Marvel Login System (Rewrite)

Xavier Institute

Professor Xavier stared at the holographic screens in front of him, trying once again to establish telepathic contact with Jean Grey. A slight furrow in his brow betrayed his frustration, but no trace of despair showed on his calm expression.

He sighed and disconnected from the mental interface.

"Jean…" he murmured.

"I can't feel your presence anymore."

For a moment, silence reigned in the room. But then, a faint smile formed on his lips, as if he had accepted it with serenity.

"Maybe that's for the best… for her."

Accepting the advice of Jean's friend had changed his perspective. For the first time in a long while, Charles Xavier allowed himself to question his own choices—and acknowledge his mistakes.

"I was wrong… So sure I knew what was best for everyone… when in truth, I deprived Jean and the others of choosing their own paths."

At that moment, the door opened with a metallic creak. Logan walked in with his usual stern expression, his boots thudding against the wooden floor.

"Charles, Jean's still not back," he said bluntly.

"Want me to go after her?"

Professor X turned his wheelchair slightly, calmly facing Logan.

"And didn't you say you didn't want to do that anymore?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound like the Charles he knew.

"You testing me or something?" he grumbled.

"Shameless old man…"

Despite the gruff tone, there was genuine concern in Logan's voice. Jean was his long-time companion, and he wouldn't rest easy while she remained missing.

"It's alright," said Charles with a slight nod.

"Jean will return when she's ready."

Logan stared at him as if seeing a stranger. This calm and detached man… wasn't the same rigid, controlling Professor X he remembered.

"Charles… you've changed."

Charles smiled, his eyes conveying a rare peace.

"Yes. And maybe, for the first time in a long time… that's a good thing."

"Admitting I was wrong isn't weakness. It's the first step toward doing things right. From now on, I want to be better—not just as a mentor, but as a person."

---

The Next Morning – Arthur's House

The golden morning light filtered through the curtains. Arthur slowly woke up, still feeling Jean's soft warmth beside him. She slept deeply, her red hair tangled over the pillow. The previous night had been emotionally intense. Jean had cried, vented, and finally fallen asleep with her head on his chest. Unlike Gwen, Jean still carried the scars of her past inside.

(I really need to stop finishing inside them so carelessly… If this keeps up, this house's going to be full of little Arthurs…) he thought.

Arthur got up slowly, covering her with the sheet before silently leaving the room.

A few minutes later...

The door creaked slightly. Jean appeared in the living room, wearing casual clothes, her hair tied back simply, and a peaceful expression on her face.

"Good morning, Arthur," she said with a stifled yawn, smiling softly.

Arthur, sitting at the table with a coffee mug in hand, looked up and returned the smile.

"Morning. Come eat. You need to regain your energy."

She walked over and sat beside him. She picked up a slice of bread and looked at him a bit more seriously.

"You're taking me back to the Institute later, right?"

Arthur nodded calmly.

"Of course. I'll drop you off at the door, no problem."

Jean hesitated before responding.

"I… think I should go in alone. I don't want you interacting with Charles or the others yet. Many of those kids have trauma with humans…"

"I understand," Arthur said without hesitation.

"I'm not here to stir trouble."

The conversation was brief but filled with mutual understanding. She knew he respected her space, and that made everything easier.

In the car, as Arthur parked near the Institute, Jean leaned in and kissed his cheek, a shy smile on her lips.

"When classes are over, I'll come back to your place."

Arthur looked at her with affection.

"I'll be waiting for you, Jean."

---

Meanwhile...

After dropping Gwen off at Empire State University, George Stacy returned to the precinct. The environment was controlled chaos—agents running around, radios buzzing, reports being filed by the minute. Everyone was searching for one thing:

The Lizard's location.

Unfortunately, nothing had been found so far. No concrete clues, no reliable leads. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack—and George knew that better than anyone.

But even if ineffective, searching the sewers was still the only viable option. The only hope, however small.

Back in his office, George was hunched over the city's underground maps, a complex web of tunnels and connections. His eyes followed the lines marked on the paper, trying to figure out where the monster could be hiding.

But after hours of effort, all he had gained was immense fatigue. He rubbed his eyes, exhausted.

That's when the door slammed open.

"Dr. Connors…?"

George looked up. Connors burst in, out of breath as if he had run the entire way.

"Captain Stacy," he said, catching his breath. "I… I know where Peter's going to execute the plan."

"What?"

George immediately stood, pulling Connors inside. The scientist went straight to the desk, grabbed a glass of water, drank it quickly, then began rummaging through the papers for the city map.

"I thought about it all day yesterday," Connors said.

"If Peter wants to turn the population into reptiles, he needs something that affects everyone at once. Something big. At first, I thought he might contaminate the water supply…"

"A reasonable hypothesis," George agreed.

"It's a vulnerable point."

"Yes, but not enough. Its reach is limited. Then I remembered something Peter mentioned when we were developing the Dispersion Device."

George's eyes widened.

"That experimental… aerial dispersion project?"

Connors nodded, pointing to a spot on the map.

"If he activates the device from the top of the tallest building in the city, the serum will spread like a cloud. It's the fastest and most effective method for mass infection."

George followed Connors' finger to the indicated location.

"The Freedom Tower…"

It was the tallest building in New York at the time, with easy aerial access and the structure to support the equipment.

[A/N: Tony's Stark Tower is still under construction in this timeline.]

"That's right. If Peter's heading there, it means we don't need to keep wasting time and resources looking for him. We need to act now."

"Dr. Connors, are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely."

George pondered for a few seconds, then picked up the office phone and spoke firmly:

"We're on full alert. Gather all available agents. We're holding an emergency meeting."

---

Xavier Institute

At the Institute, Jean headed straight to Professor X's office after classes. She hesitated for a moment before knocking.

"Professor?"

Charles looked up and smiled when he saw her. His telepathic senses immediately picked up on the change: the chaotic energy of the Phoenix inside her was surprisingly calm. Something had changed—or rather, someone had helped her.

Maybe that new friend... No, even Charles could tell this wasn't just a friend. Jean was different now.

The person who could not only understand Jean, but also help her control the immense power she carried—and possibly become her partner—could be a powerful ally to mutants in the future.

"Jean, please, come in. Have a seat."

He seemed relaxed, almost relieved. Jean found his demeanor strange.

"Professor, I… I'd like to live outside the Institute for a while."

"Of course. When do you plan to move out?"

The direct and unresisting response left Jean stunned.

She blinked, confused.

"Today, after classes, if possible."

"No problem. Need help moving?"

The gentleness and readiness from Professor X almost made Jean suspicious. But there was something genuine in his expression—perhaps even hope. He knew she was going somewhere she felt stronger, safer. And that was all that mattered.

"No, I can handle it myself."

"Alright. And just know—if you change your mind, the Institute will always welcome you back."

Jean made a half-serious face.

"Professor, I'm not running away. I'm just… just moving out."

"I understand," he replied with a smile.

As she left the room, Jean was still trying to understand what had just happened. Professor Xavier almost seemed eager to see her go, yet he was at peace.

She tried to scan for lies, doubts—anything—with her telepathy. Nothing. Everything was sincere.

Jean shook her head, giving up trying to figure it out. In the end, the most important thing was already settled.

She was free to move forward.

And the future looked a whole lot brighter.

---

New York City Police Department – Briefing Room

The room was filled with officers. Detectives, sector captains, tactical analysts, and even a SWAT representative sat around the oval table. George Stacy entered with Dr. Connors, carrying a large map of the city. The room fell silent immediately.

"Alright," said George, straight to the point, standing at the front.

"Gentlemen, we have a critical update."

He motioned for Connors to step forward. The scientist spread the map over the table and circled an area in red marker.

"This is the Freedom Tower," Connors began. "If Peter plans to release the mutagenic serum, this is where it'll happen."

A tense murmur spread through the room.

"Are we sure?" one lieutenant asked.

George responded before Connors could.

"Absolutely. This comes straight from the mind that developed the original Dispersion Device. If this falls into the wrong hands, it's over. Literally."

"Okay," said the SWAT commander.

"So, what's the plan?"

George took a deep breath and pointed to the whiteboard. He quickly sketched the building's structure and the surrounding perimeter.

"Priority one: containment. We need to evacuate a four-block radius around the building. No one in or out."

"That'll attract attention," said an agent.

"It'll hit the news in seconds."

"Let it," George replied firmly.

"Better to deal with panic than a mass mutation of hundreds of civilians."

He turned to another group.

"We need two tactical teams: one in the lobby and one on the roof. Peter's no longer human. He's strong, fast, and nearly indestructible. Don't treat him like a regular suspect. If he reaches the top with the device, we're finished."

Connors stepped forward.

"The device needs time to charge. He'll have to climb, position it, calibrate the angle, and initiate dispersion. That's our window."

"How much time?" someone asked.

"Five to ten minutes, maybe less if he's ready."

George turned to the SWAT team.

"You'll have two minutes to neutralize him once he appears. No negotiations."

The commander nodded.

"We'll place some sharpshooters in nearby buildings. If we spot him, we'll try to take him down before he reaches the top."

"And if he's already up there when we arrive?" another officer asked.

"Then pray those climbing cables hold, and you make it in time—before the whole city turns into a reptile zoo," George replied bluntly.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"What if he's still… Peter?" someone whispered.

George looked at Connors. The scientist lowered his gaze, hesitant.

"Peter… might still be in there, somewhere. But at this point, the Lizard is in control. And we have no way to reverse it without an anti-mutagenic serum… which I can't produce without the sample he has."

George turned to the team.

"From this moment on, forget who he was. Our mission is to protect this city. If he shows up with that device—shoot to kill."

Everyone nodded in silence.

George checked his watch. 8:28 AM.

"If we follow his previous pattern, we still have a few hours before he acts. Deploy the units. Now."

The room burst into motion—officers hurrying out, radios crackling, vests being adjusted.

George was the last to leave, eyes locked on the map. His gaze fixed on the red-marked building.

"Peter… why you?"

Beside him, Connors muttered:

"Because he thinks he's saving the world."

George didn't respond.

He simply grabbed his badge, his gun, and walked out of the room.

The fight was about to begin.

---

New York Sewers – Makeshift Laboratory

The damp darkness was pierced only by the constant hum of machines and the greenish glow of tubes connected to a cylindrical device suspended by rudimentary hooks.

The lab was assembled with stolen university equipment, repurposed industrial machinery, and recycled lab tech — all fitted together with obsessive precision. At the center of this organized chaos, the Lizard worked with meticulous movements, his claws manipulating components with unnatural dexterity.

His body was a grotesque mix of scales and taut muscle, but his eyes — reptilian as they were — still gleamed with cold intelligence.

"Humanity is sick..." he muttered to himself, his voice distorted and guttural.

"...trapped in fragile bodies, in limited minds. I can cure them... I can set them free."

He adjusted the dials on the device, which began to pulse faintly in blue. A spherical biocontainer holding the mutagenic serum vibrated inside a secured compartment, ready to be dispersed the moment it was activated.

CLANK.

One final weld. The central cylinder locked in place with a satisfying click.

"Perfect."

The Lizard stepped back and observed the machine like an artist admiring his masterpiece. His eyes scanned the propulsion system, the micro-dispersers, and the atmospheric pressure catalyst. Everything was ready.

He approached a makeshift monitoring screen, wired to wind sensors atop the Freedom Tower.

"Atmospheric pressure is stable... humidity is rising... forecast predicts strong winds tonight," he hissed with satisfaction.

"Tonight... the world will be reborn into a new era..."

He picked up a small vial containing a diluted portion of the remaining serum and injected it into himself. His body convulsed for a moment, muscles bulging, scales stretching, tail slamming violently against the sewer's concrete wall.

"Stronger... more perfect…"

Slowly, he turned toward a wall where old photos were pinned with rusty nails. Pictures of Peter with Aunt May, with Gwen... with Dr. Connors. His reptilian eyes flickered for a second.

But only for a second.

"They'll thank me. They all will."

With a muffled roar, he began preparing — tonight, the world would enter a new evolutionary stage, and New York would be the first step.

He had a clear goal.

And nothing would stop him from achieving it.

(End of Chapter)

A lot has happened in the last few days, so I ended up being late. I don't even know what time I'm going to schedule the update of these chapters, but I'll let you know that on Friday I won't have time to post anything.

Give me some power stones there you go~😉