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Shigaraki in Marvel

Read about a teenagers descent into madness and destruction as he faces the reality of the marvel world. Not only does he face the reality of marvel but also fights with it hand to hand, read about him versus the rest of the world.

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Repent

Tomuras grin was tearing at his dry lips as he fired lead into the approaching Mutant, Wolverine could take it just fine sadly but it is what it is.

But at least his plan had worked!

He tricked Xavier and then led Natalia over to the American cashier who had a gun ever so conveniently pointed at him.

And the rest of the plan was going just perfect, Xavier was caught with the hand and he was out here.

The Hand is great!

His grin wasn't dropping anytime soon, especially now that every mutant, bar Xavier was now in the building.

He placed his palm against the wall directly behind him and laughed as he fell back through the dust into the house next door.

He only laughed harder as the Chinese restaurant fell ontop of the X-Men and that damn redhead!

He noticed a family in the corner of his vision, he met eyes with the terrified mother of the family and gave her a grin that had her shielding her sons eyes from him.

That only made him laugh all the harder.

He heard the crumbling of bricks and saw the silhouette of Wolverine rise from the remains of the restaurant. A fire had already broken out which didn't surprise him, the amount of deep fryers that place must have had, it's no surpirse.

The family had already ran out the door as soon as his attention was diverted, he scowled and met eyes with the raging X-Man.

"Your lucky your not meeting the old me bub" the man growled.

Tomura laughed "Well I would say something along the lines back but…well to say your lucky to be meeting me at all is a lie" Tomuras grin widened as his gray hair blew past his scarlet eyes.

Wolverine pounced.

Tomura had never seen speed like it.

He barely avoided a shining claw, the other two left deep lacerations on his face. Tomura felt his eyes widen involuntary, this guy…he's trying to kill him.

With that type of speed Tomura will be a corspe quicker than that damn cashier.

The sounds of crumbling brick, screams, shouting and coughing riled him up sure, but not enough to die.

Without a second if hesitation he dropped to a to the floor disintegrated it, they both dropped to a basement down below. Tomura then used the moment to run up the stairs of the small basement, disintegrate the door blocking his way and then turn the other wall blocking his way to dust.

His feet slapped against the ground quickly as he heard the family's house crashing down on top of the X-Man behind him.

He fleed the scene, leaving behind 2 collapsed buildings behind with dust surrounding the crime scene like an ominous fog.

A beastial scream that sent shivers down his spine was released from the X-Man that was pinned down by a few ton.

Tomuras eyes were the brightest they had ever been and his grin larger than any other.

Charles Xavier felt a tingling at the back of his skull, he turned smoothly and faced the large rotting hand.

"You are?" He asked smoothly his tone as calm as can be. No matter how he may feel on the inside he needs to keep calm.

"Him" it answered, desperation in his tone.

"Your not Tomura, you're a hand, an entity, servant etc etc, you are not Tomura" he explained to the odd being, Tomura wasn't here and that was disturbing, but this thing had its own mind.

He needed information.

It was not Tomura.

The hand only spasmed as a response.

"Where am I?" Charles asked the entity.

The entity didn't respond, Charles sighed. He needed information, this mutant ability was something he could potentially learn about. "What is Tomuras mutant ability?"

The hand started to laugh. "Mutant! He is no Mutant!"

Charles hummed, he definitely is a mutant Cerebro reveals him as such. "Oh he most certainly is a mutant."

The hand only laughed "He is much more than mutant!" It said mutant with disgust lacing its tone.

Charles furrowed his brow "Then what is he then?"

The hand said something that chilled Charles to the bone.

"An Avatar"

"To who?!" Charles responded back immediately.

"C'mon Professor" Jean Grey shook her teachers unconscious form, the team had just got back from another routine recruitment and had come into quite the fight.

Logan was all banged up but already healed before he even got here, Charles was unconscious and Rogue was lucky to get out alive.

Colossus was fine, luckily he shielded the two SHEILD agents, it would be a real annoyance if Fury was to get on the mutants case.

She should have been with them.

She sighed as she tried to gently probe his mind but if she went any harder she might forcibly wake the man which is not what she needed right now.

She sighed and dragged her hand down her face, but quickly was alerted as her Professor sat up from the medical bed in a hurry panting.

"Professor! Are you okay?" Jean urgently asked the older man.

Professor Xavier turned to her with a solemn look on his face. "Don't worry Jean, thank you for helping me" he said with a weak smile on his face.

His mind however was racing, an Avatar…of what! Another Phoenix, no, he looked towards his concerned student and sighed.

What does this mean for the future.

Natasha only heard ringing in her ears, they were just picked up by a SHIELD jet and unfortunately she wouldn't get a moment to think.

"WHAT WAS THAT AGENTS!" The booming voice of Fury was like someone was hacking at her skull with a butter knife.

He was pissed, that was putting it lightly.

Fury took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Agents-" his teeth were gritting and his fists were clenched Natasha realised. "You have not only failed in this mission but were outplayed, by a teenager."

"The X-Men-" Barton tried to explain but Fury cut him off quickly.

"I don't care, there are always unexplained events in missions and while this was a rather big one, I do no understand how the mutant got away, did yo-" Fury ranted, Natasha started thinking about that mutant.

She had purposely taught the teenager boxing with very large easy exploitative holes in his defense, but he had changed the style.

In two weeks he adapted a boxing style and turned it into his own, with feints and primarily focused on not punching but mainly footwork that would corner an opponent.

Then not only had he tricked her, he had those mutants wrapped around his finger.

And he killed Agent Law.

A sweet enough woman who only wanted to help, Natasha sighed. She had never been one to mourn the deaths of anyone.

But she had been built for one thing.

Hate.

And that, she was feeling a whole lot of it right now.