Masterlist 

Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force Masterlist 

Request Guidelines 

Warning: discussions of death

___________________________

The world, her world, used to be so black and white. It should be black and white now still, if she would only chide herself a little harder, keep her focus. 

This is no time for doubt.

Doubt, nevertheless, remains. It cannot be ignored, building subconsciously since the day her world changed forever, the day she lost her powers. 

Before she had been a god. And like the Greek deities of human mythology, had raged through the cosmos, heralding golden ideologies of honor and heroism. Like giants coming down from the clouds, they build shelters and cities to care for the ants below, while simultaneously crushing a hundred under their clumsy foot, and laughing. 

Before, she was blind to the deep, morbid ironies of the strongholds she served. Now, now she is fighting to save something she’s no longer sure is worth saving. 

She looks at herself in the mirror and laughs, a broken bitter laugh. Everyone, depending on her, looks at her and has no question on who they see. But all she can find are splinters of the person she thought she once was. 

How can she rise as a superhero, as the legendary Skylar Storm, when she’s finally learned what it means to be mortal? 

That was what saved her, when her mind was overwhelmed by the Annihilator. Her true, genuine friendships with Kaz and Oliver broke through if only a part of that iron will. She could not bring herself to kill them, and they did not abandon her when everyone else was willing to. 

The carelessness of the superhero world, something she never before considered, became a sore in her eye. And one by one, the true apathy she had been so conditioned to revealed the scope of its infection. The people they swore to protect they would kill for the slightest inconvenience, in the name of the greater good. But those justifications turn sour when normos are cubed for discovering Mighty Med when altering memories is more than a readily available solution. 

She herself never blinked an eye when she tried to explode Kaz’s head as a way to test her powers. Now, she cannot remember that moment without a twist in her gut. 

This is the institution that is crumbling before her eyes. The signs were old in the making, had she the vision to see them. But while man is well acquainted with the pattern of tragedy, her people had always dismissed their wisdom as being mere weakness. 

Powers ever growing, escalating, bringing this tightrope walk of peril to even higher stakes, but that golden crown, the abilities that separated the great and the lowly, were kept in natural, fragile balance. 

It cracked. Pioneers like the man dubbed “Brain Matter”, who sought to manipulate and create what had previously been random. He failed, initially, but there were others who manipulated this changing dynamic in different ways. Instead of relying on his unique traits, the Annihilator developed ways to wrench his foes of theirs. 

And then there came the greatest evidence of their blindness, the last rumble before the volcano’s eruption, the discovery that a mere powerless, mortal woman had manipulated the might of villains and heroes to bestow upon herself absolute control. 

It ultimately was only a single error on her part that was there to exploit, one chance to bring her downfall. Oliver and Kaz took it, succeeded. 

But while they struggled to contain the ambitions of Mr. Terror, there were those who saw that fracture in the balance and determined to shatter what remained. Mighty Med was destroyed, alongside the Secret Service Superhero Division and followed by Mighty Max prison. Rodissius’ children wreck unrestrained havoc in the streets, and Caldera, her homeworld, is falling to rebellion and civil war. 

This is the fall of those who thought they were divine. 

She does not know her place in this new world, where saving civilians and saving superheroes are quickly becoming opposed purposes. In this chaotic void, survival is rising as the principle moral, the crowning jewel of ethics. 

And she, Skylar Storm, should be forging into the fray. 

But this world isn’t black and white. It’s muddied grey and brown and streaked scarlet with blood. The friendship of Kaz and Oliver burned to hatred. The sibling bond of Bree and Chase withered to apathy. Skylar’s loyalties are stretched far in different directions...

And she doesn’t know what this Skylar Storm would do, the one who’s been a hero, been a normo, who’s struggling to regain control over her powers, the one sinking low from the guilt of surviving while so many perished…

No, she doesn’t understand her at all. The girl in the mirror pieced together from creeds and comic book covers and yearbook photos…there’s a storm coming…yes a storm, and it’s falling on her head, on her head, on her head…