Ben 10 in Marvel Universe

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As the reunion at the round table draws to a close, Thor lingers, his gaze locked on Gwen. He steps forward, his voice heavy with thought.

"You're not entirely human, are you?"

Gwen blinked.

"Excuse me?"

Thor stood, the light of the holograms flickering against his golden armor.

"I saw what you did to my brother," he said. "It was raw power. We reviewed the footage — the cameras do not lie. That magic, that energy... it bears the mark of the Anodites.""

Fury raised a brow. "Anodites?"

"Beings of living energy," Thor replied. "From a realm far from here. They manipulate the threads of reality like musicians play strings. Gwen Tennyson is descended from them. It is in her blood."

Gwen's breath caught in her throat.

"You mean... I'm an alien?"

"Not quite. You're a hybrid. Human, yes, but with an ancestry that carries unimaginable power."

Gwen looked down at her hands. Thor stepped closer, gently.

"The power you carry is a torrent. Uncontrolled, it will tear you apart. I can help you begin. Teach you to channel it, as a warrior would. But if you truly wish to master it, you must find a sorcerer—someone who shapes reality itself. A Master of the Mystic Arts. Someone like... Doctor Strange."

He paused, then added with a small smile, "Though he is a bit arrogant, he is rarely wrong."

Fury cleared his throat.

"Alright, that's enough revelations for one night. Everyone, back to work."

Ben stood alone inside a circular chamber, bathed in soft blue light.

The lab around him buzzed like the nerve center of a futuristic spaceship. Robotic arms floated silently above, tracking his every move. Transparent monitors displayed alien glyphs that danced across the screen in a rhythm too complex to follow. Stark paced nearby, hands clasped behind his back, while Banner tapped quietly at a console, the glow of data reflecting off his glasses.

"Alright, kid," Stark finally said, stopping in front of him. "Let's crack open this interstellar mystery box. Try not to explode."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "That supposed to be comforting?"

"Wasn't trying to be," Tony smirked. "Hold still."

A web of golden light lanced from the ceiling, scanning the Omnitrix on Ben's wrist. The watch pulsed gently—alive, aware, and silent.

Banner looked up from his data stream. "Fascinating… There's multilayered biological encryption woven into the device. Dimensional encoding too. Like it's hiding information inside information."

"In English, Bruce," Ben said.

Tony stepped in with a grin. "The watch is smarter than us. Combined."

Ben blinked. "Smarter than you?"

Tony raised a finger. "Don't get cocky, rookie. We're talking about a device built by a being who probably does calculus in eleven dimensions while brushing his teeth."

Ben crossed his arms. "So… what's the catch?"

Banner adjusted his glasses. "Well, from what we're seeing, each transformation lasts about ten minutes. After that, the device enters a recharge cycle. It won't respond until it's fully restored."

Tony added, "And if you go Hulk-mode—like you did on Loki—it'll drain even faster. Think of it like using nitro boost in a sports car… Looks cool, burns fast."

Ben groaned. "Ten minutes? That's it?"

Tony scoffed. "You know what I could do with ten minutes inside a walking tank with super strength? That's a lifetime in combat. You just have to make it count."

Banner rotated the screen. "So far, we've detected Ten in total. But only three are accessible right now. The others seem... locked."

"Locked?"

"Think of it like a smart vault," Stark added. "It only gives you what you need when the situation calls for it."

Ben looked down at the Omnitrix. Its face glowed, unreadable. Alien. Mysterious.

"So what do I have now?"

Stark gestured toward the chamber.

"Let's find out."

The massive training room gleamed with polished steel and hard-light barriers. Tony stood nearby in a slimmed-down Iron Man suit, while Banner monitored from behind a glass screen.

Ben looked down at the Omnitrix.

"Alright," he muttered. "Let's try this."

He slammed the dial. Green light exploded from the watch, engulfing his body. His arms stretched, thickened. A second pair erupted from his sides with a sickening crack. His skin rippled crimson.

With a mighty roar, Four Arms stood in his place.

Ben grinned, voice deeper and booming.

"I like this one."

He tore through the room, smashing targets into vapor. Each punch shook the chamber.

Stark ducked as a flying chunk flew overhead.

"Okay! Reminder: no redecorating my lab with super strength!"

Ben laughed.

"This guy's name is Four Arms."

"Yeah," Stark smirked. "Obvious. But solid."

"Next," Stark said. "Try a new one."

Ben twisted the dial again. The flash was sharper this time—and hotter.

Flames burst across his body. His skin ignited with molten patterns. His head became a pillar of fire, and his feet hovered above the ground.

Ben screamed.

"I'M ON FIRE!"

"Relax!" Stark shouted. "You ARE fire!"

Ben floated above the ground, radiating heat. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and the flames dimmed slightly.

"Alright... I think I got it."

"Good," Tony said. "Now dodge."

He fired a laser.

Ben barely avoided it. Then instinct took over. He launched a fireball with both hands, scorching a target to ash.

Stark nodded. "Not bad, Hothead. How about 'Heatblast'?"

Ben, still glowing, gave a thumbs-up.

The Omnitrix blinked red.

"You've got maybe a minute left," Banner called. "This one consumes a LOT of energy."

Ben landed, breathing heavily.

"Noted."

Last test. Ben selected the third. Flash. His body contorted. He dropped to all fours. His eyes vanished. His mouth widened with sharp teeth. Fur covered him. He let out a guttural growl.

Wildmutt was born.

"Oh," Stark said. "Okay. We've entered the horror movie phase."

"What the hell is this — a blind space hyena?"

Wildmutt growls.

"Can you see me? Do something if you can."

Wildmutt sniffed the air. Without warning, he bolted out of the room.

"HEY! Where's he going?!"

They chased him.

Natasha was calmly assembling sandwiches when the furred beast skidded to a halt near the counter, sniffing excitedly.

"Uh," she said. "New recruit?"

Stark walked in.

"Wildmutt," he said. "Blind, fast, hungry."

Banner appeared, amused.

"Great nose. Excellent reflexes. Probably tracks enemies through scent."

Ben transformed back moments later, sitting on the floor, dazed.

"...That was weird."

"That," Stark said, "was actually impressive."

In a quiet chamber, Thor stands with Gwen.

Thor said calmly "Close your eyes. Breathe. Feel the current within."

Gwen hesitates for a moment, glancing at him. Then, slowly, she closes her eyes. Her breath trembles at first, but steadies. Her hands extend forward, palms open, fingers relaxed.

Silence stretches. The air grows warmer around her. A faint, soft glow begins to gather at her fingertips—pink, gentle, and alive. It spreads, pulsing with her heartbeat.

A pebble near her feet shudders… then rises half an inch into the air.

Gwen gasps slightly, eyes still closed. The rock wobbles—then drops with a faint clink.

Thor watches with a knowing smile. He takes a step forward.

"You have taken your first step. But the journey will be long."

Gwen opens her eyes, blinking at the now-still stone. Her face flickers with surprise, then a small, earnest smile appears.

"One step at a time."

A beat of silence. Thor places a hand gently on her shoulder. His grip is firm, reassuring.

"As all great paths begin. Do not seek mastery—seek understanding. Power will follow."

He walks away slowly, leaving Gwen alone in the chamber. She kneels beside the stone, touches it, and stares at her hands—still tinged faintly with pink light. A spark of determination glows in her eyes.

Fade to black.

Back in the lab, late at night. Banner's eyes lock on his screen.

"Tony. Fury. We've got something. The Loki energy trace — it matches someone we know."

Tony spinning in his chair "Don't say it…"

Banner replied "Dr. Erik Selvig. Thor's guy. He's alive — and he's working for Loki."

"Where?" Fury inquired

"An abandoned HYDRA bunker. Eastern Europe. We have coordinates." Banner answered.

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