In the MCU with the Omnitrix/Ultimatrix

Morning finds me in the training facility, staring at the Ultimatrix with a mix of anticipation and concern. Emma leans against the wall, her mental presence steady and supportive.

"You don't have to test them all today," she notes, watching me scroll through the new transformation list.

"I know," I reply, pausing at Jetray's hologram. "But we need to know what we're working with. Especially after..." I trail off, but she catches my meaning. Ghostfreak has been plaguing my nightmares quite a bit these days.

"Start with something simple then," she suggests. "Maybe not the reality-warping one just yet."

I can't help but smile at her dry tone. "What, you don't want to see if I accidentally turn the tower into cheese?"

"Jetray seems safe enough," I decide, deliberately scrolling past the Celestialsapien form without a second glance. The Ultimatrix responds to my selection, its interface glowing with familiar energy.

The transformation feels different from my previous ones - smoother somehow, like the device has refined its process. Red skin, wings, and natural flight capability replace my human form.

'Well,' Emma's mental voice carries amusement as I hover near the ceiling, 'at least this one doesn't threaten universal collapse.'

'Or try to steal my consciousness,' I add, testing the maneuverability. The form responds intuitively, each movement precise and natural. 'Though I'm starting to miss Spidermonkey's tail.'

The facility's sensors track my flight patterns while Emma monitors my mental state. No signs of foreign consciousness, no reality-warping potential - just pure aerial agility.

"The others will want to see the new roster," she notes as I land, transforming back.

"Yeah, well, they can see most of them," I reply, my hand hovering over the Ultimatrix. "But Alien X stays locked away in the back of the playlist where it belongs."

Stark enters the facility, his timing as impeccable as ever. "Testing the new roster? Please tell me you're not starting with the reality-warping one."

"Not happening," I reply, scrolling through the holographic interface, having returned human again. "Ever, if I can help it. But Jetray seems solid. Want to see what Diamondhead can do?"

Emma's mental presence carries amusement at Tony's obvious scientific curiosity. Some things never change, even after facing the King of Ectonurites.

The crystalline form of Diamondhead emerges, my body shifting into living crystal.

"Fascinating," Stark mutters, his scanners whirring. "The molecular structure is-"

A slow clap interrupts him. We turn to find Loki leaning against the doorway, that particular smirk on his face. "Very impressive. Though I notice you're still avoiding the more... interesting transformation."

"If by interesting you mean potentially reality-breaking, then yes," I reply, shifting my arm into a crystalline blade. "Some powers aren't worth the risk."

"The boy speaks wisdom," Thor's voice booms as he enters, making us all jump slightly. "Though perhaps a demonstration of your Asgardian form might prove entertaining?"

Emma's mental presence carries curiosity. We haven't tried that one yet - the DNA the Ultimatrix copied from Thor himself.

I select the new Asgardian form, feeling the transformation reshape me.

My height increases dramatically, body filling out with Asgardian strength. Even my white hair lengthens slightly, a short beard of the same color framing a more mature version of my face. The red eyes remain, but they carry great power now.

Through our link, I feel Emma's mental presence stutter slightly before she catches herself. Her usual composed expression remains, but I catch the slight widening of her eyes.

"Fascinating," Thor approaches, studying my transformed state. "The strength I sense... it's not quite at my level."

"Age," Loki notes, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Asgardians grow stronger through the centuries. Yet..." he pauses, magical senses detecting something more, "the potential in this form... it exceeds anything I've seen. Even Father."

"The Ultimatrix," I explain, my voice deeper in this form, "transforms you into the peak version of that species." I catch Emma deliberately avoiding looking directly at me, though her mental presence carries... interesting undertones.

"A young Asgardian with the potential to surpass even Odin himself," Loki finishes, his voice carrying that particular tone he gets when discovering something truly interesting. "Though currently limited by your relative youth - even in this more mature form."

"Try channeling power," Thor suggests, watching, "See what manifests naturally."

I close my eyes, feeling the energy flow through this form. The white energy flickers around my arms, but nothing else happens. No lightning like Thor, no obvious manifestation of power.

"That's... unexpected," Thor frowns, clearly confused by the lack of visible effect.

"Perhaps," Loki observes with that particular gleam in his eyes, "we're approaching this wrong. An Asgardian form with such potential, yet no unique ability? I refuse to believe that."

"What do you suggest?" I ask, still feeling the strange energy coursing through this mature form.

"Combat," Loki states simply. "Thor, if you would?"

Thor raises Mjolnir, sending a controlled blast of lightning toward me. Before I can react, the white energy around me pulses - and suddenly the lightning rebounds, twice as powerful, sending Thor stumbling back.

"Well," Loki's smile carries genuine delight, "that's certainly unique. Force reflection, amplified no less."

Emma's mental presence carries both relief and fascination. 'No wonder nothing happened before - the power needs something to reflect.'

"Let's see what else you can reflect," Loki grins, summoning his magic. Green energy surges forward in various forms - force blasts, binding spells, even concentrated magical bolts.

Each attack rebounds with doubled intensity, the white energy around my Asgardian form pulsing with each reflection. Only Loki's illusions pass through unaffected, multiplying around me without triggering any response.

"Fascinating," he observes, dodging his own reflected magic. "Pure force, energy, even magical attacks - but not deceptions or illusions. A power that reflects and amplifies reality itself, but ignores falsehoods."

"Try something else," Emma suggests, her mental presence analyzing each reflection. "Something not magical maybe?"

Stark's repulsors fire up. "Way ahead of you." The blast hits my chest - or tries to. The white energy flares, and suddenly Tony's flying backward from his own amplified attack.

"Okay," he groans, picking himself up. "Note to self: don't shoot at the force-doubling Asgardian."

"The reflection seems instantaneous," Emma notes, her analytical mind working despite her continued effort not to stare at my mature Asgardian form. "No delay between attack and counter."

Thor throws Mjolnir - not at full strength, but with enough force to test the ability. The hammer hits the white energy field and immediately rebounds with doubled momentum, nearly taking Thor off his feet as he catches it.

"By the Norns," he laughs, genuinely delighted. "A perfect counter to any direct assault!"

"Try something more complex," Loki suggests, conjuring a sphere of pure magical energy. "Let's see how it handles combined attacks."

The sphere splits into multiple forms of magic - force, elemental, and mystical energy all woven together.

As it strikes my energy field, the white light pulses brighter than before. The reflected blast sends Loki diving for cover, his eyes wide with genuine surprise.

"Well," he picks himself up, dusting off his armor, "that was... enlightening. Combined attacks don't just double - they seem to multiply each component separately."

"Meaning?" Stark asks, his scanners struggling to process the interaction.

"Meaning," Thor grins, "our young friend here becomes more dangerous the more power you throw at him."

The white energy surrounding my Asgardian form suddenly dissipates, the transformation following immediately after. I stumble, caught off guard by the sudden exhaustion hitting me.

"That's new," I manage between breaths. "Transformations don't usually drain me like this."

The Ultimatrix pulses, its voice carrying new information: "User soul energy depleted beyond safe threshold. The Ultimatrix draws power directly from user's soul for transformations. Asgardian form's reflection ability requires additional soul energy with each use."

Thor and Loki exchange startled looks. "Soul energy?" Thor's voice carries genuine surprise. "The device draws from your very essence?"

"Compatibility with form currently low," the Ultimatrix continues. "Soul drain will decrease as user masters form and strengthens soul through Anodite heritage development."

The mention of Anodite heritage makes me pause, remembering the crimson energy I channeled during Ghostfreak's final attack. Emma's mental presence carries sudden understanding.

"Like when you fought off Ghostfreak," she notes. "You used that same power from within the transformation. Right? I'm not as familiar with it, since I wasn't there that day, unlike you all."

"Right," I nod, "The Anodite power... it came naturally in that moment. Like instinct."

"Which explains the exhaustion now," Loki observes thoughtfully. 

Thor helps me to a nearby bench, his expression carrying new understanding. "To channel power from one's very soul... no wonder the reflection ability is so potent."

"User must develop Anodite heritage to maintain longer transformations," the Ultimatrix states. "Current soul energy capacity insufficient for extended use of higher-tier forms."

"Higher-tier?" Emma's mental presence carries concern mixed with curiosity.

"Forms requiring significant power draw," the AI explains. "Asgardian transformation currently classified as high-tier due to reflection ability's soul energy consumption."

"Designation required for Asgardian transformation," the Ultimatrix suddenly announces as we're still taking everything in. "Please select nomenclature."

"Oh, this should be good," Stark grins. "How about 'Thunder Junior'?"

"No," I reply flatly, still recovering on the bench.

"Godling?" Loki suggests with his trademark smirk.

"Definitely not."

Thor brightens. "Perhaps 'Storm-"

"If you say Storm Lord, I'm never using this form again."

Emma's mental presence carries amusement at my growing exasperation. Then, out loud: "What about 'Aegis'?"

I pause, considering. "Aegis?"

"The shield that reflects all attacks," she explains. "Simple, classical, heroic without being overdramatic."

The Ultimatrix pulses: "Designation 'Aegis' accepted for Asgardian transformation."

"See?" Emma's mental voice carries satisfaction. "Sometimes simpler is better."

"At least that's settled," I say, starting to feel my energy return. "Though we should probably work on-"

The facility's door slides open, interrupting my thought. Wilson Fisk enters first, his massive frame filling the doorway. He surveys the training area, taking in the aftermath of our power testing.

"I see you're exploring the new transformations," he notes, his voice carrying that particular blend of paternal interest and calculated assessment.

Behind him, a redheaded woman enters with casual grace that speaks of years of training. My heart skips a beat as I recognize her from my previous life's knowledge: Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow.

"Director Fury and I have been... discussing recent events," Fisk continues smoothly. "Miss Romanoff brings an interesting perspective on your growing influence."

Emma's mental presence shifts to analytical, while Thor and Loki observe the newcomer with mild curiosity.

"Natasha Romanoff," she introduces herself, her smile professional but genuine. Her eyes study our group with calculated interest, lingering briefly on the Ultimatrix. "I've been following your team's development. It's... impressive."

"Fury's decided on a more diplomatic approach?" Stark asks, his usual snark evident.

"More like a collaborative one," she replies, her tone carrying none of Fury's usual intensity. "Your recent activities have caught attention - good attention. The kind that makes people want to build bridges rather than walls."

Emma's mental presence shifts with surprise - Natasha's mental walls are unlike anything she's encountered in a non-telepath.

Professional training, certainly, but taken to an art form. She could break through, but the effort and potential damage required makes her withdraw her probe with newfound respect.

Through our link, Emma sends: 'Her mental defenses are... impressive. SHIELD clearly takes psychic protection seriously.'

"The Director believes," Natasha continues, reaching for her wrist, "that our organizations could benefit from proper channels of communication." She activates what looks like a standard watch, but a hologram springs to life, revealing Fury's stern visage.

"I see you've met Agent Romanoff," Fury states, his one eye studying our group.

"Going for the whole hologram communication thing now?" I can't help but quip. "What happened to dramatic personal appearances? Don't tell me breaking into teenage bedrooms lost its appeal."

Emma's mental presence carries amusement at my comment, while Thor and Loki gaze upon Fury with mild interest.

Fury's expression doesn't change, but something like exasperation crosses his face. "I thought perhaps a more... conventional approach might be appreciated. Given recent events."

"A conventional approach?" I lean back, studying both Fury's hologram and Natasha's carefully neutral expression. "Like sending one of your best agents to join the Ultimates?"

The room goes quiet. Emma's mental presence sharpens with interest, while Fisk's expression remains carefully controlled.

"What makes you think that's why I'm here?" Natasha asks, though her slight smile suggests I'm not entirely wrong.

"Because," I reply, meeting Fury's holographic gaze directly, "if you wanted just communication, you'd have sent a messenger.

You sent someone who most definitely has extensive battle experience because you want her to be part of something bigger. And, last time, we didn't get off on a good note, so I considered your options."

The silence stretches for a moment before Fury's expression shifts ever so slightly.

"Well," his hologram flickers, "seems like we have to discuss after all."

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(Author note: Hello everyone! Hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Do tell me how you found the Asgardian form? 

As well as what you think should be done with Natasha, whether she should be allowed to join or not.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!(