MY HAREM IN DC & MARVEL MULTIVERSE

Here you go 3 chapters together. I will take a few day break. So, don't forget to give those power stones. Or else, I might get angry and stop uploading for the month.😎😎

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As Jessica delivered the final blow, a sudden cloud of gas engulfed the area, its pungent odor permeating the air. She gasped, instinctively covering her mouth and nose, but it was too late. The sedative effects of the gas quickly took hold, and darkness descended upon her.

"Nighty, nighty," A mocking voice came to her ears just before the darkness.

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Jessica's groggy consciousness began to resurface. She blinked, her vision hazy and disoriented, only to find herself trapped inside a cramped container. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut — she was no longer in control, and Luke was nowhere to be seen.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅? 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒆?

She strained against her restraints, her heart pounding with a mix of panic and frustration.

𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒈𝒈! 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔! 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌!

But as she tested her strength, she discovered a devastating truth — her powers had been neutralized. The once formidable strength that had defined her was now rendered useless, leaving her vulnerable and trapped.

𝑵𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

Her mind raced, searching for a way out. But as her gaze surveyed the container, she realized the full extent of her predicament. It wasn't just her freedom at stake; there were other sedated children trapped alongside her, innocent lives unknowingly caught in the web of AMO.

𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒊𝒕! 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔?! 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?

Her eyes fell upon a small ventilation grate, barely larger than her finger, the only potential point of catching a glimpse outside. She struggled against her restraints, straining to reach the grate, but it was futile. The container was designed to keep her contained, to prevent any chance of escape.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

Her mind raced through countless scenarios, seeking a solution, an opportunity to turn the tide in her favor. But with each passing moment, her frustration grew, knowing that time was slipping away, and her chances of rescue were dwindling.

𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚. 𝑾𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑨𝑴𝑶, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

Determined not to succumb to despair, Jessica kept her senses sharp, her eyes scanning every corner of the container for any potential weakness or clue. She knew that even in the darkest of moments, there was always a glimmer of hope, a chance to defy the odds and emerge victorious.

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏, 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝑴𝑶 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔.

As she tried to break free, another spray of gas from the ventilation grate took her consciousness.

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As Jessica's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbed with a dull ache, a lingering reminder of the sedatives that had robbed her of consciousness. Blinking away the haze, she gradually became aware of her surroundings—a sterile, white room with minimal furnishings, bathed in an unnaturally bright light that cast harsh shadows on the sterile walls.

Her body felt heavy, her movements sluggish, as if the sedatives were still coursing through her veins. The room itself was small, with smooth, featureless surfaces and a single glass wall separating her from the outside world. Beyond the glass, she could see a bustling array of personnel in white coats, their purposeful movements a stark contrast to her current predicament.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏, 𝒊𝒕!

As her groggy mind cleared, Jessica's gaze shifted to the room itself, noting the numerous security measures in place. Cameras were positioned at strategic angles, monitoring her every move, and she could spot the faint outline of sensors embedded in the walls. The presence of armed guards stationed just beyond the glass wall served as a chilling reminder that escape was not an option.

She strained her ears to catch their conversations, but the container was soundproof.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.

Her muscles ached the remnants of her previous struggle evident in the soreness that radiated throughout her body. But it wasn't just physical fatigue that weighed her down; it was the realization that she was trapped, that her powers had been nullified, rendering her vulnerable and exposed.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.

As Jessica took in the scene before her, the activity outside the glass wall caught her attention. White coat-clad personnel moved with purpose, their expressions were focused and detached. She could sense the clinical atmosphere, the cold detachment with which they operated, treating her and the other mutants as mere subjects for their experiments.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔. 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Her gaze narrowed, her mind sharpened by a mixture of anger and determination. She knew that she couldn't let herself be reduced to a passive victim, that she had to find a way to fight back, not just for herself, but for all those innocent mutants whose lives hung in the balance.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕! 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝑴𝑶. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕...

As she contemplated her next move, Jessica's thoughts turned to Luke, her trusted ally who had vanished during the chaos of their encounter with the guards. She wondered if he was safe and if he had managed to escape their clutches.

𝑨𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒔. 𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕... 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆...

The realization of her vulnerability and the dire circumstances they faced weighed heavily on her.

[Beep] [Sizzz]

As the door swung open with a creak, Jessica found herself face-to-face with armed guards, their weapons trained on her with unwavering determination. Their stern expressions left no room for negotiation or resistance. She had no choice but to comply.

"Move!" one of the guards barked, his voice laced with authority.

Jessica's heart pounded in her chest as she took her first steps, accompanied by the menacing presence of the guards. The corridor outside her confinement echoed with the sound of hurried footsteps and hushed conversations. Straining to catch fragments of their discussion, she pieced together snippets of vital information.

"Dr. Margaret Andrews will oversee the experiments on the new subject," one lab worker whispered anxiously to another.

𝑫𝒓. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒔... 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆?

The mention of her name sent shivers down Jessica's spine, instilling a sense of foreboding. She knew that her fate hung in the balance, subject to the whims of this enigmatic figure who seemed to hold immense power within the facility.

A hushed conversation between two lab workers caught her attention. Their voices carried a mix of disbelief and alarm.

"Did you hear about Subject 0X? The rampage at the old Stars Lab? Dr. Arthur didn't make it."

Subject 0X... The name struck a chord within Jessica's memory, a faint echo of something significant.

"Their masterpiece... How did he regain his memories? The implanted ones should have overwritten everything."

Jessica's mind raced with questions. Who was Subject 0X, and how did he manage to escape the clutches of the facility? The mention of overwritten memories hinted at a sinister truth, a tale of manipulation and rebellion.

"...no trace of that freak... now those undead bastards."

As the conversation faded into the distance, Jessica's thoughts whirled with a mix of fear and intrigue. She had become entangled in a web of secrecy and experimentation, surrounded by forces far beyond her understanding.

𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝟎𝑿... 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏, 𝒊𝒕! 𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘.

Her determination hardened, fueled by the knowledge that she was not alone in this fight. There were others who had defied the odds, who had dared to challenge the constraints imposed upon them. And she vowed to join their ranks, to forge a path of resistance against the oppressive regime that sought to control them.

After walking through the dark hallways, the guard stabbed a needle in her neck from behind.

𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒈! 𝑾𝒉𝒂... 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌!

Jessica fell unconscious once again.

"Have a good sleep, sweetheart. Because very soon, we are going to fuck your tight holes after that lunatic Dr. Andrews has done grafting your body..." The guard said with a sadistic grin.

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AN: Done with Jessica's chs. You know what happened after that. Ophelia in the guise of Dr. Andrews met her on that operating table.

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