## Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters - Boys Wing, Third Floor
Room 317 was exactly what Marcus had expected from a prestigious boarding school with a generous endowment—reasonably spacious, well-furnished, and carrying the kind of understated elegance that suggested someone had put serious thought into making students feel welcome rather than confined. A single bed with crisp linens, a desk positioned to take advantage of natural light from tall windows, built-in bookshelves, and a small private bathroom that managed to feel luxurious despite its compact size.
Marcus set his backpack—still containing everything he owned in this world—on the desk and surveyed his new living space with mixed emotions. Three days ago he'd been sleeping in Marcus D'Ancanto's childhood bedroom in Caldecott County, surrounded by sixteen years of accumulated possessions and memories. Now he was starting over in a room that could belong to anyone, anywhere.
*Freedom and isolation,* he mused, settling into the desk chair and looking out the window at the school's manicured grounds. *Two sides of the same coin.*
The view from his window showed the mansion's extensive gardens, where several students were taking advantage of the late afternoon sunlight to study outdoors or practice controlled use of their abilities under faculty supervision. Marcus could see a girl who appeared to be making small flowers bloom with her touch, a boy who was juggling balls of pure light, and what looked like an impromptu game of frisbee where the disc occasionally changed direction in mid-air without any visible explanation.
*Normal teenage activities,* Marcus thought, *with a supernatural twist. This is what Marie and I could have had if we'd grown up here instead of in rural Mississippi.*
**[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]**
**[INTEGRATION ASSESSMENT: CURRENT ABILITIES REQUIRE ACTIVE DEVELOPMENT]**
**[HEALING FACTOR: 5.9% - APPROACHING INTERMEDIATE THRESHOLD]**
**[ENHANCED PHYSIOLOGY: 3.1% - BASIC LEVEL]**
**[ENHANCED INTELLECT: 1.2% - MINIMAL INTEGRATION]**
**[WARNING: DORMANT ABILITIES WILL DECAY WITHOUT REGULAR USAGE]**
Marcus frowned at the system's analysis. He'd known that the absorption process was only the beginning, but seeing the actual integration percentages made it clear that he had a significant amount of work ahead of him if he wanted to develop these abilities into anything truly useful.
"System," he subvocalized, making sure his roommate—a seventeen-year-old named David who apparently could phase through solid matter—wasn't around to overhear conversations with invisible interfaces, "what kind of training regimen would optimize integration for all three active abilities?"
**[TRAINING PROTOCOL ANALYSIS]**
**[HEALING FACTOR DEVELOPMENT:]**
**[MECHANISM: Accelerated cellular regeneration responds to tissue damage]**
**[OPTIMIZATION METHOD: Controlled physical trauma followed by recovery cycles]**
**[RECOMMENDED ACTIVITIES: Weight training, combat practice, endurance challenges]**
**[WARNING: Healing factor usage accelerates metabolic requirements - increased caloric intake necessary]**
**[ENHANCED PHYSIOLOGY DEVELOPMENT:]**
**[STRENGTH COMPONENT: Progressive resistance training - muscle fiber micro-tears trigger enhanced repair]**
**[SPEED COMPONENT: Cardiovascular exercise, sprint intervals, reaction time drills]**
**[AGILITY COMPONENT: Combat sparring, gymnastics, obstacle courses]**
**[SYNERGY BONUS: All physical activities benefit from healing factor acceleration]**
**[ENHANCED INTELLECT DEVELOPMENT:]**
**[COGNITIVE EXERCISE: Complex problem-solving, pattern recognition, memory challenges]**
**[RECOMMENDED ACTIVITIES: Academic study, strategic gaming, multi-variable analysis]**
**[OPTIMAL ENVIRONMENT: Library access, challenging coursework, intellectual discussions]**
**[INTEGRATION BONUS: Enhanced intellect accelerates learning in all other areas]**
Marcus studied the recommendations with growing understanding. Unlike video game systems where abilities improved through repetition or experience points, his absorption-based powers required the kind of systematic development that real-world skills demanded. He couldn't just practice using enhanced strength—he had to actually build stronger muscles through the same biological processes that affected normal humans, just accelerated by his healing factor.
"Basically, I need to become a fitness fanatic and an academic overachiever," he muttered. "While also learning to fight well enough to use these abilities in actual combat situations."
It was a daunting prospect, made more challenging by the need to avoid attracting too much attention while developing capabilities that would make him significantly more dangerous than the average student at Xavier's school.
**[SCHEDULING RECOMMENDATIONS]**
**[MORNING ROUTINE: Physical training - 6:00-7:30 AM]**
**[Weight room access, cardio equipment, basic combat drills]**
**[Low student traffic during early hours reduces attention]**
**[ACADEMIC SCHEDULE: Enhanced coursework - 8:00 AM-4:00 PM]**
**[Request advanced placement in science, mathematics, literature]**
**[Utilize enhanced intellect for accelerated learning]**
**[EVENING ACTIVITIES: Library study - 5:00-8:00 PM]**
**[Research, complex problem-solving, strategic analysis]**
**[Social integration with intellectual peer group]**
**[NIGHT ROUTINE: Recovery and meditation - 9:00-10:00 PM]**
**[Healing factor optimization, power integration assessment]**
Marcus leaned back in his chair, considering the system's proposed schedule. It was ambitious but not impossible, assuming the school's facilities could accommodate his training needs and the faculty wouldn't ask too many questions about why a sixteen-year-old was requesting university-level coursework.
A knock on his door interrupted his planning session. "Come in," he called, quickly dismissing the system interface.
Jean Grey entered carrying a stack of books and wearing the kind of smile that suggested she was either genuinely happy to see him or very good at projecting welcoming warmth for the benefit of new students.
"Hi Marcus," she said, setting the books on his desk. "Professor Xavier asked me to bring you these—course catalogs, school handbook, basic information about living here. Plus a few recommendations from Dr. McCoy based on your conversation about intellectual interests."
Marcus glanced at the titles: *Advanced Genetics and Mutation Theory*, *Quantum Physics Applications*, *Strategic Analysis and Game Theory*, and *The Philosophy of Enhanced Human Development*. College-level material, all of it, which suggested that Beast had either recognized his enhanced intellect or was testing to see if his casual comments about academic interests were genuine.
"These look perfect," Marcus said honestly. "Dr. McCoy has excellent taste in reading material."
"He mentioned that you seemed unusually well-read for someone your age," Jean said, settling into the room's single chair with the comfortable familiarity of someone who'd had similar conversations with dozens of new students. "It's not uncommon here—a lot of mutants develop advanced intellectual interests as coping mechanisms for social isolation. Books don't judge you for being different."
Through their conversation, Marcus could feel Jean's telepathic abilities operating at a low level—not actively reading his thoughts, but monitoring his emotional state and general mental presence the way someone might unconsciously evaluate body language during face-to-face conversation.
*She's trying to figure me out,* he realized. *Professional curiosity mixed with personal interest.*
"I've always been a reader," Marcus replied, which was true for both CJ Smith and Marcus D'Ancanto. "But there's a difference between reading about genetics and actually meeting someone who can transform into a six-foot-tall blue scientist. Reality's got a lot more impact than fiction."
"Speaking of reality," Jean said with a slight frown, "there's something I wanted to ask you about. When we shook hands earlier, I sensed something unusual. Not threatening," she added quickly, "just... complex. Like there are multiple layers to your psychic signature."
Marcus felt his enhanced intellect immediately begin calculating responses while CJ's comic book knowledge supplied context about Jean's developing abilities. She was becoming more sensitive to psychic phenomena as her powers grew, which meant she might eventually detect the Phoenix connection he'd absorbed from her if he wasn't careful.
"Multiple layers how?" he asked, genuinely curious about how his cosmic reincarnation and stolen abilities appeared to telepathic senses.
"It's hard to describe," Jean admitted. "Most people have pretty straightforward mental patterns—thoughts, emotions, memories, all organized in predictable ways. But you feel like... like someone who's lived multiple lives, or absorbed experiences from different sources." She paused, studying his face. "Have you ever experienced memory absorption from other people?"
*More than you can imagine,* Marcus thought. What he said was, "Marie and I have some kind of empathic connection. I can feel her emotions, sometimes pick up surface thoughts when she's really stressed. Maybe that's what you're sensing?"
It was a plausible explanation that contained elements of truth while avoiding the more problematic aspects of his situation.
"Maybe," Jean said, though her expression suggested she wasn't entirely convinced. "The Professor mentioned that you're resistant to telepathic contact. That's actually pretty rare—most people have at least some level of accessibility to psychic influence."
"Is that a problem?" Marcus asked. "I mean, for fitting in here?"
"Oh no, not at all!" Jean's response was immediate and reassuring. "If anything, it's probably an advantage. Some of the students struggle with maintaining privacy when there are telepaths around, even those of us who try to be respectful about mental boundaries. Your resistance means you'll have natural protection."
*If only you knew that I also absorbed your connection to a cosmic entity that could destroy galaxies,* Marcus thought. *Then we could really have an interesting conversation about mental privacy.*
"There is one thing, though," Jean continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Sometimes people with strong telepathic resistance develop it as a defense mechanism against traumatic experiences. If there's anything in your past that's causing psychological barriers, the Professor and Dr. McCoy are both excellent at helping students work through those issues."
Marcus felt a surge of appreciation for Jean's genuine concern, mixed with the ethical complexity of being offered psychological help for trauma he'd never actually experienced. CJ Smith's memories of dying were real enough, but they belonged to someone else's life in another universe.
"I appreciate that," he said carefully. "Right now I think I'm more focused on adjusting to everything that's happened recently. Powers manifesting, leaving home, starting over in a new place—it's a lot to process even without digging into deeper psychological issues."
"Of course," Jean agreed. "Just remember that you're not alone here. Whatever you're dealing with, there are people who understand what it's like to feel different or isolated."
Through her words, Marcus caught a glimpse of Jean's own experiences—the loneliness of being one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet, the burden of constantly managing other people's thoughts and emotions, the weight of responsibilities that no sixteen-year-old should have to carry.
*She's right,* he realized. *We're all carrying more than we should at our age. The difference is that my burdens come from cosmic reincarnation instead of natural mutation.*
"Thanks, Jean," Marcus said sincerely. "That means a lot, especially coming from someone who's clearly figured out how to balance being exceptional with being normal."
Jean smiled at that, a genuine expression of pleasure at being understood. "It's an ongoing process," she admitted. "Some days are better than others. But having people around who understand what you're going through makes all the difference."
After Jean left, Marcus sat alone in his room, surrounded by advanced textbooks and the weight of decisions that would affect not just his own development but potentially the future of everyone at Xavier's school.
The system's training recommendations were sound from a purely mechanical standpoint—controlled physical trauma to accelerate healing factor development, progressive academic challenges to enhance cognitive capabilities, combat practice to integrate enhanced physiology. But they also represented a commitment to becoming someone fundamentally different from both CJ Smith and Marcus D'Ancanto.
*I'm choosing to become a weapon,* he thought with uncomfortable clarity. *A powerful, versatile, potentially unstoppable weapon. The question is whether I can stay human enough to use that power responsibly.*
Marcus opened the first textbook—*Advanced Genetics and Mutation Theory*—and began reading about the biological mechanisms that made his own existence possible. Thanks to Beast's enhanced intellect, complex concepts that would have taken CJ Smith hours to understand became clear within minutes. Genetic expression patterns, cellular regeneration processes, the quantum mechanical foundations of mutant abilities—all of it organized and integrated at a pace that felt almost supernatural.
**[ENHANCED INTELLECT INTEGRATION: 1.8%]**
**[COMPLEX INFORMATION PROCESSING: ACCELERATED]**
**[PATTERN RECOGNITION: ENHANCED]**
**[RECOMMENDATION: MAINTAIN CURRENT STUDY PACE FOR OPTIMAL DEVELOPMENT]**
By the time evening settled over Xavier's school, Marcus had absorbed more advanced scientific knowledge than most graduate students encountered in a full semester. The enhanced intellect was proving to be exactly the strategic advantage he'd hoped for—not just making him smarter, but making him capable of learning at rates that would let him rapidly develop expertise in multiple fields.
*Tomorrow I start the physical training,* he decided, closing the textbook and preparing for sleep. *Weight room at six AM, combat practice in the afternoons, whatever it takes to turn these stolen abilities into something useful for protecting the people I care about.*
Outside his window, the school's grounds were quiet except for the occasional sound of night-shift security patrols and the distant hum of advanced technology that kept the mansion running. Somewhere in the girls' wing, Marie was probably settling into her own new room, dealing with her own adjustment challenges and power development needs.
And somewhere in the cosmic realm where omnipotent beings monitored the fates of reincarnated souls, Rob was probably updating Marcus D'Ancanto's file with notations about power acquisition rates and integration success.
**[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]**
**[DAY ONE: INTEGRATION PHASE INITIATED]**
**[CURRENT STATUS: POWER ABSORPTION COMPLETE, DEVELOPMENT IN PROGRESS]**
**[LONG-TERM PROJECTION: SIGNIFICANT ENHANCEMENT POTENTIAL]**
**[WARNING: ACCELERATED DEVELOPMENT MAY ATTRACT UNWANTED ATTENTION]**
**[RECOMMENDATION: MAINTAIN STRATEGIC AWARENESS OF POLITICAL AND COSMIC DEVELOPMENTS]**
Marcus settled into bed, his enhanced intellect already working to organize training schedules, academic goals, and strategic priorities for the weeks ahead. Sleep came slowly, filled with dreams of cosmic fires, advanced physics equations, and the weight of responsibilities that extended far beyond any single universe.
Tomorrow would bring the real work of becoming someone worthy of the power he'd been granted.
Tonight, he was still just Marcus D'Ancanto, a sixteen-year-old boy with impossible memories and stolen abilities, trying to figure out how to save a world that didn't know it needed saving.
*At least I won't be bored,* was his last conscious thought before sleep claimed him.
—
## Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters - Boys Wing, 5:47 AM
Marcus's internal clock woke him thirteen minutes before his planned 6:00 AM training session, a precision that surprised him until he remembered that Beast's enhanced intellect included improved time perception and biological rhythm regulation. His borrowed body felt rested despite the mental exhaustion of processing advanced genetics textbooks until nearly midnight, another sign that the healing factor was optimizing his recovery cycles even during sleep.
He dressed in the athletic clothing he'd packed from Mississippi—simple gray shorts and a t-shirt that would serve for basic workouts—and made his way quietly through the dormitory hallways. The boys' wing was still mostly asleep, with only the occasional sound of someone getting an early start on the day or dealing with powers that didn't respect normal sleep schedules.
The mansion's layout was more complex than CJ's comic book knowledge had prepared him for, with multiple wings, hidden passages, and architectural features that suggested decades of modifications to accommodate unusual student needs. After several wrong turns that led to storage rooms and what appeared to be a meditation chamber designed for students with light-sensitive abilities, Marcus finally found Scott Summers in the dining hall, reading tactical manuals while eating an early breakfast.
"Morning, Scott," Marcus said, approaching the table where the young team leader sat surrounded by military strategy books and what looked like building schematics. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
Scott looked up from a detailed analysis of urban combat scenarios, his ruby quartz glasses reflecting the dining hall's soft lighting. "Not at all. I like to review tactical situations before most people are awake—fewer distractions, easier to focus on complex planning scenarios."
The admission reinforced Marcus's growing understanding that Scott Summers took his leadership responsibilities seriously even as a teenager, preparing for conflicts that most people his age couldn't imagine facing.
"I was wondering if you could point me toward the gym," Marcus said. "Figured I'd get an early start on physical training, work off some of the nervous energy from adjusting to a new place."
"Smart approach," Scott approved. "Physical exercise helps a lot of students manage the stress of power development. The main gym is in the basement level, accessible through the door marked 'Athletic Facilities' near the kitchen. Full weight room, cardio equipment, combat training mats. Usually pretty empty until around eight AM."
"Perfect. Thanks for the directions."
"No problem. Fair warning though—some of the equipment is designed for students with enhanced strength or unusual physical requirements. Make sure you understand what you're using before you start lifting weights that might be calibrated for someone who can bench press a small car."
**[SYSTEM ALERT: SAFETY PROTOCOLS ACKNOWLEDGED]**
**[ENHANCED PHYSIOLOGY INTEGRATION: 3.1%]**
**[STRENGTH LEVELS: APPROXIMATELY 1.5X NORMAL HUMAN BASELINE]**
**[RECOMMENDATION: BEGIN WITH STANDARD EQUIPMENT, PROGRESS TO ENHANCED TRAINING AS INTEGRATION INCREASES]**
Marcus nodded his understanding. "I'll start conservative and work my way up. Better to underestimate my capabilities than accidentally hurt myself on the first day."
The path to the athletic facilities took him through parts of the mansion he hadn't seen during yesterday's official tour—service corridors that connected the various wings, storage areas filled with equipment that ranged from mundane to obviously supernatural, and what appeared to be multiple layers of security systems designed to protect both the building and its occupants from external threats.
*This place really is a fortress disguised as a school,* Marcus thought as he passed what was clearly an armored checkpoint, currently unmanned but obviously capable of serious defensive measures. *Xavier's people have learned that sanctuary requires strength.*
The athletic facilities were exactly what Scott had described, but significantly more extensive than Marcus had expected. The main gym occupied a space that could have housed a small aircraft hangar, with sectioned areas for different types of training and equipment that ranged from standard collegiate athletic gear to devices that looked like they'd been designed by people who understood that some students might need to practice controlling earthquake-generating abilities or learn to fight while flying.
At 6:03 AM, Marcus was surprised to discover he wasn't the only person who'd decided to start training early.
A young man who appeared to be about seventeen was working through what looked like an advanced strength training routine at a bench press station, moving weights that would have challenged professional powerlifters. But it wasn't his impressive physical capabilities that caught Marcus's attention—it was the fact that his entire body appeared to be composed of polished steel that gleamed under the gymnasium's lighting.
**[SYSTEM ALERT: ENHANCED INDIVIDUAL DETECTED]**
**[SCANNING TARGET...]**
**[POWER SIGNATURE: ORGANIC STEEL TRANSFORMATION]**
**[ENHANCED PHYSICAL CAPABILITIES: STRENGTH, DURABILITY, INVULNERABILITY]**
**[CLASSIFICATION: MUTANT - COLOSSUS-TYPE MANIFESTATION]**
**[POTENTIAL ABSORPTION TARGET IDENTIFIED]**
Marcus felt his enhanced intellect immediately begin cataloging tactical implications while CJ's comic book knowledge supplied context about one of the X-Men's most physically powerful future members. Piotr Rasputin—Colossus—whose organic steel form made him virtually indestructible and capable of strength feats that bordered on superhuman even by mutant standards.
The young man completed his set and transitioned smoothly from steel to flesh, his metallic form flowing like liquid mercury back to normal human appearance. He was tall even in his organic form, with the kind of broad shoulders and solid build that suggested he'd been physically impressive even before his mutant abilities manifested. His dark hair was damp with exertion, and his expression carried the focused satisfaction of someone who took physical conditioning seriously.
"Good morning," the young man said in accented English that marked him as Eastern European, probably Russian based on the vocal patterns. "I apologize if my training disturbed your rest. I try to practice early to avoid interfering with other students."
"No disturbance at all," Marcus replied, approaching with the casual friendliness that had served Marcus D'Ancanto well throughout his social interactions. "I'm here for the same reason—figure early morning training is the best way to push physical limits without an audience."
"A sensible approach," the other student agreed, extending a large hand in greeting. "I am Piotr Rasputin. I arrived at the school three weeks ago from Russia."
Marcus shook Piotr's hand, feeling the system immediately activate as skin contact established the familiar absorption connection. "Marcus D'Ancanto, just arrived yesterday from Mississippi. And that was quite a demonstration of control—the transition between forms looked completely smooth."
**[CONTACT ESTABLISHED: PIOTR RASPUTIN]**
**[ABSORPTION OPTIONS AVAILABLE:]**
- **ORGANIC STEEL FORM** *(Complete body transformation - Enhanced strength, durability, invulnerability)*
- **ENHANCED PHYSICAL STRENGTH** *(Superior baseline strength in organic form)*
- **ENHANCED DURABILITY** *(Increased resistance to physical damage)*
- **TRANSFORMATION CONTROL** *(Conscious shifting between organic and metallic states)*
**[WARNING: ACTIVE SLOT CAPACITY REACHED]**
**[ABILITY WILL BE STORED IN INVENTORY FOR FUTURE INTEGRATION]**
**[ORGANIC STEEL FORM PROVIDES MAXIMUM STRATEGIC ADVANTAGE]**
*Organic steel transformation,* Marcus selected without hesitation. The ability to become virtually invulnerable while maintaining full mobility was exactly the kind of defensive capability that would be invaluable against the threats he knew were coming.
**[ABSORPTION COMPLETE: ORGANIC STEEL FORM STORED IN INVENTORY]**
**[INVENTORY: 3/∞ ABILITIES AVAILABLE]**
**[INTEGRATION AVAILABLE WHEN ACTIVE SLOT BECOMES AVAILABLE]**
"Thank you," Piotr said, releasing the handshake with a slight look of puzzlement. Like the others Marcus had absorbed from, he seemed to sense that something had changed during their physical contact, though he couldn't identify exactly what. "The control has taken months of practice. When I first arrived, the transformation would sometimes happen without conscious intent during moments of stress or strong emotion."
"That must have been challenging," Marcus said with genuine sympathy, understanding exactly how difficult it was to manage abilities that activated involuntarily. "How did you learn to control it?"
"Dr. McCoy helped design training exercises that focused on conscious emotional regulation combined with systematic practice of voluntary transformation," Piotr explained, moving toward a different section of the gymnasium where more specialized equipment was arranged. "The key was understanding that the steel form is not separate from my organic body—it is an extension of my normal capabilities, controlled through the same mental processes that regulate any other physical action."
Marcus followed, genuinely interested in learning from someone who'd successfully mastered control over a dramatic physical transformation. "That makes sense from a biological standpoint. The mutation probably affects cellular structure at a quantum level, allowing conscious manipulation of atomic bonds and material properties."
Piotr stopped walking and looked at Marcus with obvious surprise. "That is a remarkably sophisticated understanding of mutant physiology for someone our age. Are you studying advanced biology?"
*Beast's enhanced intellect making me sound smarter than I should,* Marcus realized. "I do a lot of reading," he said, falling back on his standard explanation for impossible knowledge. "And Dr. McCoy gave me some pretty advanced textbooks yesterday. Amazing what you can learn when you have the right materials."
"Indeed," Piotr agreed, though his expression suggested he was impressed by Marcus's apparent grasp of complex scientific concepts. "Dr. McCoy is an exceptional teacher. His approach to understanding mutation from both biological and practical perspectives has been invaluable for my training."
They'd reached what appeared to be a specialized training area designed for students with enhanced physical capabilities. The equipment here was clearly built to withstand forces that would destroy conventional gymnasium apparatus—reinforced weight stations with bars that looked like they could support small buildings, striking targets made from materials that gleamed with metallic resilience, and safety features that suggested previous users had occasionally generated more power than strictly necessary.
"This is where I conduct my strength training in steel form," Piotr explained, gesturing toward a bench press station where the weight plates were marked in increments that started where normal human capabilities ended. "The equipment can handle approximately fifty tons maximum load, though I have not yet approached those limits."
"Fifty tons," Marcus repeated, trying to process the implications of that kind of strength level. "That's... that's approaching comic book superhero territory."
"An apt comparison," Piotr agreed with a slight smile. "Though I prefer to think of it as engineering optimization. Enhanced capabilities require enhanced training methods to maintain proper conditioning."
**[SYSTEM ANALYSIS: PIOTR RASPUTIN CAPABILITIES]**
**[ORGANIC STEEL FORM STRENGTH: ESTIMATED 25-40 TONS MAXIMUM]**
**[DURABILITY: NEAR-INVULNERABILITY TO CONVENTIONAL WEAPONS]**
**[TRANSFORMATION SPEED: 2-3 SECONDS FULL BODY CONVERSION]**
**[WEAKNESS: MAGNETIC MANIPULATION, EXTREME TEMPERATURE VARIATION]**
Marcus's enhanced intellect immediately began calculating how Colossus's abilities would integrate with his existing power set. The organic steel form would provide defensive capabilities that complemented his healing factor, while the enhanced strength would multiply the effectiveness of his existing enhanced physiology. Combined with his inventory of ranged abilities and cosmic-level power options, it represented a comprehensive enhancement package that could make him one of the most physically capable individuals on the planet.
*Assuming I can master integration of that many abilities simultaneously,* he reminded himself. *And assuming I can do it without attracting the kind of attention that gets people dissected in government laboratories.*
"Would you mind if I trained alongside you?" Marcus asked. "I'm working on developing enhanced physical capabilities myself, and it would help to learn from someone who's mastered advanced strength training techniques."
"Of course," Piotr replied with evident pleasure at having found someone who shared his interest in systematic physical development. "Though I should warn you—my training routine is designed for capabilities significantly beyond baseline human levels. If your enhancement is still developing, you may need to adjust the intensity accordingly."
"I'll start conservative and work my way up," Marcus said, echoing his earlier conversation with Scott. "What kind of routine do you usually follow?"
Piotr began explaining his training methodology as they moved toward the enhanced equipment section. His approach was methodical and intelligent, combining elements of Olympic weightlifting with specialized techniques designed to optimize the interaction between his organic and steel forms. He'd clearly thought carefully about the biomechanics of his transformation, developing exercises that strengthened both his baseline human capabilities and his enhanced metallic state.
"The key principle," Piotr said as he demonstrated proper form for what appeared to be a deadlift variation designed for individuals who could bend steel bars, "is progressive overload adapted for non-linear capability enhancement. In organic form, I train at approximately three times normal human capacity. In steel form, I train at approximately thirty times normal capacity. This maintains proper conditioning across both states while preventing overspecialization."
Marcus watched the demonstration with the kind of focused attention that his enhanced intellect made possible, absorbing not just the physical techniques but the underlying theory of training superhuman abilities through systematic progression.
"That's brilliant," he said honestly. "You've essentially created a dual-track development program that optimizes both forms simultaneously. The crossover benefits must be significant."
"Precisely!" Piotr's face lit up with enthusiasm at having someone understand the complexity of his training methodology. "Most people assume that the steel form makes organic conditioning irrelevant, but in reality, the transformation is only as effective as the baseline biology it's enhancing. Weak foundation, weak results, regardless of enhancement multipliers."
As they began working through Piotr's routine—with Marcus using weights appropriate for his current integration levels while Piotr demonstrated the advanced techniques in both forms—Marcus found himself genuinely enjoying the experience of training with someone who approached physical development with the same intellectual rigor that Beast applied to genetic research.
**[ENHANCED PHYSIOLOGY INTEGRATION: 3.4%]**
**[HEALING FACTOR INTEGRATION: 6.2%]**
**[SYNERGY BONUS: COMBINED ABILITIES ACCELERATING TRAINING EFFECTIVENESS]**
**[RECOMMENDATION: MAINTAIN CURRENT TRAINING PARTNERSHIP FOR OPTIMAL DEVELOPMENT]**
"Piotr," Marcus said as they moved through a series of exercises designed to improve explosive power and movement coordination, "can I ask what brought you here from Russia? I mean, the school's reputation for helping mutants isn't exactly common knowledge internationally."
Piotr's expression became more serious as he considered how to respond to the personal question. "My family's farm in Siberia was attacked by anti-mutant activists who had learned about my abilities," he said finally. "They... they hurt my sister trying to force information about other mutants in the region. Professor Xavier's people arrived in time to prevent worse violence, but it became clear that remaining in Russia would endanger my entire family."
Marcus felt a surge of anger at the casual mention of violence against innocent people, recognizing the kind of persecution that drove young mutants to seek sanctuary at Xavier's school. "I'm sorry that happened to your family. Is your sister safe now?"
"Yes, she is still on the farm with my parents, but she is also manifested as mutant—teleportation abilities—and Professor Xavier has offered her place at the school when she is old enough." Piotr's voice carried a mixture of concern and gratitude. "For now, she is safer remaining in familiar environment while I learn to use my capabilities to protect those I care about."
*Illyana Rasputin,* Marcus realized, CJ's comic book knowledge supplying context about Piotr's younger sister who would eventually become one of the most powerful mutants in existence. *Magik, teleporter and sorceress, ruler of Limbo and wielder of the Soulsword. Another cosmic-level power player who's still a child.*
The implications were staggering. If Illyana was still in Russia and hadn't yet developed her full abilities, that meant some of the most dangerous storylines in X-Men continuity were still preventable. The demonic manipulation, the temporal displacement, the corruption by dark magic—all of it could potentially be avoided if Marcus could find a way to ensure her safe passage to Xavier's school before hostile forces got involved.
But that kind of intervention would require capabilities he didn't yet possess and knowledge about international mutant politics that he couldn't explain without revealing his cosmic origins.
*One crisis at a time,* he reminded himself. *First master the abilities I've already absorbed, then figure out how to prevent apocalyptic storylines from playing out.*
"The school seems to have good security arrangements," Marcus said carefully, not wanting to pry too deeply into sensitive family matters. "And if your sister does decide to come here, she'll be in excellent company. Everyone I've met so far has been remarkably welcoming and supportive."
"Yes, the community here is unlike anything I experienced in Russia," Piotr agreed with obvious relief. "To be surrounded by people who understand what it means to be different, who see abilities as gifts rather than threats—it is difficult to describe how liberating that feeling is."
They continued training together for another hour, with Marcus gradually increasing the intensity of his exercises as his healing factor adapted to the systematic stress. By the time other students began filtering into the gymnasium for their own morning routines, Marcus had pushed his enhanced physiology integration from 3.1% to nearly 4%, while his healing factor had reached 6.8% through the controlled micro-trauma of progressive weight training.
**[TRAINING SESSION: COMPLETE]**
**[ENHANCED PHYSIOLOGY: 3.9% INTEGRATION]**
**[HEALING FACTOR: 6.8% INTEGRATION]**
**[SOCIAL INTEGRATION: POSITIVE - TRAINING PARTNERSHIP ESTABLISHED]**
**[RECOMMENDATION: MAINTAIN REGULAR TRAINING SCHEDULE WITH PIOTR RASPUTIN]**
"Thank you for sharing your training routine," Marcus said as they concluded their session with cooldown exercises designed to optimize recovery. "I learned more about systematic ability development in the last hour than I expected to figure out in a week."
"The pleasure was entirely mine," Piotr replied with genuine warmth. "It is rare to find someone who appreciates the intellectual aspects of physical training. Most people see only the lifting of heavy objects, not the systematic optimization of biological enhancement."
"Same time tomorrow?" Marcus asked, already looking forward to continuing his development alongside someone who combined superhuman capabilities with genuine thoughtfulness about how to use them responsibly.
"Absolutely," Piotr agreed. "Though tomorrow I will show you the advanced combat training facilities. If you are developing enhanced physical capabilities, you will eventually need to learn how to apply them effectively in confrontational situations."
*Combat training with someone who can become invulnerable steel,* Marcus thought with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. *That should accelerate integration significantly.*
As they parted ways to prepare for the academic portion of their daily schedules, Marcus reflected on how much his situation had improved since arriving at Xavier's school. Yesterday he'd been a cosmic refugee with stolen abilities and no clear plan for development. Today he had access to advanced training facilities, knowledgeable mentors, and training partners who shared his commitment to responsible power development.
It was, he realized, exactly what CJ Smith had dreamed about during those long nights spent reading X-Men comics and imagining what it would be like to be part of a community that valued both individual growth and collective protection.
*Now I just have to make sure I'm strong enough to protect this community when the threats I know are coming finally arrive,* Marcus thought as he headed toward his first official day of classes at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
*Starting with making sure Piotr's sister gets here safely before anyone else decides that a young teleporter would make a valuable weapon.*
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*As Marcus headed toward his advanced placement courses, his enhanced intellect was already working on strategic plans for protecting the Rasputin family from the kind of government interference that had nearly claimed him and Marie.*
*Some cosmic responsibilities, he was discovering, extended far beyond personal power development.*
*They required protecting the people who would become family, whether they knew it or not.*
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