"Alright, System, let's take a risk. You only live once... well, in this body, definitely," I decided.
"General Pool. Ten cards. Increased chance for something... not useless. Please!"
I mentally switched the tab to "General" and, with my heart in my throat, pressed the [ Summon x10 ] (Cost: 10 GP) button.
The animation exploded again in a mad kaleidoscope. Movie frames, game art, DC comic covers, manga pages, fantasy runes, starship schematics... the vortex was bright, chaotic, and accompanied by a medley of sounds. Finally, it subsided, and ten cards lined up before me with the neutral System symbol—the letter 'G'—on their backs. 26 GP remained in my account.
"Alright, come on, first card... don't let me down!"
The card flipped over, flashing with a blue light. Rare! It depicted something brutal and metallic, clearly designed for very convincing arguments.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Super Shotgun
Type: Item (Weapon, Firearm)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:Doom Eternal Universe
Description: A powerful double-barreled shotgun modified for maximum stopping power at short ranges. Equipped with the "Meat Hook"—a chain hook that allows the user to quickly close the distance to a target or pull it toward them. Fires standard 12-gauge shells (20 rounds included). Extremely effective against demonic (and not-so-demonic) creatures. Requires significant physical strength to compensate for the recoil.
Note:"Rip and tear, until it is done." — The Doom Slayer
"The Super Shotgun from Doom!" My eyes widened. Unexpected—and damn cool! A rare card! The Meat Hook! It was a dream come true. Of course, the recoil on such a thing must be monstrous, and ammo would run out fast, but as a last-resort argument against something big and mean... "Definitely into the inventory! I'll need to practice with it. And find a way to get ammo. Maybe ask George? Hm. How would I explain why I need them? I'll have to learn to make them myself."
The second card. This time, it also flashed blue. Rare! The card showed an ancient, tattered scroll tied with a simple string, emitting a faint magical glow.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Portal Scroll: Stormwind
Type: Item (Magic/Consumable)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:World of Warcraft Universe (Azeroth, Alliance)
Description: An ancient magic scroll containing a teleportation spell. Upon reading (requires a few seconds of concentration), it opens a one-way magical portal leading directly to the Alliance capital, the city of Stormwind (to a safe location, such as the Mage Quarter). The portal remains active for 1 minute. One-time use; the scroll crumbles after activation. Does not require magical skills to use.
Note:"For the Alliance! And for the King!" — Battle cry of the Stormwind Knights
"A Portal Scroll to Stormwind!" My heart leaped, then began thumping in fanboy ecstasy. Stormwind! Azeroth! In my past life, I'd spent hundreds of hours there, exploring every corner, completing quests, and fighting in raids.
"Teleporting... to another universe! System, are you serious?! This is a direct ticket to the world of my childhood!" My thoughts spun with a new, almost panicked intensity.
"This is an incredible tool! Emergency evacuation to the Mage Tower? Fast travel to a world where I can stock up on artifacts or knowledge? Or... or is this a chance to see Jaina Proudmoore in person?! Or Tyrande? And what if... Sylvanas?!" The last thought made me swallow nervously. It's one thing to fan over a character, but meeting the Banshee Queen face-to-face is another story entirely.
"Okay, calm down, Smith. But how do I get back? Can I return to Marvel afterward? Azeroth is full of magic, artifacts, and knowledge... and dangers, of course." I felt a mix of puppy-like excitement and the cold caution of an experienced player who knows that around every corner in Azeroth, there could be either treasure or a deadly trap.
"In any case, it's very valuable. Into the inventory, with a massive note: 'Study the possibilities and risks BEFORE use! And maybe bring 2B along!'"
The third card. Common again. Multi-colored candies.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans
Type: Item (Food/Gag)
Rarity: Common
Origin:Harry Potter Universe
Description: A box of multi-colored jelly beans, each of which can have absolutely any flavor—from chocolate and mint to earwax, boogers, dirt, or even vomit. Contains about 30 beans. The effect is purely taste-based, with no magical consequences (except for possible disgust).
Note:"Alas! Earwax!" — Albus Dumbledore
I couldn't hold back a chuckle.
"Bertie Bott's! Well, at least it's something fun after a portal to Azeroth." In my past life, I wouldn't have dared try them. But now...
"Give one to Peter? I don't need him getting a troll-booger-flavored bean right now. Flash? Hm, he did show some sympathy the other day... fine, let them sit for now. Maybe for a special occasion or to test someone's sense of humor." Into the inventory.
The fourth card. This time, a blue glow—Rare! It depicted a middle-aged man in a worn jacket, with a beard and a tired but determined look, holding some kind of homemade gadget.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Raymond "T-Bone" Kinney (Legendary Hacker) (Template)
Type: Character Template (Assimilation/Summon)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:Watch Dogs Universe (Video Game)
Description: Provides access to the template of Raymond Kinney, also known as "T-Bone," one of the creators of ctOS and a legendary hacker.
Upon Assimilation: Integrates into the user:
Deep knowledge of network protocols, security system hacking, and urban infrastructure (expert level of ctOS and similar systems).
A talent for creating and modifying electronic devices, gadgets, and hacking software (especially using "junk" and non-standard components).
Urban survival and stealth skills, experience countering corporate and government structures.
Ability to improvise and use available materials to achieve goals, including creating explosive devices.
Possibly some eccentricity, a love for old blues, strong drinks, and a specific, cynical sense of humor (disappears at 100% assimilation).
Upon Summoning: Materializes Raymond "T-Bone" Kinney. He possesses his own personality (experienced, cynical, but with a sense of justice; distrusts corporations and authorities) and all the skills listed above. Loyal to the Summoner if he shares his goals or sees a challenge (and good pay or a drink). Will require a workshop full of junk, lots of coffee, and the opportunity to "make some noise."
Note:"Sometimes, to build something new, you have to blow everything up first. Or at least reboot it." — Raymond "T-Bone" Kinney
"T-Bone! The legend from Watch Dogs!" I whistled. Now that is a truly useful template for a Rare card!
"One of the creators of ctOS, a genius of improvisation and hacking... His knowledge and ability to make gadgets out of nothing—that's exactly what I need! Combined with my Technopathy and Engineering Ingenuity, this could yield incredible results." I paused to think.
"Assimilate? The process might be... specific, given his character. His cynicism and love for booze will disappear at full assimilation, just like with Toretto, but the path to 100% could be a real test for my psyche. Or summon him? I imagined this bearded eccentric digging through my junk and making weapons against the Goblin... It would be epic, but also a hassle." I smirked.
"Definitely into the inventory! This template is a real gift for my plans, but it requires careful tactical consideration."
The fifth card. Common. A slice of pizza... with something strange.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Locust Pepperoni Pizza
Type: Item (Food/Exotic)
Rarity: Common
Origin:Cyberpunk 2077 Universe (Night City)
Description: A single slice of pizza where roasted and seasoned genetically modified locusts are used instead of traditional pepperoni. The base is synthetic dough, and the cheese is a soy analog. Possesses a... specific taste and crunchy texture. High in protein. Low in moral qualms (for those who aren't squeamish).
Note:"It'll blow your taste buds away! And maybe your faith in humanity!" — Night City Advertisement
I grimaced. "Locust pizza... Cyberpunk, so very Cyberpunk." Even my accelerated Quicksilver metabolism wasn't ready for such a culinary delight. "Maybe 2B will be interested? As part of her study of human... or non-human... eating habits?" I sent it to the inventory with doubt.
The sixth card. Rare. A dried rabbit's foot on a string.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Rabbit's Foot (Cursed/Blessed?)
Type: Item (Artifact/Consumable)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:Supernatural Universe
Description: A seemingly ordinary rabbit's foot that is a powerful but dangerous artifact. Touching the foot grants the owner incredible luck in everything. However, if the owner loses the foot, they face a series of horrific misfortunes, culminating in death within a week. The only way to get rid of the curse is to pass the foot to another person (who must take it voluntarily) or destroy it with a special ritual. This specific instance is single-use—the luck effect lasts exactly 30 minutes after the first touch, after which the foot crumbles into dust without inflicting a curse.
Note:"Luck is a bitch. Today she's with you, tomorrow she's against you. And sometimes she's just... a rabbit's foot." — Dean Winchester
I swallowed nervously. I remember that episode. The luck was incredible, but the price...
"Single-use... thirty minutes of luck... without the curse..."
Now that was interesting. A very risky tool if I were to lose it, but that didn't apply to me. I have an inventory!
"For example, before a very important battle or... a very big deal? When everything depends on luck?"
The thought of using it for the Gacha flashed through my mind.
"Thirty minutes... with guaranteed super-luck... The chance of pulling something Legendary or even Divine should be maximized! But... what if it's still junk? Thirty minutes of luck wasted... On the other hand, if something truly powerful drops, it could change the game. It's a huge risk... and a huge temptation. I'll have to think very carefully about whether to spend such a trump card on the Gacha or save it for something more predictable where my actions, boosted by luck, yield a guaranteed result." Into the inventory.
The seventh card. Blue light again. Rare.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Spell Scroll: Fireball
Type: Item (Magic/Consumable)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Universe
Description: An ancient scroll containing the "Fireball" spell (Destruction School). Upon reading, it releases an exploding fireball that deals area damage. Does not require magical skills or mana. One-time use.
Eighth card. Also blue.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Spell Scroll: Stoneflesh
Type: Item (Magic/Consumable)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Universe
Description: An ancient scroll containing the "Stoneflesh" spell (Alteration School). Upon reading, it increases the user's physical defense for a short time, making the skin as tough as stone. Does not require magical skills or mana. One-time use.
Ninth card. Blue again!
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Spell Scroll: Clairvoyance
Type: Item (Magic/Consumable)
Rarity: Rare
Origin:The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Universe
Description: An ancient scroll containing the "Clairvoyance" spell (Illusion School). Upon reading, it shows the path to the current goal or nearest important object. Does not require magical skills or mana. One-time use.
"Three magic scrolls from Skyrim! Fireball, Stoneflesh, Clairvoyance..." I felt goosebumps. Magic!
"No mana, single-use... but these are real spells! A fireball against the Goblin? Stoneflesh for protection? Clairvoyance to find his lair? Or use Clairvoyance to find Captain America before S.H.I.E.L.D. does and get his blood for research?" The possibilities were exhilarating. Into the inventory!
The final, tenth card. Common again. A piece of gray metal.
CARD RECEIVED!
Name: Beskar (Small Ingot)
Type: Item (Material/Value)
Rarity: Common
Origin:Star Wars Universe (Mandalore)
Description: A small (about 500 grams) ingot of pure Beskar, also known as Mandalorian Iron. An extremely durable and lightweight metal capable of withstanding direct blaster hits and even lightsaber strikes. Very rare and valuable. Can be used to create ultra-strong armor or weapons.
Note:"This is the way." — The Mandalorian (Din Djarin)
"Beskar!" I nearly jumped. Mandalorian iron! The legendary metal!
"Five hundred grams... that's serious! It's enough for several key armor elements or a very strong weapon! Or maybe a unique gadget?" My engineering brain immediately went to work, visualizing the options.
"Peter's suit... I could reinforce vital zones. Or make him indestructible bracers. For myself? Maybe a thin but incredibly strong wire for... special occasions? Or blades capable of cutting almost anything? The possibilities are limited only by my imagination and... the skill to process this metal. I'll need to study its properties in detail. This... this is incredible!"
I leaned back on the sofa, trying to catch my breath and handle the storm of emotions. The General Pool had exceeded my wildest expectations. Sure, there were candies and locust pizza, but the Super Shotgun, the Portal Scroll, the T-Bone template, the Rabbit's Foot, three magic scrolls, and Beskar... This was an arsenal capable of changing everything.
I needed to process it all. And decide what to do next. First—the templates. Quicksilver was already in the process of assimilation, however slow. But T-Bone... the legendary hacker, master of improvisation, and creator of gadgets from "trash." His skills could perfectly complement my own engineering abilities and Technopathy.
"Why not?" the thought flashed. "Coulson and Toretto assimilated fully, and Kyon too. A slot in the 'process' is free. I'll try to launch T-Bone alongside Quicksilver."
I called up the interface again, opened the inventory, and selected Raymond "T-Bone" Kinney's card.
"Assimilate!"—the mental command.
The card flared with blue light, preparing to dissolve... and then instantly went dark. And I... I screamed.
It wasn't pain. It was something much worse. It was as if my consciousness, my very essence, was being torn in two. Two streams of foreign information, two personalities, were trying to squeeze into my mind simultaneously. On one side—Quicksilver's icy speed and impatience, his accelerated perception of the world. On the other—T-Bone's biting cynicism, bluesy melancholy, and brilliant but chaotic inventiveness. They clashed, fighting for space, tearing me apart from the inside.
The world before my eyes distorted, sounds blended into a cacophony, a cold shiver pierced my body, and then I was flushed with heat. I felt my own mind, my personality, cracking at the seams, threatening to shatter into fragments under this double pressure.
"NOOOOO!" a raspy scream tore from my throat. "STOP! CANCEL!"
The System interface blinked, and the T-Bone card returned to the inventory. The horrible sensation of being split ended instantly, leaving behind only nausea, weakness, and cold sweat covering my entire body. I breathed heavily, trying to recover.
"Damn... damn... damn..." my temples throbbed. "So I can't... I can't assimilate two templates at once if one is still in progress... The System just can't handle it? Impossible! The problem is likely me! Maybe I'm still too weak? My body can't take it?"
I remembered that Coulson and Toretto assimilated sequentially.
"So, Quicksilver to 100% first, then everything else. Lesson learned. Painfully, but learned."
I sent the T-Bone template back into the inventory. It can stay there for now. Its time will come.
Having recovered slightly, I decided to distract myself with something... less traumatic. Candies, for example. I pulled the box of "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans" from my inventory.
"Well, shall we risk it?" I muttered, opening it. The multi-colored beans looked harmless. I pulled one out at random—bright yellow with green spots.
"Hope this isn't the flavor of... well, you know."
I tossed the bean into my mouth. At first—nothing. Then—a light sweetness. And then... Oh, no. There it was. The unmistakable, incomparable taste of... boogers. Thick, viscous, with a slight salty note.
"Bleeugh!" I nearly spat the filth out, but with an effort of will, I swallowed, grimacing. "Thanks, Bertie Bott! You really delivered!"
I quickly washed it down with water, trying to get rid of the vile aftertaste.
"Alright, no more candy for now. Maybe the pizza?"
I pulled out the slice of "Locust Pepperoni Pizza." It looked... futuristic. And didn't look appetizing at all. Roasted locusts instead of pepperoni... even my accelerated metabolism protested.
"2B!" I called out. "Come here, I have a... scientific sample for you!"
She appeared in the living room doorway, putting down a book.
"I am listening, Commander John."
"Here," I handed her the slice of pizza. "An artifact from another universe. It's called 'Locust Pepperoni Pizza.' Recommended for... the analysis of dietary habits of alternative cultures. And... testing your taste buds."
She took the slice, examined it closely, and sniffed it.
"Atypical protein component detected. Aroma... specific. Detailed composition analysis required before... possible tasting."
"Exactly! Analyze away!" I sighed with relief as she carried that culinary nightmare into the kitchen.
"And I think I'll... get some air."
I needed to blow off some steam after the failed assimilation attempt and try out my new speed in more suitable conditions than my backyard. And, truth be told, to enjoy it a little.
"I won't be long, 2B," I said, heading for the exit. "Need to... test some modifications."
"Acknowledged. Be careful, Commander John."
Stepping out of the house, I looked around quickly. The street was empty. I slipped into the nearest dark alley, making sure there were no people or cameras nearby (thanks, Radar Sense!).
"Metamorph, activation!"
The appearance of an unremarkable middle-aged man with an athletic build. Perfect for a run.
And then... I pushed off the ground.
[VROOOOOM!]
The world around me blurred, but I could see everything! I was flying. Not running, but flying, my feet barely touching the asphalt. The wind whistled against my face; my clothes snapped like a sail. The feeling was... incredible! Pure, unadulterated delight! This wasn't a grueling workout; it was flight!
I tore through the deserted night streets, choosing my route on the fly, instinctively dodging obstacles, jumping over dumpsters, running a few steps up the walls of buildings and jumping back down. Every muscle sang with tension and pleasure. My lungs worked like bellows, my heart pounded in a frantic rhythm, but it was a pleasant, healthy load.
"YEEES!" a cry of joy escaped me, drowned out by the noise of the wind. "NOW THIS IS SPEED!"
I felt Quicksilver's assimilation continuing, my body adapting better and better to this incredible power.
47%—that was already a lot. I didn't know what his peak speed was, but my own currently felt beyond limit.
I chose a direction—toward the outskirts of the city where, as I remembered from my "research" outings, there were several large abandoned industrial buildings. A perfect place to test another of my new "gifts."
Reaching the spot in minutes (a distance that would have taken an hour on foot before, I covered with ease), I found a huge, dilapidated old factory building. Broken windows, a collapsed roof, the hollow wind wandering through empty shops. Perfect.
I pulled the Super Shotgun from my inventory. Heavy, brutal, it fit perfectly in my hands. I checked the load—two 12-gauge shells were already in the barrels. The Meat Hook looked menacing.
I picked a target—a large piece of concrete wall about thirty meters away. I took aim. Held my breath. And pulled the trigger.
[THHHUUUUNDERRR!!!]
The recoil was monstrous! It nearly knocked me off my feet despite all my training and increased strength. The shotgun jumped in my hands, a burst of fire and smoke erupting from the barrels. The buckshot load tore away half of the concrete block, leaving a jagged hole in the wall the size of my head.
"Holy... " I exhaled, deafened by the shot and trying to steady the tremor in my hands. "Now that is power... The Doom Slayer knew his weapons."
I knew ammo was a scarcity. Но one shot was worth it to evaluate this gun. Now I had to think about where to get ammo or how to make it. But that was for later.
I activated Metamorph again, this time taking the form of another completely unremarkable man, and at super-speed, I bolted home. The feeling of flight, of control over space and time—it was an intoxicating feeling. I tore through the streets, laughing with delight, feeling the wind ruffle my hair (even if it was someone else's), as the world rushed by in a kaleidoscope of lights.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!]—my cry was full of pure, childish joy.
I stopped a couple of blocks from home in a dark, deserted place where there were no cameras. I returned to my normal appearance, caught my breath, and tried to calm my racing heart and the trembling in my knees from the excitement.
"Yeah..." I thought, walking to the house at a normal pace. "Speed is definitely fun. Very fun, as long as everything in normal life doesn't seem too slow!"
I entered the house. 2B was sitting on the sofa, reading. She looked up.
"Testing successful, Commander John? Your physical condition has stabilized after the recent activity. Pulse and respiration have returned to normal values."
"More than successful, 2B," I smiled at her with my widest smile.
...
After the incredible Gacha roll that brought me so much—from the Super Shotgun and Beskar to the Rabbit's Foot and the T-Bone template—my head was spinning. The General Pool, which this morning had seemed like a lottery with dubious prizes, had suddenly turned into a cornucopia. But it was precisely this abundance that required sober calculation.
The first and most burning question was about the Gacha. I had 26 Gacha Points left. That was two full multi-rolls of ten cards with an increased chance for something worthwhile. The temptation was enormous, especially after such a resounding success. My fingers instinctively reached for the "Summon" button, and the image of the Rabbit's Foot nestled comfortably in my inventory kept popping up in my mind. Thirty minutes of absolute, concentrated luck... If I activated it right before a draw, the probability of pulling something Legendary or even Divine should skyrocket to astronomical heights! I could almost physically feel the golden and rainbow beams of light illuminating the room, character templates of celestial levels materializing before me, artifacts capable of reshaping the very fabric of reality, or abilities making me practically omnipotent. It was damnably, devilishly tempting. I could get something that would solve all my problems in one fell swoop.
But then, like a cold shower, the calm and utterly pragmatic voice of my inner Phil Coulson echoed in my mind.
"Stop, Smith. Don't give in to the gambling urge. Analyze. Weigh the risks."
Gacha is, at its core, a casino, a lottery, a game of chance. Even with such incredible luck as promised by the Rabbit's Foot, there is no hundred-percent guarantee of getting exactly what I vitally need right now. What if I spend those precious thirty minutes—a whole half-hour of pure luck!—and the System, even under such a powerful buff, gives me, say, a collection of Legendary postage stamps from an alternative universe or a Divine cross-stitch kit? Yes, they would be items of the highest rarity, but would they be useful?
Coulson was right in his caution. The risk of getting something impressive but useless was real. And the Foot was undoubtedly an invaluable trump card for a critical combat situation, for saving a life, for changing the course of events at the exact moment needed. Trading it for a random Gacha set seemed wasteful. But...
This time, something inside me resisted that cold calculation. What if I looked at it from another perspective? I currently have 26 Gacha Points. Only four points were missing to the next threshold of 30 GP, which would allow for three multi-rolls. Given my usual influx of GP from daily system bonuses and minor tasks, I could accumulate the missing points in about four days, maybe a little more. Thirty Gacha Points—that's thirty chances. Thirty chances multiplied by thirty minutes of absolute luck from the Rabbit's Foot! That's not just a poke in the dark; it's a concentrated barrage on Fortune with every gun I have. The probability of getting not just one, but several Legendary or even Divine items or abilities in such a scenario became not just high, but almost guaranteed.
Yes, there is always a chance of getting "Legendary stamps." Но there is also a chance of getting something that fundamentally changes the balance of power. A new powerful template that can be assimilated after Quicksilver. A legendary defensive ability that makes me or my allies practically invulnerable. Or an artifact capable of neutralizing the Goblin's technology or even reversing his madness. With threats at the level of the Green Goblin, and possibly worse in the future, such a chance for a qualitative leap in power could be decisive. Perhaps exactly such a lucky roll will prevent the very critical situation for which I would otherwise have saved the Foot. It was a calculated risk, an investment in future might.
"Alright, Coulson, your arguments are accepted," I mentally nodded to my inner agent.
"But this time, I'm playing big. The plan is: no single or even double rolls now. I'll save Gacha Points up to thirty. It'll take about four days. And then—the jackpot. I'll activate the Rabbit's Foot and spend all 30 GP on three consecutive multi-summons. This will be my finest hour in the Gacha. Or an epic failure, but with such luck, I'm betting on the former."
The decision brought a strange relief. Instead of uncertainty—a clear plan. Instead of denying temptation—postponing it and turning it into a strategic move.
Accordingly, the question of spending 20 GP on two multi-summons right now disappeared on its own. It would be irrational given the new plan. Every Gacha Point was now on the count for the future "golden" draw. The adrenaline from recent acquisitions still demanded a continuation of the banquet, but now that desire was directed into a more constructive channel—the anticipation of a future, even more large-scale success.
I forced myself to distract from thoughts of the Gacha and focus on the current state of affairs. Even if an incredible haul awaits me in four days, the fight with the Goblin might happen sooner. And for that, I needed to soberly assess available resources.
So, analysis of current assets. What do I have to fight this specific, already quite tangible threat in the person of Norman Osborn, who has turned into a flying maniac with pumpkin bombs? I needed to soberly and impartially evaluate my arsenal.
My own resources in the context of the confrontation with the Green Goblin:
Character Templates:
Quicksilver (Pietro Maximoff) (Epic, 47% assimilation): Without a doubt, my main trump card against such a fast, maneuverable, and unpredictable opponent as the Goblin on his glider. Super-speed, absurdly accelerated reaction, the ability to see the world in slow motion—when pumpkin bombs fly as if thrown by a lazy hand and the Goblin himself seems like a frozen statue—even at the current level of assimilation, this gives a colossal tactical advantage. I will be able to dodge his attacks, divert the threat from Peter and 2B, and deliver lightning-fast counter-attacks. The main task is to continue grueling training to raise the assimilation percentage to at least 60-70% by the time of the presumed clash. Each additional percent is more speed, more control, more chances for victory. Side effects of character—impatience, arrogance, hotheadedness—are a serious problem requiring constant, second-by-second self-control. In a fight with such a psychopath as the Goblin, who will surely try to rattle me and provoke me, any loss of control could be fatal. Here, Coulson's composure, his ability to keep a cool head even under a hail of bullets... or pumpkin bombs, will come to my aid.
Phil Coulson (S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent) (Rare, 100% assimilation): My internal strategist, tactician, and analyst. His composure, analytical mind, deep knowledge of security protocols, firearm skills, and rich operational experience are indispensable for planning our actions, assessing threats, developing countermeasures, and coordinating with Peter and 2B. It is Coulson in my head who will calculate the Goblin's flight paths, analyze his favorite tricks, and search for weak points in his armor and weaponry. He is my foundation of rationality, my fuse against impulsive decisions that Quicksilver will push me toward. Against such a brilliant, albeit insane, opponent as Osborn, it is Coulson's methodical nature and attention to detail that could prove decisive.
Dominic Toretto (Rare, 100% assimilation): World-class driving skills, of course, are unlikely to be useful in an aerial battle with a glider, unless the Goblin suddenly decides to race through the streets. However, his knowledge of mechanics and ability to "feel" technology already help me and Peter with gadgets. Perhaps he can suggest some non-standard solutions for disabling the Goblin's glider using available materials or city environment features. His ability to improvise in combat, especially in urban conditions, and find non-standard solutions can be very useful. And his famous sense of "family"... surprisingly, it helps me prioritize correctly, reminding me that I am fighting not just for myself.
Kyon (Ordinary Schoolboy) (Common, 100% assimilation): Well... he exists. His stoic "I don't care" attitude and ability to sarcastically comment on the surrounding absurdity (albeit only in my head) sometimes help me not go crazy from all this madness. When a pumpkin bomb explodes a couple of meters from you and your android ally deflects it with a sword, a little healthy cynicism doesn't hurt. And knowledge of Japanese at a school level... unlikely to help against the Goblin, unless Osborn suddenly turns out to be a fan of haiku.
Raymond "T-Bone" Kinney (Rare, in Inventory): A genius hacker capable of hacking anything and a master at creating gadgets from junk and duct tape. Postponed for now due to the impossibility of parallel assimilation with Quicksilver, but his skills in hacking complex security systems (especially ctOS-like ones, which I wouldn't be surprised if Oscorp or even HYDRA, standing behind all this mess, have) and creating non-standard electronic devices are exactly what might be needed in the future if the Goblin turns out to be just the tip of the iceberg. He will need to be assimilated immediately after Quicksilver, or summoned if possible.
Abilities:
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