He had just finished planting the flowers and stood up to stretch, all the dirt, grime, and all the... Undesirable and things that will not be mentioned on his body were soon absorbed leaving him spotless. He had replaced his simple t-shirt and jeans with a nice white button-up and black dress pants. They were a slim fit that hugged his body and showed off his toned muscles nicely. He may have also added a couple of inches to his height, now standing at a good 5'6 to her 5'9. 4 inches wasn't that much of an improvement right?

He soon found Ororo trimming some bushes a short distance away, humming some song he didn't recognize, a small rain cloud to her right slowly floating around and watering the plants. Andrew almost wanted to simply stand there and listen to her soft melody forever, but sadly she soon took notice of him.

"Why hello there, Andrew. Are you already done with the daffodils?"

So that's what those yellow ones were! He thought they were marigolds or something. Mostly because those were the only yellow flowers whose names he knew of... At least he thought they were yellow, with a name like Mari-Golds. He could be wrong though. He shook his head to clear out the nonsensical and rather distracting thoughts.

With his brimming confidence, thanks to the successful "date" and no small part due to his increase height he gave a large smile and a thumbs up at the question.

"Yup! I already got rid of all the weeds and watered them too." Roots and all, he didn't want to see another damn weed in his life if he could help it. Fortunately, it only took him 15 minutes before he realized he could just Consume the God awful things. Turning into a black puddle of tar-like sludge may not look like the prettiest addition to a garden but damned if it didn't save time.

"Thank you, dear. You were a great help today and I really appreciate it."

"No problem, I'm always up for helping out, and... I really like spending time with you." He gave a bashful laugh as he scratched the back of his head, his right foot tracing a small circle in the dirt. This was it. Do or die. With a deep breath, he looked her in the eyes as he asked his question. "Actually, Ororo, I was wondering something."

"And what is that?"

"I like you, will you go out with me?"

Welp, shit. Getting rejected hurts. A lot.

Honestly, he should have been used to it by now, plenty of girls rejected or made fun of him back on his Earth, but none could compare to this occurrence.

Maybe it was because he actually cared this time? This wasn't some stupid dare or spur of the moment thing, this wasn't him testing the water and trying his luck for prom, nor because of plain lust.

He cared a lot, deeply invested as he was, and that was why the denial of what he longed for stung all the more. Andrew was a fool to believe he was numb to such things since he went about his old life treating everything as a joke. This wasn't something he could just laugh off and act as if nothing happened. Things were a bit awkward between them now and he felt stupid for being the cause of it.

Really, what the hell was he thinking? She thought of him as a 14-year-old brat, while she was already a woman in her 20s. Of course, she would reject him. Heck, it'd probably be a crime if she said yes. Mature or not Charles would hardly accept a kid being in a relationship with an adult, hell if he heard about a pedophile in a school he wouldn't hesitate to kick their ass even back when he was shy and timid.

Logic didn't help soothe the pain any less though, and he felt bitter regardless.

This was why when Professor Xavier announced that his pet project Cerebro had just been recently finished with the help of Jean and Storm and they were taking a trip to the woods of Canada, he was all but too happy to comply and throw himself into the search for Wolverine.

"I thought Canda was supposed to be peaceful damn it, what the fuck?!"

The X-men had split apart to cover more ground. While Jean and Storm searched comfortable from the sky, he was left all by himself trudging on foot. Scott had stayed with the professor on the Blackbird which replaced their old private jet when a certain dumbass crashed it on a test drive.

It was him, he was the dumbass.

It wasn't his fault though! How else was he supposed to react when a bird suddenly splattered its innards on the windshield?! So he panicked, bite him, anyone else would've too.

Still, that was neither here nor there. He was deep in the wilderness of Canda in bum fuck nowhere. Andrew had sent out a small horde of Rat Minions to aid in the search, but the only thing he has been running into were wild animals. Very very aggressive wild animals.

Whoever said "if you don't bother them, they won't bother you" or that "animals were more scared of you than you were of them" was full of shit or was probably turned into shit by now after getting eaten. Probably by bears.

Like the really big and angry one currently trying to maul him.

Its funny how life turns out sometimes, ya know? He used to volunteer at animal shelters, he loved all things fluffy and sometimes with scales, yet here he was angry, bitter, and absolutely done with how nature was trying to fuck with him. See a wolf, eat a wolf, see a bear, eat the bear. That was his new motto concerning wildlife that didn't know when to fuck off from now on.

Short, simple, and to the point. As a nice bonus point, he didn't have to feel guilty since it was self-defense and he got to add a nice selection of DNA and forms to his arsenal. He took a moment to scan through the creature's memories to check that, nope, it, in fact, did not encounter any man running around in gaudy yellow spandex.

No matter.

His jacket rippled for a moment before a few dozen white wolves emerged from out of the back, disappearing within the woods as soon as they were "born" and searching out for any human presence. Part of him secretly wished that he would be the first to find Logan and that the man would pick a fight. Nothing like a good scrape to work out your pent up feelings after all.

Welp, surprise surprise! He did, in fact, manage to locate the man first and being suddenly surrounded by more than two dozen wolves and counting had a way of making people hostile with a punch first ask questions later attitude.

"These mutts yours, bud?"

"Yuppp. Let's have a little chat, my friends and I have something important to discuss with you."

The signature Snik and the popping of 6 gleaming and incredibly sharp Adamantine claws were all the answers he needed as he saw Logan prepare for battle. It was pretty damn cool and he internally almost had a major geek out as one of the most badass, in his opinion, Superhero looked just so friggin cool doing that pose. It was too bad he was also feeling too shitty to currently give a fuck, but he made a mental note to ask for an autograph later. For now, he had an angry 5'3 and 300-pound Canadian wild man with super cellular regeneration and indestructible bones looking to kick his ass.

Oh, nooo, whatever shall Andrew do~?

With an animalistic roar of his own, Wolverine charged at the pack of wolves and cut a bloody path through them even as Andrew recalled all of his other wolves and numerous animal forms scattered through the woods. Every time a wolf managed to bite him, its tooth shattered against the Adamantine skeleton of the short man, and as soon as its jaws released him the wound quickly sealed shut.

The mutant was an incredible neigh unstoppable berserker as he made mincemeat of Andrew's minions and inched ever closer to his position regardless of the suicidal tactics of the wolves literally throwing their bodies to slow down the man. Not that it matters since there were far more where they came from, still the skill the older man used to dismember the pack was a sight to behold.

Sadly, it wasn't enough, because Wolverine wasn't the only one with bullshit regeneration and Andrew was not above being petty or being "unfair" at the moment.

Every single wolf was cut down soon got up as soon as the blades left them, the wounds sealing shut with a slight hiss and closing behind the claws even as it bisected them. He'll just pull the good old "Human Wave" tactics, well more like rabid superpowered wolve wave in this case, but whatever.

Let's see who's got the more bullshit regeneration and stamina, asshole. I can do this all week.

His "fun" was cut short however as fifteen minutes in motherfucking Sabretooth of all people jumped out from the tree lines and tackled Logan.

Andrew was dumbfounded by how utterly random the attack was, but he didn't have long to process it as someone shot him in the fucking face. A sniper judging from how he couldn't sense them at all, and judging by the force of the impact that was able to actually knock him over when he weighed more than a couple of cars it was some pretty ridiculously high caliber or hi-tech one. Even a cannon wouldn't have managed to dent his face if he didn't let it when he was this dense, much less actually blow a hole straight through his head. Talk about being a scatter brain, Andrew couldn't believe he was so absorbed into the fight that he didn't maintain a proper perimeter.

Shit, he didn't even inform the others about his location because he wanted to pick a damn fight over something stupid!

As the boy got back up to his feet he could now hear the distant sound of helicopters closing in.

A mental command had some of his rodent clones checking out the area and what he saw made his eyes go wide. Dozens upon dozens of agents wielding machine guns and wearing special Black Ops armored outfits were rushing towards their location. He bit back a curse as he focused his mind to send a shout out to the Professor, he was going to need some help or a backup plan.

So much for keeping his powers a secret, his first real mission and he ended up picking a fight with their potential recruit and ended up running into the people behind Weapon X or Hydra or some shit. Deciding to end it fast so that Jean and Ororo wouldn't get hurt he gave a command to his minions to really cut loose.

Swarms upon swarms of rats raced towards the enemy like a black tidal wave while the occasional wolf raced along from the flank. Their screams were drowned out by the sound of gunfire, bullet casings rained on the ground while the gun muzzle had a constant stream of fire. Aim didn't matter when the opponent was so numerous, every shot ended up killing 3 or 4 of the rodents, yet for every one that fell, it seemed as if 5 more took their place. They didn't know that the one they "killed" would simply spit out the bullet and get up again within seconds, after all, they couldn't even see the ground from beneath the moving mass of claws and teeth.

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't contemplating killing them. These people were part of a group that did inhumane experimentation and were the cause of untold pain and misery, plus with any luck, he could uncover where their bases were. Storming their location by himself would be beyond idiotic but maybe he could tip off S.H.I.E.L.D somehow..? Surely Professor X would know how to contact them since the Blackbird was their tech.

It would be so... Easy, to just make them disappear within his swarm, chewing them up, ripping them to small pieces and Consuming them, before adding their Biomass to the collective. It would take some time before the others would arrive. Jean didn't have telepathy yet for some reason, and Charles would have no reason to suspect him.

It was all up to him, and nobody would ever know if he went through with it. There would be absolutely no trace, and besides Sabretooth and Wolverine who were too occupied with each other to pay him any heed nobody here could stop him, and that scared him.

The sheer ease he could kill someone and get away with none the wiser to his deeds besides himself and God. The fact that he even considered it shook him. Even if chances were that the world would be a better off place if these types of people... Disappeared.

No, he wasn't a monster nor was he a sociopath like the Original Prototype in the games. He couldn't function off just cold logic. He was human. He took a moment to remind himself of that before deciding just knock them all out, none of them even managed a glimpse of his face as his "main" body was currently helping Logan against the blonde asshole who brought the soldiers here.

Instead of weak normal men who were "only doing their jobs" like the soldiers, he didn't feel so bad beating the shit out of Sabretooth. The man could take as much as he dished out, and Andrew had quite a few ideas he wanted to test out. He spent a lot of time thinking up plans and encounter scenarios for all the popular heroes and villains he knew of, from street level threats such as Spiderman to country busters such as the Hulk. Even world-destroying beings such as Dark Phoenix and Galactus. Not that he had any legitimate methods to actually stop the latter. He only prayed that an extra scoop of ice cream at dinner was enough to stop Jean if she ever goes psycho. Similar to Batman's infamous contingency plans, the staple of any comic book nerd's fantasy.

His fellow X-men were obviously no exceptions and while this was originally meant for Wolverine the two men's powerset was similar enough.

The only thing left was to test his theories in actual combat and lo and behold he had just the perfect volunteer!

"How you doing there, runt? You know, holes in your lungs and being hunted like the wild animal you are aside. I must say, I've been waiting for this moment for far too long."

A cocky grin was on his face as he held Wolverine up in the air by his crushed throat, the other hand dug deep into his side.

"Then you can wait some more." Logan spat a wad of blood into the blonde man's eyes before crashing a vicious elbow into the man's face, breaking his nose and sending scores of teeth flying out, followed by kicking the man with both his legs in the stomach and sending them both flying in opposite directions.

They both got up within moments but even by then Andrew could see their wounds visibly healing and even the fist-sized hole in Logan was soon nothing but a memory. The young X-man gave a whistle in appreciation at the sight. Damn, those healing factors are no joke.

"So, um... Do you need a hand?"

"Shut up and stay where you are, Brat. Once I'm done with this idiot we're continuing where we left off, I ain't done with you yet." Damn, he sounded mad. Or maybe it was from his still-healing trachea? Maybe venting out his frustrations onto a trainer killer with knives growing out of his fist and a short temper wasn't the best idea in the world... Andrew decided to do the smart thing for once and backed off a couple of meters before pulling out his phone and recording the epic showdown. If only he had some popcorn...

Wait a second... Can't I just make my own..?

Popcorn was fully organic and if he can take DNA from animals then why not plants, right? He ignored the fact about how he'd technically be eating himself since he could just remove traces of the Blacklight Virus from it. He made a mental note to test out his ideas later as he settled down onto a nice large boulder some ways off, the clearing they were in gave him a great view of the entire place.

"Andrew? Can you hear me, Andrew?"

A sudden voice literally in his head took his attention. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the tingling sensation the mental connection made. It was like there was an itch in his brain. Scratching it didn't help either. Mostly because he'd end up damaging something and spazzing on the ground afterward for a bit.

"Heya Professor, what's up?"

"Storm and Jean are on their way now, how are you holding up on your end, dear boy?"

"Oh! Well, I'm doing fine and dandy at the moment, the problem has been... Um.. Contained..? Anyways, you can tell the girls to take their time. Seriously, take as looong as you need."

"... Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

He really didn't want to have anything interrupt this fight scene! Man, he sure was glad he got the newest phone from Stark Industries. Say what you will about their questionable business ethics, their profiteering from people's death via weapons, and Tony's arrogance causing all sorts of bullshit like the Civil War, the Thor Clone Andrew vaguely remember hearing of back in his old world, or Ultron in MCU.

Dude was friggin smart and the phones he sells had more data storage and processing than Andrew's computer back in his old world.

Professional level home movies anybody?

"What's the matter, old man? Getting tired?"

Oh boy, more banter! Although Logan calling anyone old was pretty strange considering depending on which universe he was in they were both around 180+ years old if he recalled. Sadly all the witty banter in the world wasn't worth jack when you get your ass kicked right after saying them.

Sabretooth was basically Logan without the Adamantine enhancement and a slower healing factor, except his physical abilities, were bumped up to an 11 apparently. The dude deadass just uprooted a damn tree and used it like a fucking baseball bat to wack Logan.

"You doing alright there, pal? You sure you don't want some help?"

He retracted two of the claws on his left hand, and Andrew was never more giddy about being flipped off in his life. Damned if that wasn't cool. It was too bad that the small distraction costed Wolverine as Sabretooth gave up on defense in order to get in close and person with the shorter man.

He paid for it with a ruptured stomach and 6 holes in his abdomen, but he managed to accomplish his goal and got his arms around Logan. The larger man used his monstrous strength and began to squeeze, attempting to crush his opponent. The helicopters had arrived at their position and a few men quickly climbed down from a rope ladder. They were obviously well trained as in under a minute they were in rank and file. Each of the soldiers surrounded the two savage warriors and he could see their gun was decided unique, black and green with a crapton of glass cylinders surrounding a central barrel.

Honestly, it looked like a DIY cosplay prop or a Nerf gun to him. The idea of secret government agencies and evil lairs being so poor they have to make do with Nerf weaponry was incredibly hilarious to him, so much so that he almost fucked up by laughing and revealing his, not so hidden, secret location. How they haven't noticed a random kid like 30 feet away recording everything was beyond him but he chalked up to tunnel vision. It wouldn't do to take your eyes off the legendary killer who could turn you into pork chops within seconds, after all.

Or maybe they just simply didn't care and was going to "take care" of him later?

Once they brought out a small case though his good humor quickly died from the multiple dart projectiles he could see. Tranquilizer darts. Deciding enough was enough he decided to step in, he had already reabsorbed all of the wild animals he had created, but it was child's play to make more.

The soles of his feet stealthily grew into a thin tube, snaking its way into the distance to avoid detection before suddenly growing into a large black blob. It wiggled and shook like Jello for a moment before turning into a large black grizzly. The giant beast shook its head before "stumbling" upon the troops by coincidence attracted by all the noises. It decided it didn't like all the troops pointing their guns at it and attacked.

It made short work of them, completely ignoring all the tranquilizer pumped into it that was enough to lay two elephants flat on their asses. Partly because its body could quickly break it down, but mostly because the liquid was instantly isolated inside its body the moment the foreign substance entered. That shit was made to take down or suppress Wolverine after all and hell if Andrew was going to see how well he could handle the stuff in the middle of a fight. It took quite the amount of concentration to safely gather it all together and eject it to make sure it wouldn't be absorbed into his system, but he was prepared in advance before rushing into the squad.

After making short work of the agents he turned his attention to Sabretooth who was doing his best to turn Wolverine into a meaty paste.

Considering his physical prowess, a normal human would've probably been ripped in half or have their innards spewing out of their mouth by now. A second minion in the form of a large muscular rat sneaked up on the man and pounced.

Fun fact, having a bigass rat suddenly jump on your face and using it as a scratchboard was jarring, to say the least. Superfast healing or not, getting an eye gouged out was never fun and tough as he was Sabretooth was not completely immune to pain.

"Rargh, sonova-" He managed to grab a hold of it and with a slight flex of his fingers the rodent exploded into tiny bloody chunks, too bad it didn't do anything for the large 600 pounds of dense muscle, testosterone, and pure rage that slammed into him with a force that would even put Isekai Trucks to shame. Especially considering it wasn't a one-time thing and the doped up bear kept wailing away at him, paying particular care and focusing on the face.

While he still considered consuming people cannibalism and morally wrong he was tempted to "infect" the other man. Not to give him the actual Blacklight and its powers, but to break away at his cells like acid or poison. He was the Virus itself so he could always remove himself from the other man's system or have the fragments self destruct... In theory anyway.

Well, it wasn't more than a passing thought. The idea of Sabretooth somehow building an antibody for him or gaining some weird bullshit power up or even worst, a copy of his own power like James Heller got from Alex was a nightmare he didn't want to tempt. The last thing he wanted was to make an Anti-Blacklight like Anti-Venom, he was so not going to be the cause of his own archnemesis rising.

He was pretty sure it was scientifically impossible, but he was also sure magic wasn't real and a single gene couldn't produce all these bullshit powers either so he wasn't going to try it. He'd just have to be content with ripping Sabretooth a new one the old fashioned way.

Andddd his bear just got ripped in half... What the fuck? He was pretty sure the damn thing could walk through machine-gun fire without care even if he kept it basic and structurally similar to a real bear. Just like how he was an "enhanced" human at peak physical capacity, the bear should've been like a "Super Bear!" or something, damn it, so what gives!

Oh, oh god, so that's what a bear's innard looks like, and... Yup, that was a spleen plopping next to his foot.

Thankfully right as Sabretooth directed his eyes towards Andrew, Wolverine recovered enough to get back in the fight and blindsided the man.

"Creed!" A snarl left both of them, but Victor Creed took a moment of pause, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. Whatever he sniffed made him frown dangerous in annoyance.

"This isn't over, I'll be back, I'll always be back."

"As if I'll just let you go-"

"As if you have a choice."

His claws sliced through the ground and flung dirt into Logan's eyes, taking the distraction he raced towards the helicopter and jumped onto the ladder, it took off and was nothing more than a dot in the distance within moments.

"Damn it!"

Right as the frustrated man turned his gaze towards Andrew, most likely looking to vent some frustrations of his own as the young X-men did earlier, Scott arrived with the team aboard the Blackbird. While the shapeshifting boy was quite confident of holding his own and even outright winning against Wolverine in a fight thanks to the power match up he still gave an internal sigh of relief.

After all, some people you just don't mess with as he was beginning to learn. Especially if they were your future teacher.

Especially if they were called Wolverine. It turns out Andrew wasn't the only one who could be petty or vindictive as he would soon learn from harsh training sessions in the near future.