Origins
It all started when I turned 12. One day I was playing around in my dads workshop, and the next, I was bending metal with my mind.
It had been a pretty normal day,
well normal to me at least.
It was a lazy Saturday morning that consisted of me messing with all the weird inventions that were in our garage. Looking back on it, I should've known that my dad wasn't just a regular engineer. After all, he did work for a company in Chicago that researched Gamma radiation, and it's findings were second to the one and only Bruce Banner
You know, the Hulk.
It was just him and I. We were like best friends and we practically did everything together. I watched everything he did, all the projects, all the experiments.
Dad would take home stuff from the lab and say that it was for his 'personal' research, and because I was so young, and attached at the hip to my father, I had no idea that his rantings on the hulk were clear red flags. He had said that Bruce had been naïve to think that he could recreate captain America. He said only he had the brains to do it, and I 100 % believed him. So, on that 'normal' day, when my dad asked me to get in some kind of chamber, I didn't even hesitate.
He told me he was researching how muscles worked in the human body, and for some reason I didn't even register that my dad might have been finally trying to back up his words against Bruce's research. I thought nothing of the weird captain America esc. chamber that sat in our garage. I was utterly, and completely oblivious to the fact that I would be his first and only attempt at recreating the worlds first superhero.
I knew the whole story about Steve Rogers. We had learned about him in history class. We saw pictures of the project, and learned how he was experimented on and how he turned into someone greater than himself. We learned of the atrocities of the red mask, and how sometimes power wasn't worth it.
If only I had knew.
If only I could have connected my knowledge of what happened to Bruce Banner and how he had a mishap with gamma radiation. The man no longer had control of his body because of his experiments. So for the life of me, I do not understand why I didn’t connect the dots and got in that chamber.
Well.... maybe I did.
I had always loved the thought of being a superhero. I had always wanted powers that lead beyond human existence. Maybe the reason why I got in the chamber was because I subconsciously wanted to be superhuman. Maybe It was because I wanted power, to feel special, and get more attention from my dad.
because unfortunately, at the time, I wasn’t one of his experiments
So when I got in the metal chamber, I stood there calmly, watching the lights flash from inside and outside the hunk of metal. Eventually, the capsule had gotten hot and it had started to shake, but I just stood there counting as the minuets went by. The only time that I started to get concerned was when the ceiling started to cave in and I had felt a giant pressure buildup inside of me. You'd think a twelve year old would have panicked then, but somehow I had knew it was already to late, so I had just closed my eyes and went to sleep.
The only problem was, when I woke up, the garage had exploded, and my dad was gone.