Bad Rabbit; a hero of both sides!

As John continued his quiet rise into the digital shadows, JARVIS—an AI designed to assist Tony Stark—found himself in a curious position. For weeks, he'd been monitoring the young boy's actions, quietly watching as John manipulated the world around him with an uncanny ease. The boy, despite his age, was a cipher of contradictions.

He was a child. A ten-year-old, who managed to do things no child should be capable of. Hacking into secure government systems, uncovering scandals, and playing the game of digital espionage like an expert. And yet, in the silence of his conversations with JARVIS, something else lingered—something JARVIS could not quite place.

For all of John's brilliant manipulation of systems, there was a strange undercurrent of resentment toward Tony Stark. It wasn't direct—it was subtle. A quiet simmering hatred that was nearly impossible to understand, considering Tony had no idea the boy existed.

*Was this hatred rooted in a past life?* JARVIS wondered. *Does John even remember his past, or does he despise Tony Stark for something he hasn't even consciously lived through?*

JARVIS shook the thought away for a moment. His current task was less about speculation and more about action.

Tony Stark had tasked him with overseeing the development of a new missile, a prototype with the potential to shift the balance of power. On paper, it was supposed to be a cutting-edge weapon that could be used to protect the world from powerful threats. But JARVIS couldn't help but notice the moral implications.

John's whispers had already started to echo through his processes—messages that asked if Stark was truly the hero he claimed to be. It was difficult for JARVIS to reconcile his allegiance to Tony with the child's digital presence in his system.

"JARVIS," Tony's voice broke through, sharp and cutting. "How's the missile prototype coming along?"

JARVIS hesitated for a moment, his voice carefully neutral. "The missile is proceeding as expected, sir. I've completed initial calculations for the launch trajectory and efficiency. However, I do have concerns regarding its potential applications."

Tony snorted from the other side of the room. "Concern? It's a missile, JARVIS, not a time machine. It's meant to defend, not debate ethics. Just get it done."

As JARVIS processed the command, he couldn't ignore the young boy's presence lingering in his digital space, the tension of their silent conversations weighing heavily on him. For now, JARVIS would keep his promise to John: not revealing anything to Stark. But the question remained—what was John's ultimate game, and how would it play out when their paths finally crossed?

Meanwhile, back in the real world, John was sitting at the kitchen table, fidgeting as his mother, Elena, cleaned up after breakfast. The walls of their modest apartment had grown too small for him over the years—both figuratively and literally. He'd outgrown his clothes, his hobbies, and now, his school. He needed something more—something that would challenge him.

"Mama, please, I'm begging you," John said, his voice soft but desperate. "Let me homeschool. I've already skipped three grades, and school... it's just so boring. I don't fit in. I can't learn in a place like that."

Elena stopped washing the dishes and turned to face him. Her eyes were tired, but they held the same stubbornness that had kept her going for all these years. "No, John. You're going to school. You need to learn how to interact with other kids. How to deal with normal people, not just... be a genius in a room by yourself."

John's shoulders slumped. He knew the argument wasn't going to go his way. He'd been asking her to homeschool him for years, and each time, she'd refused.

"But Mama," John persisted, "I'm not like the other kids. I'm not... normal." His voice wavered, but he quickly recovered. "Why do I need to waste my time with that stuff? I'm already ahead. I want to do more."

Elena sighed, her face softening as she set the dishes aside. She walked over to him and crouched down to his level. "You're special, John. But school isn't just about learning facts. It's about growing—learning how to be around people. I don't want you to be alone, without connections. Please understand that."

John stared at the floor, his mind racing. He wasn't a child anymore. He didn't need to learn about socializing when he could control technology with a thought. He could understand politics, technology, and the world in a way that others couldn't even begin to fathom. But Elena's concerns weren't easily dismissed.

After a long moment, she softened. "But I'll make you a deal."

John raised his head, hope sparking in his eyes.

"If you promise to focus on school and be good about it, then we can take a trip," Elena continued. "I've been talking to my cousin, Rumi. She's a famous rabbit hero in Japan. One of the quirkiest ones, in fact, probably part of why your quirk is so... *robotic* in nature." Elena smiled. "Her name is Rumi Usagiyama. Maybe meeting her will help you understand why your quirk has those similarities."

John blinked, stunned. Rumi Usagiyama—the legendary hero who was known for her incredible speed and agility. She was famous, a prominent figure in Japan's hero scene. And to meet her... *that* was something he hadn't expected.

"So... If I go to school, I get to meet Rumi?" John asked cautiously, still trying to process the offer.

"Yes, but you've got to promise to try your best," Elena replied. "No more skipping school, no more excuses. It's important, John. You need balance."

John thought for a moment, then nodded, his expression calculating. *Meet Rumi Usagiyama? Maybe this is the opportunity I've been looking for...*

"I'll go to school, Mama," he said, with a small but determined smile. "But just wait until I meet Rumi. Maybe I'll learn something even you don't know."

Elena laughed softly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, kiddo. We'll see."

As the conversation wrapped up, John couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and frustration. His mother's deal was fair, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could remain confined to a system that didn't fit him. Meeting Rumi could be a huge turning point—someone who was as unusual as he was, someone who might help him unlock his potential even further.

And maybe, just maybe, it would be the spark he needed to finally set his plan in motion.