—at the first sign of things going bad…!"
"We'll be there. And we'll stop."
"Alright." Kamala repeated, more for herself. She looked outside where Scott was conversing with Viv, who had taken the role of distraction while they had their meeting.
She sighed and stretched out her hand.
"Give me the phone."
A/N: If it wasn't too obvious, the Champions decided Scott needs more experience with girls, so they signed him up for whichever dating app/site. Basically, an excuse for Tyke to be paired with someone.
I had a similar idea for Cyke, where instead of the Champions, it'd be the students making the account to keep him busy so they could avoid training.
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Put a ring on it
Scott checked himself in the mirror.
Appearing in this world—this reality—had been a last-second gambit for him. As he felt his mind slip during the Avengers' final assault on him and Emma, Scott willed the Phoenix Force to transport him to a world that could stop him.
And it did.
His memories were hazy and it was difficult for him to distinguish what was real and what was a Phoenix Force-induced hallucination, but he remembered being flown into the Sun where he had duked it out with the Kryptonians before, finally, falling—with the Phoenix Force lying dormant inside of him, recovering.
The Justice League had had him under lock-and-key for a week after he had nearly ended the planet as the Mad Avatar of the Phoenix Force. It surprised him that it only took that long to convince them, but he supposed having two of the three members of their Trinity helped.
As well as their rich history with reality-hoppers, possessed friends and metahumans, apparently.
That he spent most of the time wrapped around Diana's lasso of truth while the Batman questioned him helped convert the skeptical man into a partial-believer, at least.
Regardless, he had been released. On probation, of course, with several volunteers of their superhero community taking turns watching him.
Honestly? Scott just wanted to find a way back. He didn't want to willingly dip himself into their affairs, but he had also conceded that the best way to repay all the damage he had caused, as well as find his way home, was to join them.
Which lead him to his image reflecting back at him.
Cleanly shaven and hair trimmed, with a new suit, Scott gave a mighty sigh.
He knew the uphill battle ahead of him. Getting back home would be no easy task.
Fortunately, he was nothing if not stubborn and determined.
He just had to make sure he didn't have too many distractions.
"Just focus on the task at hand, Scott." He muttered to the mutant in the mirror.
He made a mental checklist of the things he had to accomplish:
Step 1: Find a way home.
Step 2: Help the League.
Step 3: Avoid all distractions.
Satisfied, he made his way to the door to this brave, new world, and opened it…
…only to immediately find himself face-to-object with a floating yellow ring.
[Scott Summers of Earth. You have the ability to instill great fear.] The glowing ring declared. [Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.]
Scott stopped.
Scott groaned.
Scott palmed his head.
Well, he just failed step 3.
He was definitely off to a promising start.
A/N: And then, Scott and Soranik Natu have kinky patient-doctor sex that calls into the question the ethics of a patient-physician relationship. Among other things.
Hey, it was a toss-up between this and pairing up Scott with Mercy from Overwatch!