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Dr. William Stryker leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk creeping onto his lips as he reflected on the journey of Subject Omega from a mere infant in a pod to the formidable weapon he had become. The past five years had been a whirlwind of experimentation, training, and brutal conditioning, but every moment had been necessary. Omega was not just another project; he was the culmination of years of research, ambition, and an obsession with creating the ultimate weapon.

Stryker remembered the day the child had first been brought to him. At just eight months old, Omega had been submerged in that glass pod, a tiny body radiating an otherworldly aura. The energy from the Scepter had coursed through him, and Stryker had been instantly captivated by the potential that lay dormant within the boy. As he watched the monitor displaying Omega's vital signs, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the possibilities ahead. This child could be more than they ever dreamed—more than any other super-soldier before him.

The initial tests had confirmed Stryker's theories. Under the Scepter's influence, the boy's physical development had accelerated. With each passing week, Omega's growth patterns evolved—his muscles became more defined, his coordination improved, and his healing factor surpassed that of the Winter Soldier. Stryker's pulse quickened as he recalled the moments when the tests revealed new capabilities. The boy's physical attributes began to reflect the enhancements promised by the serum they had infused into him, now adapted by the power of the Scepter.

During his first cognitive tests, Stryker had marveled at the child's rapid learning abilities. Omega's mind absorbed information like a sponge, understanding complex concepts that would stump other children his age. One evening, as he sat in his office reviewing the footage of Omega responding to verbal commands, Stryker felt a sense of pride in his work. The boy's reactions were quick, his intelligence alarming—he was everything they hoped for and more.

Then came the day when Omega's powers first activated. Stryker had gathered the team in the training room, eager to witness the next stage of the boy's evolution. They had been running a series of physical drills designed to push Omega to his limits, testing his strength and endurance. Stryker had instructed the trainers to apply pressure, to provoke a reaction.

As the trainers closed in, Omega's gaze sharpened. He seemed to feel the mounting tension in the room. In an instant, the air crackled around him, and a surge of dark green energy erupted from his form. It enveloped the trainers, lifting them off the ground and sending them crashing into the walls of the room. The shock on their faces was priceless.

"Excellent," Stryker muttered under his breath, jotting down notes in real-time. This was what he had been waiting for—the proof that the Scepter's energy had not only accelerated Omega's physical abilities but had also enhanced his latent powers.

Over the following months, Stryker designed a rigorous training regimen that combined physical conditioning with psychic exercises. Omega was subjected to grueling routines, ranging from combat training with the finest soldiers to sessions aimed at refining his telekinetic and telepathic skills. Stryker ensured that no training session ended without pushing Omega to his breaking point. The boy cried out in pain more times than he could count, but Stryker always pushed him to recover.

At times, Stryker wondered if he was too harsh. But the thought quickly faded as he reminded himself of the end goal: total domination. The world would kneel before HYDRA, and Omega would be their harbinger of power.

Through the years, Stryker had incorporated various tests into the training sessions. He had them measure Omega's pain threshold and endurance while administering electric shocks or subjecting him to intense physical challenges. He marveled at the boy's resilience, how he recovered rapidly, shaking off injuries that would have incapacitated a lesser being.

Omega's ability to absorb energy had been particularly interesting. During one session, Stryker watched as the boy inadvertently absorbed energy from a nearby generator, causing a temporary blackout in the training facility. The way Omega's body reacted—glowing with dark green energy—left Stryker entranced. It was clear that the Scepter's influence had intertwined with the boy's essence, creating a conduit for energy manipulation that was beyond anything they had previously encountered.

Yet, despite all the success, there remained a nagging concern. Stryker occasionally sensed an awareness in Omega—an understanding that transcended mere training. He would watch as the boy gazed at the wall, lost in thought, as if memories were trying to surface. Stryker dismissed it, convincing himself that such thoughts were irrelevant. Omega was a weapon, and that was all that mattered.

But as the years passed, Stryker's thoughts lingered on the potential consequences of Omega's evolving mind. If the boy began to understand his past, if he realized what had been done to him, the mission could unravel.

He had taken precautions. The branding of the HYDRA sigil on Omega's shoulder blade served as a constant reminder of his purpose. "You are a weapon, not a person," Stryker often repeated during training, ensuring Omega understood his place. Still, the boy's occasional distant look worried him. There was a flicker of something in Omega's eyes—a hint of defiance?

"Stay focused," Stryker would bark whenever he noticed the boy drifting away, and Omega would snap back, his expression returning to one of grim determination. 

Dr. William Stryker stood in his sterile laboratory, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the array of instruments and equipment scattered around. His mind raced with the implications of what he was about to do. Omega had proven himself time and again, but Stryker believed it was time to take the next step in the boy's evolution.

The key was the Scepter. It had the power to enhance abilities far beyond what they had previously achieved, and Stryker envisioned a future where Omega would harness that energy, becoming an unparalleled weapon for HYDRA.

As he laid out his plan, murmurs of dissent filled the room. Dr. Volkov and a couple of other scientists exchanged worried glances.

"This is a bad idea, Stryker," Volkov said, his voice tense. "The weapon could get hurt. We can't risk it until he's older and better trained."

Stryker's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. "You don't understand, Volkov. The boy has potential we have never seen before. We've been searching for the right moment to harness the Scepter's energy, and now it has arrived."

"But the risks—" another scientist interjected, but Stryker silenced him with a glare.

"No risks, no rewards. This could be our breakthrough," he insisted. "Imagine what Omega could do with the Scepter's energy. We've already seen how he absorbs different energies; think of the possibilities."

With that, Stryker made the decision. They would proceed with the experiment.

Hours later, Omega was escorted to a solitary white room, stark and empty except for a single door on the far wall. As he entered, the soft hum of the facility's systems filled the silence. He looked around, confusion etched on his young face. A microphone crackled to life, and a voice echoed through the speakers.

"Walk through the door," it commanded.

Omega hesitated for a moment, sensing the weight of the moment. He felt a strange pull towards that door as if it held the answers he sought. With a deep breath, he stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Inside, he was met with a sight that sent a chill down his spine: the Scepter was encased in a glass box, its surface shimmering with an ethereal glow. Omega could feel it before he even stepped closer—an energy that resonated within him, familiar yet alien. It pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, and he could almost sense its emotions. There was a strange sense of happiness emanating from it as if the Scepter recognized him.

"Look at the Scepter's response," Stryker's voice crackled through the intercom. He was watching from behind the cameras, alongside Volkov. "We're onto something."

With a press of a button, the glass cage clicked open, and Stryker's voice boomed again. "I want you to grab the Scepter and absorb its energy like you do with electricity and other forms of energy, Omega."

Omega understood the significance of the Scepter. It belonged to Loki. He had seen glimpses of it in memories that flitted through his mind like shadows. It contained an Infinity Stone, a piece of unimaginable power. He knew that touching it could enhance his abilities to levels he had never imagined—or it could be his end. Both options hovered in his mind, but his body remained frozen, caught between fear and intrigue.

Stryker's impatience grew palpable. "I said touch the Scepter!" he barked, slamming his hand on the control panel.

At that moment, Omega felt a surge of pain coursing through his body, sharp and relentless. The electricity surged within him, forcing his limbs to move despite the agony. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to walk forward, reaching for the Scepter.

As his fingers wrapped around the smooth surface, an explosion of energy coursed through him—like lightning igniting every nerve ending. His body lit up with dark green energy, and he could see the Scepter's own glow intertwining with it, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.

"Look at this," Stryker exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of awe and anticipation. "He's absorbing its energy!"

But then Omega began to convulse, the overwhelming power surging through him like a tempest. He felt his nose bleed, followed by a searing pain in his ears as blood dripped down his face. The camera feed flickered as Volkov and Stryker exchanged panicked glances.

"Let go!" Stryker shouted, but Omega couldn't respond. He was trapped in a torrent of energy, his body wracked with pain, the dark green energy thrumming around the room while the yellow veins of the Scepter's power pulsed through him.

From the depths of the facility, Wanda Maximoff lay in her training session, lost in her thoughts when she suddenly felt a sharp pain stab through her body. It was like a flare of anguish, sending her into a spiral of distress. She screamed, her powers flaring out of control, causing everything in the training room to levitate and then explode outward, sending debris flying.

"Wanda!" her brother Pietro yelled as he was knocked against the wall, the force of her powers sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned, clutching his head in pain, while Wanda rushed to his side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, panic lacing her voice. But he kept screaming, the sound piercing through the chaos.

In her mind, flashes of a little hand reached out, grabbing the Scepter before the vision faded into white. Confusion gripped her as the world around her spun, darkness creeping into her vision.

Across the globe, Bucky Barnes was deep into his own training, sweat glistening on his forehead as he threw punches at an imagined enemy. Suddenly, a pulse of pain wracked his body, causing him to stumble back, clutching his head in agony. He gasped, feeling the world tilt around him, and in that moment of vulnerability, a vision flickered before him—a small child reaching for a glowing object, a hand reaching toward the Scepter.

"Ugh!" he yelled in frustration, the vision flashing too quickly for him to grasp. It was an ache that pierced through his mind, but before he could gather his thoughts, darkness enveloped him.

Back in the lab, Omega clung to the Scepter, his body shaking violently as he felt the energy coursing through him, threatening to tear him apart. He was lost in a storm of light and pain, and somewhere in the distance, he could hear Stryker's frantic voice yelling commands, but they faded away into the cacophony of chaos that engulfed him. 

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With a final surge of power, Omega felt the unbearable intensity of the energy coursing through him. The Scepter pulsed with a bright, yellow glow, and in a moment of instinctive desperation, he yanked his hand away from it. The moment he let go, the world around him shifted, and the cacophony of power began to fade.

Stryker's voice cut through the haze. "Shut it down!" he commanded, panic rising in his tone. He pressed a button on the console, and the glass box enclosing the Scepter sealed shut with a resounding thud, silencing its glow. The hum of energy faded, leaving only the echoes of Omega's convulsions.

Within moments, a team of medics rushed into the room, their faces a mix of urgency and concern. They approached Omega cautiously, scanning him with their devices as he lay on the floor, still trembling from the energy surge.

"His vitals are unstable," one medic reported, eyes wide as he examined the readings. "Healing rates are slowing down dramatically. We need to stabilize him!"

But just as they moved closer, Omega's body began to convulse again. Dark green energy erupted around him, swirling like a storm, creating a cocoon of light that enveloped him. It glowed fiercely, pulsating as if it had a life of its own, and then, in an astonishing display of power, it lifted him off the ground.

"Get back!" Stryker shouted, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. As the medics reached out to touch the glowing energy, they were thrown back as if struck by an invisible force, crashing against the walls. The energy was too powerful, too volatile.

Inside the cocoon, Omega felt different. The warmth of his own power surrounded him, cocooning him like a chrysalis. It was comforting yet overwhelming. Days turned into weeks as he remained suspended in this state, time losing all meaning. The world outside faded into silence, the chaos of the lab replaced by an otherworldly stillness.

During this time, Stryker and his team monitored the cocoon from a distance. The facility buzzed with speculation and concern. How long could this last? What was happening to the boy? They had never seen anything like it.

Days stretched into months, and the cocoon pulsed rhythmically, a heartbeat of its own. Stryker grew restless, his curiosity mingled with frustration. He had never planned for this, and it was both thrilling and unsettling to witness a transformation that could alter everything they knew about power and control.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the cocoon began to shift. The energy pulsed more rapidly, glowing brighter and brighter until, with a blinding flash, it erupted outward, scattering the remnants of the cocoon into the air like glittering confetti.

As the light dimmed, Stryker stepped closer, breath held in anticipation. What lay before him was not the same child they had placed in the lab months ago.

Gone was the boy, and in his place stood a young man—around thirteen years old. Omega's features had sharpened, his body more muscular and defined. His dark hair framed his face, and remnants of the green energy still flickered around him like sparks, giving him an almost ethereal appearance.

But before he could fully acclimate to his new reality, Omega's legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Stryker, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and concern, quickly barked orders to the guards. "Get him up! Take him to the lab immediately," he commanded, urgency threading through his voice. "We need to run more tests to understand what just happened."

As the guards rushed forward, carefully lifting Omega's limp form, Stryker felt a mix of frustration and fascination. This transformation was unprecedented; he needed to analyze every aspect of it. Whatever had occurred during Omega's time in the cocoon was critical to their ongoing research.

"Move quickly," he instructed, following closely behind as they carried the boy to the sterile environment of the lab, where the next phase of experimentation awaited. The answers they sought lay within this new iteration of Subject Omega, and Stryker was determined to uncover them, no matter the cost.

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