Omnitrix In MCU

The weeks after Ben's first day at Midtown High flew by in a blur. Every day, he attended classes, learned new things, and bonded with his friends. He marveled at Peter's brilliance, often engaging in debates about science and technology. Peter's depth of knowledge impressed him, even more so when paired with Ned's knack for hacking, which Ben found invaluable in understanding modern systems.

Life seemed to settle into a comfortable rhythm. Days were spent studying and hanging out with Peter, Gwen, MJ, and Ned. Evenings were often devoted to testing new tech ideas or upgrading Baymax's systems. Things were going smoothly—until one evening, when Baymax interrupted his routine.

Ben was in his lab, tinkering with an advanced power cell prototype, when Baymax's calm yet firm voice filled the room.

"Ben," Baymax began, "I have urgent information to share."

Ben put down his tools and looked up, noticing an unusual urgency in Baymax's tone. "What's up, buddy?"

"As per your directive, I have been monitoring activity in Hell's Kitchen," Baymax said. "Today, I detected significant activity at the port. A large group of individuals is gathering there, and through phone intercepts, I have identified a grave situation."

Ben frowned, leaning closer. "Go on."

Baymax projected a series of hacked phone messages and surveillance images onto the lab screen. The sight made Ben's stomach churn: frightened individuals being herded into shipping containers, some visibly injured, others crying.

"These people are being transported under the guise of a shipment of goods," Baymax explained. "Many are designated for illegal experiments, organ harvesting, or forced prostitution. Among them are children."

Ben's hands balled into fists, his knuckles white. "Children?" he echoed, his voice shaking with anger.

"Yes," Baymax confirmed. "The operation is being orchestrated by Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin. He has bribed certain law enforcement officials to ensure no patrols or responses to emergency calls in the area tonight."

Ben's jaw tightened as Baymax continued.

"The recent violence in Hell's Kitchen appears to be a deliberate distraction. Fisk's goal is to weaken any opposition while diverting attention from his true operations."

Ben stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He began pacing, his mind racing. "How is this guy still getting away with this? And the police… bribed? How deep does this go?"

Ben clenched his fists, the tension in the room palpable. He turned to Baymax. "Send the nano drones to Hell's Kitchen. I want every angle covered—scout the port, the people involved, and the surrounding areas. I need a full report."

"Understood," Baymax replied, activating the drones with a simple command. The small, sleek machines buzzed to life and zipped out of the lab, disappearing into the night.

Ben stepped back, his voice firm. "Take out my suit. I guess it's time I play hero."

From the side of the wall, a hidden compartment slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Ben's custom-built battle suit. The armor stood tall, sleek, and imposing.

The suit was a marvel of modern technology and design, forged with a black, green, and silver color palette. Its sharp, angular edges gave it an almost otherworldly appearance, with green glowing accents running along the limbs and torso, symbolizing the energy coursing through it. The chest piece bore a faint emblem, subtly reflecting omnitrix Symbol.

The helmet was aerodynamic and futuristic, with an angular visor that glowed faintly green, giving the impression of piercing eyes. The suit's arms were equipped with advanced servos for enhanced strength, and the gauntlets carried integrated tools for combat and utility. A sharp, high-tech blade hung at the suit's side, its edge shimmering with an electric glow, ready for action.

The entire armor seemed alive, humming softly as the power systems engaged. Lightweight yet durable, it was designed to move as naturally as a second skin, offering both protection and agility. The green accents pulsed in a rhythmic flow, symbolizing the nano-tech and energy core that powered the suit.

Ben took a step closer, running his hand over the armor's surface, feeling the faint warmth of the energy it radiated. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath.

With a determined look, Ben began equipping the suit. Piece by piece, the armor locked into place with a satisfying click, sealing him inside. As the helmet lowered over his face, the HUD activated, displaying a stream of data gathered by the drones.

"All systems operational," Baymax confirmed. "Your suit is at full capacity."

Ben rolled his shoulders, testing the range of motion. The suit responded flawlessly, as if it anticipated his every move. "Let's do this," he said, his voice amplified and distorted slightly through the helmet.

Wearing his suit, Ben stood tall, his green energy core pulsing in sync with his determination. "Baymax," he commanded, "bring out my hero bike."

A section of the floor hissed open, and the bike ascended on a platform, its sleek design commanding attention. The entire structure was a masterpiece—its aerodynamic curves were coated in a deep black finish, accented by pulsating green lights that lined the wheels and body. The glowing veins of energy gave the impression of a living, breathing machine.

The bike's most impressive feature became evident when Ben approached it. As soon as he placed his hand on the handlebar, the green glow intensified, and the bike hummed to life. The translucent wheels lit up like emerald halos, while the central engine emitted a soft, resonant hum of raw energy.

Ben climbed onto the bike, and a remarkable transformation began. From above, panels extended outward, seamlessly wrapping around him like a cocoon. The process was fluid, almost organic, as the bike enveloped him entirely, creating an impenetrable armor-like shell. The outer surface became a sleek black-green blend, making Ben and the bike indistinguishable as one entity.

Inside the cocoon, advanced HUD (Heads-Up Display) projections illuminated the interior. The bike's floor became transparent, offering Ben a full 360-degree view of his surroundings, even beneath him. Every control, every readout, was perfectly aligned to his movements, ensuring absolute precision.

From the outside, no one could see Ben; it was as though the bike had swallowed him whole. The design was intentional, ensuring anonymity and adding an extra layer of intimidation.

Ben smirked inside his helmet. "Let's see how Hell's Kitchen handles this," he muttered. With a flick of his wrist, the bike roared—its green lights trailing like a comet as it shot forward, vanishing into the night