Zack woke up groggy, still feeling the last remnants of his deep slumber. The motel ceiling stared back at him blankly. He checked the clock—late morning.
He cleaned up, grabbed his hoodie, and stepped outside. The dry New Mexico air greeted him as he walked into the nearby diner where he'd eaten yesterday. It was a quaint place with decent bacon and surprisingly good coffee. He ordered his usual, but as he sipped, a hushed commotion in the booth beside him caught his attention.
"I'm telling you—it was like a meteor or something. Out near the crater again. No one's been able to move it. Some say it's a weapon, others think it's a spaceship."
Zack's eyes sharpened. A weapon? He perked up further when the waitress chimed in.
"Oh, you mean that hammer thing? Some folks drove out to see it—ain't moved an inch since it fell. Real Norse looking. Weird stuff."
Zack's fork paused mid-bite. The hammer. Mjolnir.
"Did Thor arrived last night."
He didn't even finish his food. He walked outside, lifted his thumb to hitchhike, and got lucky. A kind local gave him a lift toward the area where the meteor fell.
---
It was early in the morning and fortunately SHIELD hasn't arrived yet. There were some people sitting there and grilling barbeque there and trying to lift the hammer.
Mjolnir sat in the center, but... something was off. Zack tried to copy the divine energy but he felt nothing.
Dormant. The divine spark is sealed. Thor hasn't reclaimed his power yet, he realized.
"Tch.. if I were just stronger I would have copied it anyway." He muttered.
He didn't linger there for long and came back to diner.
And that's when it happened.
Inside, Thor—disheveled but radiant with some regained composure—slammed an empty cup onto the counter. "Another!" he bellowed.
Zack blinked. So it begins.
He approached the group casually.
"Hello Dr. Selvig, Jane and Darcy" Zack greeted them with a smile, sliding into the booth beside Jane.
Zack said looking at Jane. " I've read your papers yesterday about Astrophysics. Convergences. You've got theories about realms, don't you?"
Darcy chimed in with a fry in her mouth. "Please don't encourage her."
Zack chuckled. "I'm just saying… gods, aliens—it's all the same from a certain point of view. Power beyond comprehension."
Thor turned toward him, eyes narrowing. "You seem... familiar with these matters."
Zack met his gaze. "I have some knowledge about stuff that normal people don't know."
Jane and Darcy exchanged glances.
Thor tilted his head. "You're not ordinary."
Zack smiled faintly. "And so you are."
The two locked eyes—one, a fallen god seeking redemption; the other, a reincarnated anomaly with potential beyond comprehension.
---
Thor also heard about mjolnir and went to claim it Jane helped him. Then everything went just like in the movies.
Days passed. Thor remained with Jane and her crew, growing closer to humanity. Zack remained nearby, keeping tabs from the shadows.
And then, the sky split.
A Bifrost beam tore across the desert sky. Thor's allies—Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun—emerged in gleaming Asgardian armor.
Zack watched from afar, he again went towards the mjolnir and from afar he could feel it.
The divine energy.
Power flared. The divine spark reignited. The dormant energy within Mjolnir was no longer sealed. Thor was ready.
Zack immediately copied the energy.
For a moment, he was engulfed by a radiant golden-white aura.
His eyes widened.
This... this is real divinity.
He felt it pour into him—not just raw strength, but the essence of storms, the nobility of a god, and the weight of ancient responsibility. The divine energy of Thor himself now lived within him. He felt euphoric he was now physically stronger.
He dropped to one knee.
So this is what feels like being bulletproof. He tried to cut his palm by blade but it didn't work.
---
Not long after, the Destroyer came.
A blinding light erupted in the desert town. SHIELD agents scrambled. Civilians screamed. Thor ran ahead with Sif and the Warriors Three to confront the threat.
Zack was already moving.
The Destroyer stomped through Main Street, its faceplate opening and unleashing a beam of molten destruction. Cars exploded. Buildings crumbled.
Zack stood between two alleys, watching the flame.
That energy… pure destructive force. Compressed plasma. Enchanted fire.
His eyes glowed. Copied.
The flame entered his system—not just its heat, but its intensity, precision, and relentless aggression.
Now it was time to act. He wasn't going to live like a rat hiding in sewers. He will be going to face every challenge head on.
He wasn't afraid of any challenges and danger. He was strong and will continue to get stronger.
Thor approached the Destroyer, unarmed. "Loki, I know you're watching! If you want vengeance, take it on me—"
WHAM!
The Destroyer backhanded Thor across the street, his body limp.
Jane screamed. SHIELD watched, frozen.
Zack walked past them all.
One step after another, toward the monster.
"Hey, tin-can," he muttered. "Your fight's with a god, right? Well… lucky for you. I just borrowed some of that."
The Destroyer turned.
Zack's body erupted in golden divine energy laced with fiery orange plasma.
He moved first.
Zack blasted forward, creating a crater under his feet. He punched the Destroyer square in the chest, sending it stumbling back.
The faceplate opened again.
Zack raised his hand, unleashing a matching beam of flame—Destroyer's own copied plasma, condensed and redirected.
The beams clashed mid-air, shaking the sky. Zack gritted his teeth, pouring more power into the attack.
The Destroyer charged, and they collided—fist to fist. Sparks flew. The ground split beneath them.
Thor stirred, weakly lifting his head to see Zack fighting in his place.
"Who… is he...?"
With a burst of copied lightning, Zack uppercut the Destroyer, sending it flying back.
Thor lay down, limping toward Mjolnir.
The hammer twitched.
Zack looked over and nodded. "It's finally time."
Thor grasped the hammer, and in a swirl of lightning and wind, transformed once again into the God of Thunder.
Together, they stood side by side.
Thor twirled Mjolnir. "Shall we?"
Zack's hands ignited with divine flames. "Let's show him what real power looks like."
They charged.
Lightning clashed with fire. Fists flew. Every strike from Zack was enhanced by god-energy and sheer willpower; every hammer swing from Thor was backed by ancient storms.
Eventually, Thor landed the final blow, destroying the Destroyer's core.
The town lay in silence, smoke rising from wreckage.
Zack exhaled.
---
But eyes had seen what they weren't supposed to.
"Run the scans again," Maria Hill ordered. "That kid... he's not just some enhanced. He mimicked the Destroyer. That's not tech or magic. That's mutation."
Fury said from the sides "he is definitely an Alpha class perhaps even an Omega."
HYDRA operatives, watching from hidden satellites, noted the event.
"Omega-class. He's one of them."
---
Far away, at the Xavier Institute, Professor Charles Xavier sat in Cerebro, performing his weekly scan.
Then the anomaly pulsed.
A mutant signature so strong it distorted Cerebro's calibration.
"My God," Xavier whispered. "What are you?"
He immediately noted the location and reached for Hank.
"Get ready. We have to find him before others do."
---
Elsewhere, in a dark, cold place filled with magnetism and resolve, Erik Lehnsherr looked at the person in front of him.
"So you are saying there is a strong mutant whose presence is even stronger than Jean Geay."
"An omega," he muttered. "And he's not hiding."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
---
And in a distant apartment in New York, a boy named Lucas White—reclining on his couch heard the news on a phone call.
"So there was another person besides Thor who fought with the Destroyer." This news was a little unsettling for him but it also made him curious.
"Is he a mutant from comics that I don't know about." Lucas muttered to himself.