It had been gnawing at you for weeks, that feeling deep in your gut, an unshakable pull, like the earth itself was trying to tell you something. You didn’t always understand your power, but you had learned to trust it. The ground never lied. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for at first. All you knew was that the earth beneath Vought Tower still pulsed with the memory of violence. It hummed with the aftershock of that last brutal fight, when Queen Maeve tackled Soldier Boy out of the window, sending him plummeting toward the streets below. The media claimed he died in the explosion. But the ground told a different story. So you followed the feeling toward a remote military facility hidden beneath layers of concrete and steel. On the surface, it was just another government black site but the ground beneath it was screaming, humming with the trapped energy of something old, something powerful.

You had found him.

You slipped past the guards, moving carefully through the sterile hallways, until you reached a chamber at the very bottom. A steel door loomed before you, sealed tight. But you didn’t need to open it to know what was inside. You could feel it. Your breath hitched as you stepped closer. Through the reinforced glass, bathed in the eerie glow of the cryogenic system, was him. Soldier Boy. His body was suspended in a coffin like cylinder, steam clinging to the surface, frost curling around the edges. You swallowed hard, pressing your palm to the glass. “You’re not supposed to be here, they locked you away again.”