Bruce sat in the meditation room. Dark. Quiet.
He closed his eyes and opened his mind. Not to relax—to search.
Memories from his past life flooded in. Movies. Comics. Shows. Things he shouldn't remember, but did.
He saw himself punch through steel. Lift 60 tons. Dodge bullets.
Good, he thought. But not enough.
He saw Hulk smash a mountain. Thor call lightning from space. Superman bend steel with his bare hands.
If they exist here, I lose, Bruce thought. I need a breakthrough.
He dug deeper. Searching for a way to break his limit.
Then he saw it.
A memory. A movie. Fantastic Four (2015).
Four astronauts. One spaceship. A quantum gate. Cosmic radiation from another dimension.
They went in human. They came out… changed. Gods.
The Cosmic Spark, Bruce thought. If that project exists in this world… I can use it.
He opened his eyes. Stood up. Walked to his desk.
Opened his laptop.
Coogle.com..
Typed: Reed Richards quantum teleportation project.
Results popped up instantly.
[Project: Quantum Gate]
[Lead Researchers: Reed Richards, Victor Von Doom]
[Funding: US Government - Black Budget]
[Location: Negative Zone Research Facility, Colorado]
[Launch Date: 60 Days]
[Objective: Interdimensional Travel via Cosmic Radiation]
Bruce leaned forward. Eyes sharp.
Two months, he thought. Perfect.
He scrolled deeper. Found the blueprints. Security layouts. Guard shifts.
Underground facility. 200 guards. Automated turrets. Thermal cameras. Motion sensors.
He smirked.
Too easy.
They're building a spaceship, Bruce thought. One that can open a portal to another dimension. When it opens, cosmic energy will flood through.
I just need to be inside when it happens.
He closed the laptop. Stood up.
{ Next day }
"Again," Bruce said.
He stood in the center of the warehouse. Sweat dripped from his chin.
Around him: Peter, Wade, and Flint. All attacking at once.
Peter swung from the ceiling, webbing ready. Wade charged with katanas. Flint's sand form rushed forward like a wave.
"Don't hold back," Bruce said.
"Boss, I never do," Wade grinned.
They moved.
Peter shot a web. Bruce ducked. Flint's sand hand grabbed for his leg. Bruce jumped. Wade slashed low. Bruce twisted.
Five minutes. He dodged everything.
But they were getting faster.
Peter's spider-sense matched his. Wade's regeneration made him reckless. Flint's sand could hit from any angle.
Too many angles, Bruce thought.
Peter swung in from above. Wade lunged from the front. Flint erupted from below.
Three attacks. One second.
Danger.
Bruce's spider-sense screamed. Louder than ever.
Something inside him snapped.
A surge of energy erupted from his core. Hot. Sharp. Like electricity under his skin.
The air around him shimmered.
Peter's web hit empty space. Wade's katana sliced air. Flint's sand passed through nothing.
Bruce wasn't there.
He stood ten meters away. Fully invisible.
He looked down at his hands. Nothing. Just air.
Camouflage, he thought. My body bends light when I'm in danger.
He focused. Tried to turn visible.
The shimmer faded. His body reappeared.
Peter landed first. Eyes wide. "Did you just—"
"Invisibility," Bruce said. "When my spider-sense hits max overload, my body hides me."
Wade sheathed his katanas. "Cool. Can you turn invisible while farting? Asking for a friend."
"No," Bruce said.
Flint's sand form solidified. He looked human again. "How long can you stay hidden?"
Bruce tested it. Focused. The shimmer returned. He held it for ten seconds. Then twenty.
"Until I lose focus," he said. "Maybe a minute if I push."
Peter crossed his arms. "So you're stronger than me, faster than me, and now you can turn invisible? That's not fair, man."
Bruce wiped sweat from his brow. "peter, don't worry time for you getting stronger is coming."
He looked at his hands. The golden veins under his skin were brighter. Pulsing slowly.
My body is adapting, he thought. Evolving.
A sound broke his focus.
Boom.
Like thunder inside the warehouse.
Bruce's spider-sense flared. Not danger. But… presence. Something powerful had just entered.
He moved fast. Toward the entrance. The team followed.
A figure stood there.
Seven feet tall. Green skin. Red cape. Glowing red eyes. No nose.
Wade raised his katanas. "Okay, Shrek. You got five seconds to explain before I cut you."
The alien's voice echoed in all their minds. Telepathic. Calm.
"Lower your weapon, Wade Wilson. I am not your enemy."
Bruce stepped forward. "You breached my wards. How?"
"Your wards block demons and angels. Not me. I am J'onn J'onzz. A Martian. The last of my kind."
Bruce didn't flinch. "What do you want?"
"Help."
J'onn stepped forward. His form flickered. For a second, he looked human. Then green again.
"A danger is coming on Earth. They are not Martians. They are the ones who destroyed my world. The Imperium."
Bruce's eyes narrowed. "Hiding as what?"
"As humans," J'onn said. "Their leader has taken a name. J. Allen Carter. A US Senator."
Bruce's mind raced. Senator Carter. The one pushing nuclear disarmament.
J'onn continued. "He is not alone. There are others. Scientists. Military leaders. Technicians. They are controlling your world from the inside."
"Why?" Bruce asked, his mind was just creating random thoughts so that Martian can't read his mind.
"To weaken your defenses," J'onn said. "They pushed for nuclear disarmament six months ago. Superman complied. Now Earth has no shield. When their fleet arrives… you will be helpless."
Peter blinked. "Wait… aliens controlling the government? Like… Body Snatchers?"
"Worse," J'onn said. "They are nocturnal. Sunlight kills them. Fire burns them. But they are strong. Faster than humans. Stronger than most heroes."
Wade grinned. "So we're hunting aliens? Cool. Do I get a flamethrower?"
Bruce ignored him. Looked at J'onn. "Give me everything. Names. Locations. Meetings."
J'onn nodded. Images flooded Bruce's mind.
A warehouse in Metropolis. Alien containment pods. Fake scientists. An underground factory projecting an ion cloud to block the sun.
"They are preparing," J'onn said. "Their leader—the Imperium—will arrive within days. Once the ion cloud covers the Earth, the invasion begins."
J'onn said. "They can read minds. If you get too close, they will know."
J'onn vanished. No sound. No trace. Just empty air.
Bruce turned to the team.
"Gear up," he said. "We move tonight."
Peter hesitated. "Tonight? But I have a chem test tomorrow—"
"Skip it," Bruce said. "If the aliens win, there won't be any tests."
Wade saluted. "Hell yeah. Alien hunt!"
Flint nodded. Sand swirling around his fists. "Where do we hit first?"
" First let's contact some powerful hero, we needed huge help, if we need fight alien battle "
Peter looked at the others. Then back at Bruce.
"Okay," he said. "I'm in."
Bruce closed the phone.