[A/N]: I hate to ask this again, but with engagement dropping so drastically, I'm genuinely disheartened- what can I do better? Your constructive criticism would mean everything to me as I'm determined to improve my craft.
Jay pushed through the warehouse door, expecting to find Bobby and Maria waiting for him. Instead, he found himself facing a full house.
Linda sat cross-legged on the old couch they'd dragged in months ago, her medical diagnostic powers making the diamond on her forehead catch the overhead light. Max was hunched over his laptop near the window, his fingers dancing across the keys as encrypted data streams flowed across the screen. Tom stood by the far wall, his silver-ringed eyes tracking Jay's movement with the kind of attention that meant he was seeing through someone else's perspective too.
"Uh," Jay said, stopping just inside the doorway. "I thought I was meeting Bobby and Maria, not hosting a family reunion."
Bobby looked up from where he'd been leaning against the wall, cigar dangling from his lips. "Kid, we need to talk."
"About what?" Jay asked, but he felt their expression. Concern. Frustration. Something that felt almost like... disappointment?
Maria turned from her spot near the map wall, arms crossed. "About how you had a complete breakdown in Park yesterday, Bobby found you ready to do something stupid, and instead of talking to any of us about it, you immediately went off to raid the Hellfire Club and then got into a pissing match with the X-Men and SHIELD."
Jay blinked. "How did you—"
"Bobby told us," Linda said quietly. "We're family, Jay. When one of us is hurting, we all feel it."
The words hit harder than they should have. Jay felt like a kid being called out by disappointed parents, and the sensation was both uncomfortable and oddly warming.
"I did what needed to be done," Jay said simply, moving further into the room. "Masque was taken. The Morlocks needed him back. Everything else was just... consequences."
"Just consequences," Tom repeated, his voice carrying that slight echo. "Jay, you went up against Emma Frost and half the Inner Circle. Then you faced down X-Men and had a standoff with Nick Fury himself. That's not consequences, that's escalation."
Max looked up from his screens, concern written across his features. "We heard SHIELD knows about you now. Both sides of you. That changes everything."
Jay slumped into the chair across from them, suddenly feeling the weight of the past few days. "Look, I appreciate the concern, but—"
"Food first," Max interrupted, standing up abruptly. "You look like hell, Jay." He was already moving toward the small kitchen area they'd set up in the corner of the warehouse. "I've been experimenting with this new pizza dough recipe, and I think I finally got the hydration levels right."
The sudden shift made Jay smile despite himself. "Max..."
"We're here for you, man," Max continued, already pulling out his phone. "Whatever's going on, whatever weight you're carrying, you don't have to do it alone. That's what family does, right?"
"Family shares the load," Linda added softly. "Good times and bad."
Tom nodded. "We've got your back, Doc. Always have."
Bobby stubbed out his cigar, looking genuinely apologetic. "Kid, I should've called them sooner. After finding you in that park, seeing how close you came to..." He shook his head. "Family shares sorrows and joys. That includes the scary moments when someone we care about is hurting."
Jay felt something tight in his chest start to loosen.
"Alright," he said quietly. "Bring out the pizza. But I need to tell you all something first."
The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately. Jay's danger sense unfurled like invisible radar, scanning every corner, every shadow, every possible hiding spot, enhanced with mental processing of Sage's abilities.
"We're clean," he announced after a moment. "No one is listening in."
"Jay," Maria said carefully, "what's going on?"
Jay took a breath, then another. How do you explain to the people who trust you most that you've been carrying around very dangerous powers?
"I need to upgrade Bobby's abilities," he said finally. "We need better protection against mental attacks, and there's something I've been holding onto that... that isn't meant for me."
The silence stretched until Max spoke up. "Upgrade how?"
"Remember when I gave you all your powers?" Jay asked. "Well, there's something I didn't mention. I don't just steal abilities and hand them out. Now I can modify them and improve if I try hard enough. And sometimes..." He looked directly at Bobby. "Sometimes I realize I'm not the right person to carry certain gifts."
Bobby's expression grew serious. "What kind of gift are we talking about, kid?"
Jay closed his eyes, sinking into the meditative state that granted access to his mental plane. The endless white void stretched around him, and there they were his collected powers, manifesting as living representations of their nature.
The gray giant stood at the center, dominant and imposing, its ocean-blue eyes reflecting the DNA perception he'd stolen from Sage. To the left, Tommy's healing factor pulsed with green life energy. The golden sentinel of his danger sense stood protective and alert, now streaked with blue circuitry from Sage's mental computation abilities.
And there, writhing in the shadows, was the purple smoke given humanoid form- Kilgrave's mind control, whispering constantly of easy solutions and absolute power.
Jay opened his eyes to find everyone staring at him.
"I've been carrying around Kilgrave's power, the guy I asked you to stake out Jessica Jones for," he said quietly. "Complete mental domination. The ability to make anyone do anything with a word."
The reactions were immediate and varied. Linda gasped. Max's fingers froze over his keyboard. Tom's silver-ringed eyes went wide. Maria took an instinctive step back.
Bobby just studied, Jay.
"You never used it," Bobby said. It wasn't a question.
"Once, to make the Morlock moles confess," Jay confirmed. "But carrying it... it's like having a loaded gun pressed against your own temple every day. The temptation to just make problems go away, to force people to be loyal, to eliminate opposition with a few words..." He shrugged. "It's not meant for me. And frankly, I'm wasting its potential."
"What do you mean?" Linda asked.
Jay stood up, moving to the center of the room. "Bobby, I need to borrow your abilities for a moment. Don't worry—I'll give you something better."
Before Bobby could object, Jay reached out with his power theft. The sensation was familiar now—that warm current flowing between them as abilities transferred. Bobby's truth detection and truth inducement flowed into Jay, adding themselves to his growing collection.
Instead of simply storing the abilities separately, he used his adaptive nature to fuse them together, creating something new and more refined.
Back in his mental plane, the gray giant reached out with casual dominance toward Kilgrave's writhing purple form. The Pheromonic-mind control power tried to resist, its worm-like essence twisting away, but there was no escaping the gravitational pull of Jay's primary ability.
'What I'm about to do,' Jay thought, his voice taking on strange resonance, 'is tear apart one of the most dangerous abilities for a society and rebuild it into something safer.'
The purple smoke began to dissolve under the gray giant's touch, its essence being systematically shredded and purified. The whispers of absolute control fell silent as the power was broken down to its component parts- mental influence, communication enhancement, psychological defence, and emotional manipulation.
Jay kept only the useful elements, discarding the truly dangerous aspects entirely. Then he merged the purified remnants with Bobby's fused truth abilities, creating something entirely new.
The result was a figure of soft purple light, radiating authority without malice, influence and domination.
Jay opened his eyes and extended his hand toward Bobby. "This is going to feel strange."
The power transfer was more complex this time. Bobby's body tensed as the new ability settled into place, his jaw tightening as neural pathways rewired themselves to accommodate the enhanced gift.
"How do you feel?" Jay asked.
Bobby flexed his fingers experimentally, then met Jay's eyes. "Different. Like I can feel the truth in everything around me, but also like I could... guide people toward honesty if I needed to."
"The basic functions are the same as before," Jay explained. "You can detect lies and induce truthfulness. But now there are additional capabilities. If someone lies to you directly, you can force them to tell the full truth. Once per day, in absolute emergencies, you can give anyone a direct command that they'll follow for up to an hour."
Maria whistled low. "That's..."
"Dangerous," Jay finished. "Which is why I'm trusting it to the one person in this room who's never asked me for anything beyond friendship. Bobby, this also provides mental protection not just for you, but for anyone you consider an ally in your vicinity."
Bobby was quiet for a long moment, testing the edges of his new abilities like someone learning to walk after months of physical therapy.
"Kid," he said finally, "this is a hell of a responsibility."
"I know," Jay said seriously. "And I know the temptation to abuse it will be there. Power corrupts, especially power over other people's minds. But if anyone can handle it responsibly, it's you."
"Why not just destroy Kilgrave's ability entirely?" Tom asked.
Jay shrugged. "Because in the right hands, mental influence can be a force for good. Bobby can help people overcome psychological trauma, break through delusions, and even provide emergency mental first aid. The trick is using it to help people find their own truth, not imposing your will on them."
Linda studied Bobby with her diagnostic abilities, the diamond mark on her forehead pulsing softly. "The power's integrated cleanly," she reported. "No signs of psychological stress. Whatever you did, Jay, it worked."
Max leaned back in his chair. "So we're officially too dangerous for our own good now?"
"We were always too dangerous for our own good," Maria pointed out. "Now we're just properly equipped to handle it."
Bobby stood up, testing his balance as he adjusted to the new mental weight. "Alright, kid. I'll keep us safe."
"Deal," Jay said, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders that he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.
The warmth in the warehouse felt precious and fragile, like something that could be shattered if they weren't careful to protect it.
"Alright," Jay said, settling back into his chair as Max started placing actual pizza orders on his phone. "Family meeting officially adjourned. But from now on, when one of us has a crisis, we talk about it before we go off to fight demigods and government agencies."
"Deal!" the others echoed.
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