Marvel System In The Boys

Derek's eyes flickered open, the glow of the TV illuminating the dark corners of the room. The static hum of the news played in the background. He was slumped on the couch, a familiar tension twisting in his gut as the events of the day played out on the screen.

"Breaking news from New York: a freak accident earlier led to the death of a young woman, Robin Ward, hit by A-Train during what appears to be a super-speed chase. This tragedy comes with growing concerns about the irresponsibility of humans…"

Robin's face, frozen in time just before her untimely death, filled the screen. Derek's mind churned. He knew this was the moment Hughie Campbell's world would come crashing down, the catalyst that would pull him into the chaotic world of Butcher and The Boys. In the original timeline, this was where everything began. A sharp pang hit him as he thought about his own timeline, already veering dangerously off-course.

The system's voice echoed in his head, breaking his train of thought.

**"System Alert: New timeline divergence detected. Key event: Robin Ward's death. Projected timeline stability: 87%."**

Derek frowned. "What the hell does that mean? Stability? Why now?"

The system's cool, detached voice continued. **"Your presence and actions have caused fluctuations in the timeline. The system recommends a cautious approach to interactions, particularly with main players like Hughie Campbell and William Butcher."**

Derek rubbed his temple. It wasn't like he'd wanted to intervene. He hadn't even met them yet. The weight of the situation settled on him. Robin's death wasn't something he could have stopped—not without completely derailing the story.

**"You are on the verge of greater change,"** the system whispered, almost teasingly.

His frustration bubbled over. "Yeah? What happens if I just keep my head down? What if I don't intervene?"

**"Unlikely. Key events attract attention. Your powers will evolve whether you engage or not. The system is tracking all major events, including those that you are destined to influence. Remaining passive will result in missed opportunities… and Homelander won't remain ignorant of your presence forever."**

Derek gritted his teeth. He was already on Homelander's radar after that fight. If he was going to survive, he needed more power. Fast.

Suddenly, the system updated him on something more critical.

**"System Upgrade: As of last night, your Thor template has been progressing. Current power integration: 65%. Additionally, auto-spin feature activated. New ability unlocked: Morphic Mimicry. Function similar to Mystique's transformation abilities."**

Derek froze. **"Would it be too OP?"**

The system's tone was flat. **"Correct. Morphic Mimicry enables you to physically transform into other humans, altering appearance and voice. Further enhancements may allow mimicking certain abilities of powered individuals. So Yes. It can be OP. "**

A new ability. And it wasn't just a minor power. This could be the key he needed. If he could infiltrate Vought or even blend into the crowds unnoticed, it would keep him off Homelander's radar for longer. It would buy him time.

Derek closed his eyes, leaning back against the couch. His thoughts were racing. He had to figure out the right move.

The system didn't wait long to nudge him further.

**"Warning: Failure to engage in pivotal timeline moments will result in stagnation. Your path to greater power depends on significant changes to the established sequence of events."**

Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I got that. You said this world is adapting, right? I'm part of it now. But how much can I change without screwing everything up?"

The system paused, as if calculating the right response. **"While complete disruption may cause unpredictable consequences, selective interference can create ripples that work to your advantage. Your powers will respond to your choices. Forming alliances and relationships with key individuals will strengthen your influence."**

He sighed. It was a delicate balance—too much interference and he'd risk destabilizing everything, but if he stayed too passive, he might not gain the strength he needed.

Derek stood up, pacing. His thoughts drifted back to Starlight, her bright eyes filled with hope despite the darkness she was about to step into with The Seven. She was genuine, pure. But that world would tear her apart, just like in the show.

He shook his head. "I need to think. I can't go at this recklessly."

**"Consider the advantages of influencing key characters like Hughie Campbell, Starlight, or even Queen Maeve,"** the system advised. **"Your future strength and standing could rely on their perception of you."**

A bitter laugh escaped his lips. It was so clinical, so detached. But the truth was there. He'd have to become a part of their world to change his fate. Starlight and Maeve—they were the closest thing to good within The Seven. Maybe, just maybe, he could sway them to his side.

Derek's thoughts solidified into a plan. He wasn't going to wait around for fate to come knocking. If the system was right, he needed to insert himself into the action now. And the best way to do that was to get ahead of the game.

Butcher would be in Hughie's life soon. That much he knew. And Butcher had connections. Derek needed to be somewhere he could observe.

Slipping into his new ability was almost too easy. Derek stood in front of the mirror, focusing his thoughts, feeling the tingling sensation rush through his skin. His reflection blurred, and then suddenly, the man staring back at him wasn't Derek anymore—it was a nondescript, middle-aged man with a face no one would remember. Perfect.

He'd spent enough time watching Hughie's electronics shop from the shadows, timing Butcher's entrance. Today was the day. He made his way through the backstreets, blending into the crowd, invisible to everyone around him.

Standing outside the shop, Derek watched through the window as Butcher approached Hughie, their conversation muted by the glass. He already knew how it would go. Butcher would offer Hughie revenge against A-Train, feeding him promises of justice.

Just as Butcher and Hughie's conversation intensified, Derek's system pinged again.

**"Warning: Vought Surveillance Drone detected."**

His head snapped up. There, on the roof of the building across the street, a small, sleek drone hovered silently, its lens fixed on the electronics shop.

"What the hell?" Derek muttered.

This wasn't part of the original timeline. Vought wasn't supposed to be this close this early on. Derek cursed under his breath. If the drone saw Butcher or even caught a glimpse of Hughie's conversation, Vought would swoop in before The Boys had a chance to form. He couldn't let that happen.

With a deep breath, Derek summoned Thor's power to his fingertips. A small, controlled spark danced between his fingers, ready to strike. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one was watching, before releasing a precise bolt of lightning toward the drone.

The device sparked and fizzled, crashing to the ground in a puff of smoke.

Derek's pulse pounded in his ears as he quickly ducked away from the scene, moving through the alleyways until he was far from the electronics shop. The day's events had left him on edge, but the thrill of using his powers for something meaningful lit a fire within him.

Just as he thought he could relax, the streets around him buzzed with excitement. A small crowd had gathered, heads turned toward a large screen in the city square. Derek followed their gaze, and there she was—Starlight. Annie January, the newest member of The Seven.

Her debut was all over the news, her bright, wide-eyed optimism glowing through the screen as she waved at the cameras. The people around him cheered, completely unaware of the darkness she was about to face.

Something tugged at Derek, and before he knew it, his feet were moving toward the crowd. He needed to see her up close, just once, before everything started to spiral. He had to know if she was as genuine as she seemed.

As if fate had decided to intervene, Starlight's press tour had finished, and she was walking alone, no security in sight. Her shoulders were hunched, the weight of her new role already pressing down on her.

Derek, still in disguise, caught her eye as she passed. Their gazes locked for just a moment, and in that instant, Derek could see the uncertainty in her expression. He felt the urge to say something, anything, but words caught in his throat. Instead, he gave her a small, knowing nod.

Starlight hesitated, a flicker of relief crossing her face before she continued down the street, disappearing into the city's chaos.

Derek stood still, watching her go. The system pinged softly in his head.

**"Key character engagement registered. Connection with Starlight established."**

He sighed. This was only the beginning.

Derek's heart was still pounding from the brief encounter with Starlight, but he couldn't allow himself to linger on it. He had more pressing matters at hand. Moving through the streets in his disguised form, he made his way back to the safe house.

As he navigated through the city, the system's notifications began pinging incessantly in his mind.

**"Timeline divergence increasing. Intervention in events causing ripple effects. Hughie Campbell's trajectory altered slightly. Recommended course of action: monitor and minimize exposure."**

He stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing. "Minimize exposure? I just saved Butcher's plan from going up in smoke. I did what needed to be done."

The system didn't respond, but a nagging feeling tugged at the back of Derek's mind. He was playing with fire now. Every small action, every decision, was shifting the delicate balance of this world. And he had no idea how deep the changes would go.

Stepping into a quiet alley, Derek shifted back to his original form, feeling the tingling sensation as his body morphed back. His muscles ached slightly—using the transformation ability had been effortless, but it left a subtle fatigue in his limbs.

He needed to rest. He needed to think.

When he finally reached the safe house, the familiar silence greeted him like an old friend. The underground complex was a sanctuary from the chaos outside. He collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. The events of the day played over in his mind like a broken record.

Hughie and Butcher were in motion now. The wheels of the plot were turning, and soon, they'd be on the path to confront A-Train. Derek knew that this was where the cracks in Vought's perfect superhero façade would begin to show. And in the midst of it all, he had to figure out where he fit in.

As Derek's thoughts drifted, the system spoke up once more, this time with a different tone, almost cheerful.

**"Congratulations! Auto-spin activated. Reward unlocked: Morphic Mimicry Enhancement – Advanced Shapeshifting Ability."**

Derek sat up, his mind snapping to attention. He hadn't been expecting another reward so soon, especially not one that sounded like this.

"Advanced shapeshifting? What the hell does that mean?" Derek asked aloud, even though he already knew the system would answer.

**"The upgraded Morphic Mimicry allows for detailed transformation, including mimicking unique physical traits, such as enhanced musculature, wounds, and certain cosmetic attributes. Prolonged transformation into super-powered individuals may eventually unlock minor abilities related to the form taken."**

Derek's eyes widened. "So, if I stay as a powered individual long enough… I can start to copy their abilities?"

The system confirmed, **"Correct. Full powers cannot be replicated unless specifically unlocked, but minor traits may be accessed during extended transformations."**

Derek's mind raced with possibilities. The ability to become someone else had just become a lot more dangerous. If he played his cards right, he could infiltrate Vought, or The Seven, or even manipulate events from the shadows. But it wasn't without risk. One wrong move, and he'd be on the radar of the most powerful beings in this world.

As much as the allure of immediate power tugged at him, he had to be smart about this. He couldn't rush in, not like he did with Homelander. That had been a brutal wake-up call.

Derek leaned back, closing his eyes. The possibilities were endless. If he could just hold off and gain more points, perhaps something more powerful would be in his reach. He'd let the system spin again when he was ready.

The next morning, Derek woke up to the steady buzz of the television. He didn't even remember turning it on, but the news was once again covering Robin's death. The footage had changed—this time it wasn't just the tragedy, but the aftermath. Hughie was on screen now, looking like a ghost, hollowed out by grief.

His knuckles went white as he clutched the remote. Hughie had just lost the love of his life, and it had been plastered all over the media like some spectacle. A-Train's nonchalant statement was already doing the rounds—Vought had spun the story, blaming Robin's death on some unfortunate accident.

Derek shook his head, anger building in his chest. He knew that this would be the final push Hughie needed. It would send him into the arms of Butcher, pulling him deeper into the revenge plot against A-Train and Vought. And while the system had cautioned against too much interference, Derek couldn't help but feel the pull to do something.

For now, though, he had to stay in the shadows. There would come a time to step into the light—but not yet. His eyes darted to the pile of papers on the table, notes from his training and his plans. It had only been a week since he started his isolated training sessions, but he was already beginning to feel the shift in his abilities.

The system pinged softly.

**"Reminder: Continued training is essential for unlocking higher levels of power. However, major events are occurring that may require your attention. Timeline divergence is at 89%."**

Derek's jaw clenched. Things were shifting, and the world outside was spiraling into the plot of *The Boys*. He had to decide where he fit into it all.

Later that day, Derek found himself standing on the rooftop of the safe house, looking out over the city skyline. He had spent hours in training, pushing his new powers to their limits. His control over lightning had become more refined, his reflexes sharper, and the shapeshifting ability felt like second nature now. The exhaustion that had plagued him earlier was gone—replaced with a growing confidence in his abilities.

But even as he felt the thrill of power coursing through him, there was a heaviness in his chest. He wasn't just in this for himself. Valerie's death still lingered in his mind, a painful reminder of why he was here in the first place. Homelander had taken everything from him. And now, with every passing day, the stakes were getting higher.

As if on cue, the system spoke again, this time with a more urgent tone.

**"Incoming communication from Eric. Safe house breach potential: minimal. Surveillance measures updated."**

Derek blinked. Eric hadn't contacted him in a while. What could he want now?

The system chimed again. **"Do you wish to accept the communication?"**

Derek nodded, and the familiar buzz of the call connected. Eric's voice crackled through the speaker.

"Derek, I've got some news. Something you'll want to hear," Eric's voice was low, his usual casual tone replaced with something more serious.

"What is it?" Derek asked, already sensing the weight of whatever was coming.

"It's about Vought," Eric replied. "And more specifically, Homelander. Word is, he's sniffing around. They're investigating the drone incident from the other day. Whatever you did… it got someone's attention."

Derek cursed under his breath. He should've known that taking down that surveillance drone wouldn't go unnoticed.

Eric continued, "You need to stay out of sight for a while longer. Train, get stronger—whatever you're doing, keep doing it. But don't make a move just yet. Vought's eyes are everywhere."

Derek's grip tightened on the phone. He knew Eric was right. He had to stay hidden, keep building his strength. But the urge to take action was becoming harder to resist.

"Got it," Derek finally said, though the fire in his chest wasn't about to cool down anytime soon.

As the call ended, Derek stood in silence, the city's lights twinkling in the distance. He was stronger than he had been when he first arrived in this world, but he knew he wasn't ready to face Homelander again.

Not yet.

But soon.

Very soon.

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