Extended Summary:
Splicing together the DNA of the Old Gods of Asgard and the New Gods of New Genesis, HYDRA has created their perfect weapon. But this hybrid god has plans - and desires - of his own. After escaping from their clutches, HYDRA's would-be lance sets his sights on the outside world - and the many beautiful superheroines who defend it.
This story takes place in a Marvel/DC Crossover Universe.
All characters involved are 18+. I do not own Marvel or DC Comics.
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1. The Experiment
Today was the day he escaped.
He had been born one year ago, almost to the day. Birthed from a pod fully grown and fully aware, capable of complex thoughts, of speaking multiple languages, and so many other amazing things.
He could fly. Most men couldn't fly, but he could. He could bend and twist steel with his bare hands. He could sprint for hours and not feel even the slightest bit of fatigue.
They told him he was a god. A
hybrid
god. The HYDRA scientists who created him, down here in their secret underground laboratory, spent absurd amounts of money and personnel getting their hands on the DNA of higher beings.
The Old Gods of Asgard and the New Gods of New Genesis. Spliced together to create
him.
HYDRA's finest experiment. Their greatest weapon.
He was to be their lance, their silver bullet, forged to destroy their enemies once and for all. He was going to be the vanguard of their new world.
But their lance had other plans.
From the moment they "birthed" him from his growth pod, the experiment had known he didn't belong with the likes of HYDRA. It was instinctual knowledge, deep in his bones.
Sure, they gave him clothes, a bed, and warm meals. Sometimes they even provided some basic entertainment. Movies and stuff, mostly to teach him how to socialize. But it was clear from the very start that his creators meant to use him for their own ends. He wasn't truly a person in their eyes. He had been created to
serve.
And, honestly, the experiment just wasn't feeling it. He was a god, after all. Gods didn't serve. They
reigned.
So he planned and he waited. He played along with their training and their tests and trials. He tolerated their attempts at indoctrination, their lessons on their belief in total world domination. He waited until the HYDRA higher-ups had become satisfied with his progress, until they trusted him.
And as expected, they eventually became lax on security. Only one guard posted outside his bedroom now. Cut down from two which in turn had been cut down from four. But that wasn't even the best part.
Today, the guard was a
woman.
Pretty lady, too. At least as far as HYDRA security personnel went. The experiment didn't have much to compare her to during his young, sheltered life.
Tall, blonde, with green eyes. High cheekbones, slender nose, and round, pouty lips. A striking face, but certainly beautiful. Most importantly, she was
female
. His plan wouldn't work otherwise. For he was going to use an ability that not even his HYDRA jailors knew about. A talent that would turn his pretty, blonde warden into an eager - and
loyal
- ally.
Yes, today was the day he escaped. Today was a day for freedom. And it was going to be
fun.
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"Hey."
It was a simple greeting, but it was enough. All he needed was the guard's attention. Once she engaged with him, it was only a matter of time. His secret weapon, his tool of escape, was the power of suggestion.
Pheromones, specifically. And they only worked on women. Perhaps there was a slim chance they worked on a select few men, but the experiment had no desire to test that.
The existence of this special talent was inborn knowledge he possessed about himself, likely part of the hyper-awareness he held as a hybrid god. The wisdom that accompanied this knowledge compelled him to keep his more peculiar abilities to himself. A decision that was about to pay off.
The blonde guard turned to face him, glancing from his grinning face to the open bedroom door behind him.
"Subject Zero-One." She acknowledged him, giving a curt nod. "You're supposed to be asleep."
Subject Zero-One merely shrugged, leaning against the open door frame. He gave the guard a once-over, drawing his eyes up her body. Even when dressed in unflattering HYDRA fatigues, there was an unmistakable sensuality about her. A feminine appeal that no body armor could hide. His gaze finally came to rest on her face. Curious green eyes stared back at him, cautious yet clearly intrigued.
"Can't sleep." He lied with a smile. "Too restless."
The blonde woman raised a brow, turning her body to face him. The experiment silently thanked whatever higher power there was beyond himself for his good fortune. He was grateful that she was the one stationed outside his room that evening, for she would make for
far
more pleasing company than the average guard.
She pursed her lips, so pink and plump that the experiment had the fleeting desire to steal a kiss. The blonde shifted her weight from one leg to the other, quietly regarding the young god for a moment.
"I can have sleep medication brought to you." She said after a moment. Next, she turned and started down the dim, empty hall, heading away from him.
"You don't need to do that," The experiment quickly called out. "I like being awake."
Just like that, she halted and turned back. Her eyes were narrow and scrutinizing. She looked a bit annoyed, a bit more force in her steps as she returned to her original post. The experiment chose that moment to make his silent strike, releasing a burst of his pheromones. They wouldn't work all at once, but the moment she took a breath his victory was all but assured.
The guardswoman moved closer, keeping the experiment firmly within her cold yet intrigued gaze. And then she passed through the invisible cloud of pheromones. He saw her nostrils flaring as she took the tiniest whiff.
Gotcha.
The young god couldn't help but grin. He knew he had won right then. It was only a matter of time.
First, he would indulge in some entertainment. And then,
freedom.
"You're not following your schedule. I'll have to make a note of this unusual behavior to our superiors." She warned... While also taking a step closer to him. The blonde took another inhale through her nose again, deeper this time, giving a small but pleased hum.
The experiment's grin widened. He leaned closer to the unsuspecting guard and let forth another wave of pheromones. It was important to be thorough, a lesson HYDRA had been intent to imprint on him.
"You don't need to do that, either." He told her calmly. He crossed his arms, deliberately tensing the muscles. The guardswoman quickly stole a look, but she was not quick enough that the young god didn't notice. If there was one thing that Subject Zero-One was grateful to HYDRA for, it was that they didn't just create him with the powers of a god: He had the body of one, too. Full of youthful vigor and chiseled so perfectly that maybe he didn't even need the pheromones. The HYDRA troops were zealots to be sure, but they were still flesh and blood, prone to lust and desire as anyone else. "I just wanted to have a chat, is all. I never get to talk with anyone besides the doctors and the science team."
Another inhale from the blonde. Followed by another stolen glance to his chest - and perhaps even further down. Zero-One wasn't wearing clothes that were particularly eye-catching, either. A simple gray shirt and gray sweatpants. But upon his powerfully built body, those earthly fabrics were stretched taut.
"I'm on duty. Talking is a distraction." She finally said after a stretch of silence. But still she stood before him, eyes firmly fixed on HYDRA's prized experiment. She stared. And she
breathed.
A measure of intent was blooming within her lively, emerald eyes.
Excitement frothed inside the hybrid god, almost overflowing as if from a boiling cauldron. Even so, the experiment remained outwardly calm. He shifted on his feet, his smile widening as he pushed off of the door frame.
"But don't you ever get bored?" The experiment pressed on, inching just a little closer. "Just standing out here, staring at that wall until your shift is up? You can't expect me to believe that you actually enjoy security detail."
Another burst of pheromones. Just to be sure.
The blonde remained stone-faced, save for the hint of reddish-pink blooming across her cheeks. She stood unmoving before him. An outsider might have taken it as bravery or defiance on her part, but he knew the truth. His special talent was working its magic. The guardswoman couldn't fight her body. The attraction she felt to the young god kept her rooted to the spot. She didn't want to leave, she
couldn't
. Not when there was such a prime male specimen right in front of her.
"My personal feelings are irrelevant." She said to him, her voice firm and unwavering. But her eyes told a different story, her pupils dilating as she gazed intently into his. Often, dilating pupils were a sign of sexual attraction. "My superiors gave me an assignment. I'm going to do it to the best of my abilities."
"I think that's a load of crap." Zero-One said bluntly. It was a blatant breach of convention - more so than chatting with the guard in the middle of the night. But the experiment kept a friendly grin plastered on his face, his eyes doubtlessly glimmering with mischief. It was bait, meant to keep the blonde on the hook. And it was working
beautifully.
The woman took another step forward, leaving less than a foot between them. She regarded the younger man for a moment, pursing her lips. Again, Zero-One had half a mind to steal a kiss, but thought better of it.
"Questioning our superiors." She observed, a sliver of dry humor in her voice. "That sounds like insubordination, Subject Zero-One. I'll have to report your misconduct."
He could see her nostrils flare again. Another inhale. He didn't bother with the pheromones this time. It was clear that he had her.
"Come on." He groused, leaning back into the door frame again,
away
from the woman. She leaned forward in turn. His grin transformed then into a more crooked, daring smirk. "I'm bored. You're bored. I'm sure the two of us can find
something
to do to pass the time. Something a bit more exciting than staring at a wall, I hope?"
"And what exactly did you have in mind?" The blonde took another step closer. The distance between them had vanished completely, the front of her kevlar vest now brushing against his broad, firm chest.
The hybrid god gave a wolfish, toothy smile.
"How about you come into my room and you can, uh,
convince
me to improve my behavior. Show me how a HYDRA agent should conduct herself, yeah?" His voice came as a low, hungry growl. It rumbled deep in his chest, like a beast roused from his slumber. His tone was one of craving and his words didn't come across like a suggestion. No, he was
