"Is this real?"
Carol Danvers dumbly stared at the interviewers in front of her, seated along a long table, ten men and three women. All of them had white lab coats on, glasses on their eyes, and old, graying hair. They were all proud Dinosians.
She stood there in her US Air Force uniform, not the regular kind but the official kind, suit jacket, long skirt, and a cap on her head. She didn't know why; she had been transferred from Camp Lehigh and sent to Dinosia on an assignment. Right now, she was under the command of Dinosian defense forces, which consisted of a handful of extremely powerful individuals.
"I… I don't understand."
She stood there stiffly and listened to the interviewers as they explained why she was selected for this job.
"Ms. Danvers," said William French Anderson, the father of Gene Therapy, an old man. "We at Dinosia believe that humanity has not yet evolved to its final form. By consulting beings such as Lady Hela and the First Man, we learned that humanity has undergone repeated experimentation by extra-dimensional entities known as the Celestials.
"To be clear, this is separate from the case of Mutants. Though they are also linked to Celestial influence, they aren't the subject here. I'm talking about regular people.
"Why do you think Captain Rogers was the first successful Super Soldier? It wasn't just the serum. Rogers himself had something uncommon in his biology. There are many individuals who aren't mutants, yet show signs of unusual abilities or the potential to develop them.
"By First Man's order, Dinosia will accept not only the 'nerds' and mutants, but also humans who show latent potential. Your blood analysis indicates that your physiology can absorb higher levels of cosmic energy. In simple terms, Ms. Danvers, we are offering you the chance to gain abilities that could be used for the good of the world."
Carol frowned. "No, in simple terms, you want to experiment on me."
"It is no longer an experiment if the outcome is already known, Ms. Danvers. We have reviewed your file. You show potential, but you lack trust in others, discipline, and awareness of those more capable than yourself. In Dinosia, such traits aren't acceptable. We don't value pride or arrogance. We value science.
"You have three days to consider this. If you can set aside your arrogance and show a willingness to learn and improve, we will proceed."
Carol watched as they all got up and left the room. She didn't even get to speak back to them or tell them how arrogant they were being themselves.
"I don't need this."
She huffed and left the room as well, walking out of the Dinosian National University. But as she left, she saw something weird. A woman, beautiful beyond words, one of the Angels she knew, landed on the ground. In her arms was a man. The two kissed, and then the man walked into the building.
She read the name tag on the man's chest pocket, a professor of nuclear physics. There was a ring on his finger, the wedding ring.
On her way back to her hotel, she saw many more absurd things. Not just Angels but mutants walking on the streets. People who would never get together outside Dinosia. A mutant man with three eyes walked with an Angel, holding hands. A mutant woman with red skin and a long demonic tail walked with a normal man, rings on their fingers.
And then she saw Helvar flying in the sky with his wife. She couldn't help but feel small and stare at her own hands.
She had ambitions. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to prove herself. But it was hard to accept that others saw her as unfriendly and cocky. Was she like that?
That night, she remained in her hotel room and slept. Well, not really sleep, because she spent the entire night turning and twisting, thinking about what to do. She only had three days to decide.
In the end, she started imagining herself as Captain America. That man was a hero, now growing old but still powerful. Ex-President, and still donning the Captain America uniform. She imagined earning that much name and fame.
By morning, she knew what she wanted. If she wanted to prove herself, she needed to broaden her horizons and achieve bigger things. And she would do it by proving she wasn't unfriendly and uncooperative.
She took a bath and returned to DNU and met with the team that interviewed her. She signed all the paperwork, and before long, she found herself in front of a massive cannon with a strange blue cube fixed in the middle of it.
Her hands and feet were tied to a big table made of vibranium. She was naked, all clothes stripped away so she could absorb the energy. The canon was placed right on top of her, attached to the ceiling. Its muzzle hole was so big that all she saw was darkness, like a massive tunnel ready to engulf her.
And at the end of that tunnel was a blue light.
"10… 9…"
She listened to the countdown and closed her eyes. Yes, there was doubt, there was a question. Was this real? Would she die?
But she put her faith in the First Man's vision of Dinosia.
"3… 2… 1!"
She felt warm.
"Aaaaaargh!"
And then the pain came.
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Emma Frost took a deep breath and looked up at the massive engraving on the building. It was Dinosia Universe Bank. Yes, it said Universe, because the bank worked closely with Dino Corp.
She gulped, on the verge of taking her next major step. Quickly, she looked down at herself, ensuring she was proper. Her style was all-white; she liked it. Though many say it's too revealing, she begged to differ.
She wore leather, skin-tight white pants that drew her curves out, all the hard work she put into keeping herself fit. Her high-heeled boots accented her hips. Her white top was an off-the-shoulder bodice that tightly clung to her bust, squeezing it into a more perfect shape. Her collarbone, a hint of cleavage, and her entire midriff were bare, perfect to lure in hungry eyes.
She had sleeves that started at her upper arms and white gloves that covered just enough to make her look tempting but mysterious. Behind her, a white cape fluttered down from the edges of her bodice.
She hummed, wondering if it really was too revealing. But she liked it. It showed her best parts, her skin, her toned belly. Her blond hair was done silky, and fell in smooth waves over her shoulders.
"Why should I care?" She scoffed and continued on her way. She had started wearing such clothes to impress First Man, never realising when it became a habit. Too bad, the First Man was hard to find and meet.
She arrived inside the building and followed one of the helping staff to the designated office. She was relaxed, having heard good things.
"Ms. Frost, mutant, telekinesis…" the Bank's officer lazily mumbled, a nerd forced to do his job for three years. "Requesting a loan of three hundred million dollars to establish MetalFrost Industries with Mutant codename Magneto. Status granted, interest rate is set for zero point one percent for a duration of fifteen years. If the terms are acceptable, sign here."
"..."
Emma silently stared at the loan officer. Wasn't this a bit too fast? She expected to be questioned. Maybe ask for her business plan. Perhaps ask for a market study. What she was trying to do with Magneto wasn't simple, and construction was a cut-throat industry.
Hell, she'd put on her lipstick and done her hair well to look bright and beautiful for this meeting. But the loan officer wasn't even looking up at her.
"Is… is that it?"
"More? Very well, I'm allowed to add fifty million to the loan amount. That's the limit. The interest remains the same."
"No, I meant. Is getting such a big loan this easy in Dinosia?"
"No. Every Dinosian citizen is silently evaluated and assigned an entrepreneurial score. Those with low scores don't get loans, not this large. Your score was amongst the highest, and hence you are getting this. Do you want it?"
"I do! Of course, I do." Emma rushed forward and signed the papers.
"There's also a five-year tax subsidy if you keep the headquarters in Dinosia," the loan officer added.
"I never had the intention to place it elsewhere," Emma replied sternly. "The land where the First Man lives is the only place that will have my loyalty. Thank you for this expedited loan."
Emma collected the documents and left the bank. It only took her thirty minutes. She even had the receipt showing the money transferred to the newly established company's account.
"Shall we begin?"
Emma looked at the man with grey hair and smiled. "You knew it would pass this easily, Mr. Eisenhardt?"
"Of course, I knew. You carry the First Man's favor, and you're a bright woman without a doubt."
"First Man's favor? I don't think—"
"You do. Every mutant carries it. And you are one of those few he personally saved. Just as I was years ago. Come, we have much to do."
Emma walked faster on her heels to keep pace with Magneto. "Thank you for working with me, Mr—"
"Magneto, or Max. We're business partners now, Emma. That is as close to family as possible in such times."
Emma hated many things and people. She had a rather strong personality. But Magneto wasn't one of those people. The man had guided her after her arrival in Dinosia.
"Then, Max. Where should we place our first factory? I'm in talks with China and Brazil."
"Australia. They have the most ore, and the closer we are to it, the faster we can feed our industries."
She held back from trying to read Magneto's mind. She tried to hold back most of the time now. She just agreed, as her business partner clearly knew what they were doing.
"Then I'll begin working on the distribution channels."
"That is your side of the work. Hah, I'll be a factory worker at this age." Magneto laughed heartily. "A one-man factory. But I suppose that's the least we can do after all the gifts His Holiness has given us."
She chuckled.
At least she knew their goal was noble. They hoped to make money and build global mutant protection and employment opportunities since not all could be brought to Dinosia.
"Are you religious, Max?"
"No, I'm a believer."
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