Marvel: I can turn into anything.

Lusborn soared through the air, the wind rushing past him as he relished the sensation of true flight.

One of the reasons he had chosen to transform into Morbius was precisely for this ability—the power to defy gravity and move through the skies as freely as a bird.

In his past life as a stuntman, he had performed some of the most dangerous skydiving feats imaginable, plummeting from impossible heights with nothing but a parachute and a daredevil's resolve.

But this—this was different. This was real. No strings, no parachutes, just pure, unrestricted movement.

Despite his exhilaration, he knew better than to be reckless.

The Marvel world was a place filled with technology far beyond what he was used to, and satellite surveillance was nothing to joke about.

If he flew too high or too openly, someone would take notice.

SHIELD, or even worse, hydra, or some unknown organization he had never even heard of yet. He needed to stay under the radar—literally.

He kept low, skimming just above the rooftops, staying in the shadows where possible, avoiding bright city lights and any cameras.

However, he could feel it—his time was running out.

This body wasn't strong enough yet to sustain his transformation for too long. He was already pushing it by staying as Morbius for this long.

He needed to land before he dropped out of the sky uncontrollably.

Spotting a dark alleyway in the distance, he angled his descent, adjusting for a smooth landing.

With one final burst of effort, he brought himself down into the alley, stumbling slightly as he felt the transformation coming undone.

The power drained from his body, his strength diminishing rapidly, his form reverting back to his original self.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself against a wall as fatigue crept in.

Now back in his original form, Lusborn felt the full brunt of exhaustion slam into him like a freight train.

His muscles ached, his head pounded, and his body felt drained of every ounce of energy.

He could barely stand straight, but he forced himself to keep moving.

Emerging from the alleyway, he blended into the bustling city streets.

Even with his slightly tattered clothes, the dried blood on his skin, and the dust clinging to him, no one batted an eye.

The people of this city had seen worse. Or maybe they just didn't care. Either way, it worked in his favor.

With a deep breath, he hailed a taxi, the black car pulling up beside him almost instantly.

The driver, a middle-aged black man with a deep voice and an easygoing manner, greeted him as he slid into the back seat.

Lusborn gave his address, leaning his head against the seat and finally allowing his eyes to close for a brief moment.

He was drained. Physically and mentally exhausted.

This new body was far weaker than his original one. Even as a regular human in his past life, he had trained, kept himself in top condition as a stuntman.

This body, however—it was pathetic in comparison. It felt soft, unused to physical exertion.

The difference was frustrating. How could someone not work out at all? Did his new self just sit around doing nothing?

As the taxi rolled through the city, the driver kept talking, his voice a constant hum of background noise.

Lusborn wasn't really listening. His mind was elsewhere, already thinking about what he needed to do next.

He had to get stronger. He had to train this body, push it to its limits, make it capable of handling his transformations without nearly killing him.

This world was dangerous just from the movies. And now he had just gotten a firsthand look at exactly how dangerous it could be.

If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to thrive, he needed to be ready.

The road stretched on, the night deepening, the city lights flickering outside the window.

Lusborn kept his eyes closed, letting himself drift in and out of wakefulness, preparing for what came next.

The taxi reached his address, but he was long asleep, exhausted from the day's events.

The driver called him a couple of times, irritation lacing his voice as he cursed his misfortune of picking up a drunkard—or so he assumed.

He wondered if he would even get paid for this trip.

Lusborn only stirred when the driver shook him, grumbling as he blinked his weary eyes open.

His bare feet touched the cool ground as he stepped out, and for a moment, he just stood there, looking down at them, feeling the odd sensation of unfamiliarity.

These feet weren't really his—or at least, they didn't feel like his own.

The driver cleared his throat impatiently. "You payin' or what?"

Lusborn snapped out of his daze, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

He handed the driver the fare, and the man sighed in relief, muttering a quiet, "Thank God," before driving off.

Lusborn chuckled slightly at the man's reaction, but the amusement was short-lived as he turned towards the house.

It was bigger than his old one—better, even. The modern architecture stood tall in the dim night, exuding an aura of quiet luxury.

He didn't recognize it, yet it felt oddly familiar, like a dream he had once forgotten but was now slowly remembering.

Without hesitation, he walked up to the porch, stopping at a flower vessel sitting neatly to the side. Lifting it up, he found a key hidden beneath.

How did he know it was there?

Instinct. That was the only explanation he could give himself. Somehow, his body remembered this life, even if his mind didn't.

Pushing aside the unsettling thought, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

Since he had no shoes, there was nothing to remove. He walked through the dimly lit house, his steps light on the polished wooden floors.

The layout was unfamiliar, yet his body moved with certainty, guiding him to the kitchen.

He opened the fridge, the cold air hitting his face as he grabbed a bottle of milk.

Taking a swig, he shut the fridge with his other hand, then reached over to the kitchen stand for some bread. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.

As he turned to head upstairs, a soft shuffling noise caught his attention.

He froze mid-step as a woman emerged from the hallway, dressed in a silk nightgown, her eyes heavy with sleep yet filled with concern.

"Lusborn?" she called out softly, her voice laced with worry. "Are you okay? What happened? Why do you look like that?"

Her presence startled him. He hadn't expected to meet anyone tonight, let alone someone who seemed to care.

But then, a thought surfaced in his mind the moment he looked at her.

Mother.

The realization hit him like a truck, but with it came an overwhelming sense of discomfort. He could see it now—this woman was his mother.

But the moment she stepped forward, reaching out as if to touch him, his body flinched before his mind could even process it.

He dodged her touch instinctively, his muscles tensing as if recoiling from something dangerous.

He didn't understand it.

She was his mother—wasn't she? Then why did his entire being reject her so violently? Why did his heart pound with something that was not fear, but resentment?

The confusion only lasted for a moment before he shut it down.

He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to question the past he couldn't remember.

Whatever had happened between them, it had left deep scars, and right now, he didn't have the time or energy to deal with it.

Without a word, he turned on his heel and rushed up the stairs, his steps firm, his resolve stronger.

He heard his mother sigh behind him, the weight of sorrow in her breath.

She didn't follow.

She didn't call after him.

She simply stood there in the dim light of the living room, watching the son who wanted nothing to do with her disappear into the darkness of his room, shutting the door behind him.

And as she slowly sank onto the couch, her eyes filled with a quiet, defeated sorrow, she wondered—not for the first time—if she would ever be forgiven.

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Pliz dear readers, this kind of ability I gave him has lots and lots of shit that he can use to grow stronger. 

And obviously I cant think of all of them, I might even think of some stupid shit so, that's why I will need yo help.

I need ideas from you guys, I have already received some and it has really enlightened me, so, it would be better if I received more.

Thanx.

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Also pliz support my other works, I need help with that too. Still new in this thing so.... will need u guys.