I'm Alexander Pierce's son

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After a week, I was finally given access to the workshop. Some of the materials were free to use, but for access to rare alloys or ingredients, you had to pay out of your wallet. And while this was a problem for some students, with my finances it was even beneficial. At least that's what I thought at first. It turned out that similarly rich and bright students were quite common. So the warehouse manager imposed a limit on the amount of materials I could buy. It was a little frustrating, but the possibility of buying from outside nobody cancelled.

Walking around the workshop I made notes about the equipment. Some of it I had already looked at and was going to buy before the training started. But most of the equipment on the list had only just made it onto my list. Ever since the battle with the Abomination, I had started to develop one interesting piece of equipment. Even after reinforcement, my fire cannot demonstrate maximum efficiency in battle. It consumes too much energy for serious combat. And even its killing power is not worth the cost. The abomination though received serious wounds from my attack, but the moment it was loaded, I noticed them getting a little smaller. So I needed something to increase the damage dealt without a sudden spike in energy expenditure. This was a challenge. You can't make a hellfire worse by throwing a can of petrol or a couple of gas cans at it.

So I decided to start by concentrating on the problem of dispersing the area of attack. To make a really strong attack, I had to cover my weapon with a film of fire. And even considering that the cost would decrease over time, this was an extremely inefficient way of fighting. I didn't consider myself lucky enough to get into close combat with monsters like Abomination and Hulk and get away with it every time. I urgently needed something for long-range combat. Ordinary bullets covered in a film of fire were effective, but their penetration power was limited by their original proportions.

So for the third day I spent all my free time in the workshop trying to refine my ammunition model. The first samples resembled a sniper calibre and were about 12mm. But on the second day I was able to reduce them to 8mm. The core was like a mini grenade. It was stuffed with a bunch of hellfire-hardened tiny fragments. In the charging chamber, instead of gunpowder, I put a special explosive mixture. It didn't have a name. There was only a price tag in the warehouse. As I understood it, it was mined in some rare place. That's why the price was so steep. $50 a gram for this mixture.

Some would say that's too expensive. But only people who haven't seen this stuff in action would say that. Even one gram of it would make an explosion equal to a huge gunpowder slide. So it was perfect for me. Of course, first I had to sign a paper saying that if I got blown off, I had no claim on the shield. And I was, of course, immediately asked in an orderly tone to move to a separate room. But having fulfilled all the instructions of my overseers, I was free to make my creations.

By the end of the fourth day, I was faced with the problem of the shell casing. Namely its fragility. With the right proportions of mixture, the shell was torn to shreds. In principle, as well as part of the muzzle. Having tortured over this problem for about three hours, I noticed one peculiarity. Even after all the explosions, my hardened shards did not change in any way. After spending another hour on unnoticeable hardening of a new cartridge case, I finally achieved the desired result. The bullet had survived the explosion. This discovery made my task much easier. Now many materials not suitable because of their strength could be considered again for experimentation. The killing power of this little thing was beyond all expectations. The heaviest body armour available for testing was blasted through and through. And by that I mean the front plate, the gutter protruding behind the man and the rear armour.

After spending a couple more days tweaking it to perfection, I've got a killer piece. When fired, the bullet had a velocity of 1600m/s and a maximum range of 9000m. On impact with the target, my baby sinks in deeper, followed by a second detonation of a much smaller mixture. It scatters shrapnel all over my foe's carcass. And after that, it's up to me. And though it was impossible to check it on the territory of the shield, but having got out for a walk I was able to find some connection with hardened metal. About 150 metres away from me, I can cover any hardened piece of metal with a film of fire. In doing so, I don't even have to see it. I just feel them. Now my enemies are in for a very unpleasant fate. I can literally roast them from the inside out. And I'm not talking about a supernatural attack. For them to survive a simple hit from a bullet like that is a pretty big challenge.

Of course, not every gun can shoot these babies. So I created a separate barrel for them. It looked like a desert eagle. Maybe just a little bigger and heavier. This fat bird weighed about four kilos. A normal man couldn't fire a piece of metal like that. But it was just fine for me. Inside, this creature was quite different from its counterparts. The most obvious change was the reloading system. Since creating a bunch of magazines for it was a very painful and thankless task. I made the charging system more innovative. For this modification I even got a couple of levels in engineer. Probably if it had been done by me alone, they would have given me a dozen. Instead of a side cover, I had an opening wall. Inside it were special reinforced magnets. A small part of the sleeve was coated with a special compound. It interacted with them and when the button on the barrel was pressed, the bullets, as one not unknown shield stood in the right position for firing. So in the heat of battle you could simply pull out a handful of ammunition and by pressing the button get a full ammunition supply.

Of course, I had a lot of problems in creating such a reloading system. But someone helped me to solve them very quickly.

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Two days ago.

Sitting on his new toy, Rain didn't even notice the guy coming up behind him. The intruder looked rather unremarkable. A grey waistcoat over a slightly wrinkled navy blue shirt and black trousers. But there were sparks of hidden potential in his gaze. Looking at our hero's creation from over his shoulder, he understood the idea and the mistake in its realisation in just a couple of minutes. But it was much more difficult for him to express his thoughts than to make calculations on quantum physics. After hesitating for about a dozen minutes, he was still able to express his idea.

-You're using the wrong material. - Quite quietly said the guy.

Turning to the source of the unknown voice Rain, froze. In front of him stood Leopold Fitz. The same kid who had managed to create a fucking time machine. It was pretty fucked up, of course. And threw him and his colleagues into a parallel reality. But he fucking built it. I realise it was based on the monolith. But the guy had no examples, no experiments. Tony had a direct eyewitness to the microcosm, pyma particles and a ready-made version of ant technology. Fitz, on the other hand, made his car literally out of shit and stone. And this mind will spend his time building a simple non-lethal weapon and a couple of inventions. If he had more money, new inventions would flow. The same machine that gathers information on non-humans. It could determine a person's future strength without terragenesis. Yes, it was very painful. But I think it's good to know what an extra can of sprats can do to you.

And if he could reengineer the technology for mutants. Technology could be less painful because unlike non-humans, gene X has already rebuilt the organism at birth. And what's happening to teenagers is just activation of dormant potential. It's much more convenient to learn to control your power knowing the full extent of its potential. But I'm dreaming. There's a guy who doesn't know where to look.

-Yeah? -Show me which one's best.

-Okay. - And so it began. If initially Leopold looked like a modest and not very sociable guy. But after the dialogue about alloys, he just radically transformed. Information poured out of him like a cornucopia. He pointed out some flaws in my drawings. He even said that he could get me the formula for one substance that is highly susceptible to magnetism. Only he'd have to meet a friend of his. When I asked him what kind of friend he was, he answered rather evasively, but it was immediately clear to me who he was. But why didn't he want to introduce me to her? Is he afraid of competition?

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High in the sky above the Atlantic Ocean was a huge flying aircraft carrier. A black man sat in a minimalist office. He was reading a report on a fascinating personality. Opposite him stood two agents.

-Our people surely can't replicate this result? - Fury asked the head of the science and technology division.

-No sir. We've only been able to extract a couple of dozen grams of altered metal during the entire time the facility has been in operation. A large loss could have led to detection by the target. - Reported the agent.

-Okay, we'll deal with that later. - Nick frowned.

-Phil, I need your opinion on Pierce. You have a good sense of talent. - The shield chief turned to Colson, lighting a cigar.

-Based on his record of training and his record of the fight with Blonsky. Barton suggested we start by running the kid with the Kick. And then consider adding him to the squad. -Special Agent Nick announced his verdict.

-Sir I believe...

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