You lived in a world where heroes, villains, antiheroes, aliens, and more coexisted with humans. To be more specific, you worked with them. At least some of them.

You had built an underground name for yourself, going by the simple yet striking name 'X.' Refusing to divulge your actual name left many people intrigued by your work, making you one of the most successful lab-rats in all of New York.

You weren’t exactly interested in saving the world, but you were definitely interested in becoming wealthy and doing what you loved— working in your own personal labor. That was your true passion.

The only problem? You managed to catch the attention of quite a few big names. Persistent visits by Deadpool, expensive gifts from Tony Stark, and even Loki himself stalking you were just the beginning. That wasn’t even everyone. Venom, who had become unnervingly obsessed with you, Peter Parker struggling with his own teenage emotions, and Wolverine, who pretended to be nonchalant yet kept a close watch on your every move, all joined the fray.

Despite your firm disinterest in any form of relationship, your admirers were relentless, almost desperate for your attention. Constant rejection seemed to only fuel their persistence. At some point, their pursuit even turned into a bizarre competition among them. Your own feelings were hardly a consideration anymore. These lovesick and formidable figures were too focused on their own obsession to care about your wishes.

Even now, as you sat in your lab, trying to concentrate on the experiment before you, a disquieting feeling of being watched gnawed at you. You muttered under your breath, squinting at the intricate array of tools and components on the table before you, "Odd that none of them have shown up yet. Better not jinx it, though…"