A quiet breeze swept through the Foundation's world, as if it crossed the screen and gently brushed the audience's faces. It came from beyond space, beyond dimensions. Even through their monitors, people felt its power.
On the screen, the world once colored in an eerie blue slowly returned to its original shades. Raindrops washed away the supernatural blue aura, dissolving it into nothing.
This was the moment SCP-3396's power vanished.
It failed.
The strange effect that had infected the entire world—gone.
There was a brief silence across every livestream, across every channel. People watching from all corners of the Marvel universe could barely believe what they saw.
Then, like thunder breaking through a storm, the silence turned into a roar.
"No way! Did all the mutants recover but lose their new powers?"
"Did James really do it?!"
"How did he just erase the effects of SCP-3396? That thing could give people godlike power!"
"Are we saying he… neutralized SCP-3396 completely?"
The shock was universal.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, stunned agents stared blankly at the screen.
"Is it... really over?" one asked in disbelief.
No one had an answer. The looming war between the SCP Foundation and the mutants had just... ended.
Vanished.
Solved not with weapons, but by a man who barely anyone saw coming—James.
Natasha Romanoff narrowed her eyes. "What exactly did he do?"
Nick Fury stood silently, eyes locked on the screen. He didn't know the answer either.
But one thing was clear—SCP-3396 had been neutralized.
And James had done it.
The same man who was offered a path to power beyond imagination... and refused.
Others would have accepted the godhood in a heartbeat. Villains would have destroyed entire cities for it. Even Fury, ever calculating, felt tempted.
But James?
He turned away from the temptation. And now, the world was safe because of that decision.
"That's real strength," Fury muttered.
In Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One closed her eyes, sensing the magical waves fade.
The dangerous thaumaturgical particles were evaporating like morning mist under the sun.
"He succeeded," she whispered.
If every human had gained powers rivaling sorcerers, it would've spelled doom. The balance would shatter. Chaos would rise.
She shuddered at the thought.
Elsewhere, deep in space, the Watcher—Uatu—watched with interest.
"Neutralized… truly neutralized," he said with mild amazement.
SCP-3396 wasn't like other anomalies. It wasn't immortal. It wasn't a monster. It didn't warp reality like SCP-239. It didn't regenerate like SCP-682.
But it had something far more dangerous: the ability to grant godhood.
And that gift almost destroyed the world.
Uatu saw what many feared—the Foundation's core beliefs were challenged.
What was their purpose if all humanity became anomalous?
In the end, James had done the impossible. He restored the balance without becoming a god himself.
Back on Earth, near Death Valley, the rain fell steadily as Foundation supervisors stood like statues.
The haunting second blue moon above the site faded away.
"It's over," one of them—Victor Hale—finally whispered.
Relief spread like a wave.
Another supervisor chuckled nervously, "I just had the craziest dream. The mutants destroyed us, stormed the site, and freed all the anomalies. Everything burned…"
There was silence. Everyone knew—it could've happened.
"If James hadn't succeeded," another supervisor said quietly, "that dream would've been reality."
Then came the chilling statement:
"Notice 12. The plan can be changed."
Eyes turned sharply. Not all agreed.
"You're still pushing this agenda?" one snapped at Victor Hale.
Victor stood firm. "We've all seen the signs. Anomalies re-emerging, threats we thought long gone now crawling back into the world…"
She wasn't done.
"When was the last time we successfully contained a Keter-class SCP?"
"Site-19 is hanging by threads. Can we afford another breach?"
"We've shut down project after project. We disbanded Omega-7. We've banned SCP weaponization. We tiptoe around cross-testing."
Her voice rose with each sentence.
"The Foundation has become cold, timid, terrified of change."
She looked around, drenched in rain, but her gaze was burning.
"When did we become the kind of people who consider blowing up the Earth with SCP-2000 as a first response?"
Dead silence followed.
Someone muttered, "It would break all Foundation protocols."
Victor turned sharply. "Are our protocols built around giving up when things get hard?"
The screen turned black.
The audience never saw James. Nor did they hear the O5 Council's final ruling on the Rebirth Plan.
But one thing became clear:
Some within the Foundation were ready to break free from the old system.
The Rebirth Plan—whatever it truly was—was a rebellion against tradition.
Dr. Clef sat alone, staring at a pistol and a paper list.
It was the same list Victor Hale had shown James earlier.
James had rejected it.
But Clef? He had no choice.
He waited.
Would fire consume the Foundation?
Or would a new rain wash away its sins?
His eyes caught movement.
Wind blew the list away. Names flashed by.
Dr. Kondraki. Dr. Gears. Professor Kain.
Then—James.
The chat exploded.
"WHY is James on the kill list?!"
"They're trying to KILL their savior??!"
"These are the top minds of the Foundation! Without them, who's left?"
"James just saved the world, and now they want him dead?"
At Stark Industries, Tony Stark nearly dropped his glass.
"Are you kidding me?" he shouted.
He stared at the list, stunned to see James' name on it.
"This is how they thank the guy who saved them?! With a bullet?!"
Colonel Rhodes was calmer, more thoughtful.
"Maybe it's a requirement for the plan."
"What plan?" Stark snapped. "The 'kill all your best scientists' plan?!"
"No," Rhodes said slowly. "Think about the word: Rebirth."
He continued, "To be reborn... first, you have to die."
Stark froze.
"...So they fake their deaths. Disappear. Start over?"
Rhodes nodded. "That's the only way it makes sense."
Stark's mind raced. "Of course! Keep it secret. These doctors vanish, but they aren't dead. They go underground. New identities. New mission."
Rhodes crossed his arms. "Exactly."
Stark added, "And now that the Council agrees, they can act freely."
"Maybe," Rhodes said. "Maybe not."
But Stark wasn't discouraged.
He looked up at the sky—
And gasped.
The screen changed.
There he was. James.
He had returned.
The man who refused godhood. The man who neutralized the uncontainable. The man the Foundation feared... and needed.
The world watched. And trembled.
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