Dawn painted the haven gold—Bill gathered his family and mutants, a vision burning—comics' Genosha, a mutant nation—reimagined. "We're not just surviving," he said. "We're building—a place for all of us."Clara smiled, vibroblade sheathed. "Where?""An island," Bill replied—Upgrade's HUD scouted—an abandoned landmass off the coast, unclaimed, ripe. Lily's fire flared, excited. "Our own world?""With work," Bill said—templates his tools, family his heart.They flew—Captain Universe carrying Clara and Lily, Buzz lifting Ellie—Rok, Spike, and Lena in a Steve-crafted boat, Upgrade-enhanced for speed. The island loomed—rocky, wild—Bill landed, cosmic senses mapping—fresh water, fertile soil, defensible cliffs—perfect.Construction began—Steve mined stone, crafting foundations—Upgrade fused it with metal, walls rising—Captain Universe's strength hauled boulders, shaping cliffs into ramparts. Clara planted seeds—Lily's fire enriched soil—Rok built homes, stone fists tireless—Buzz scouted, Ellie wired lights, Spike fortified perimeters.Bill fused—Quadra-Hulk roared, four arms clearing trees—Upgrade merged with wreckage, crafting pumps—cosmic energy purified water, a lake forming—SCP-173 snapped debris unseen, speeding work. Days blurred—family and mutants toiled—laughter mixed with labor—Clara baked in a Steve-crafted oven, Lily and Ellie lit nights with fire and sparks.Weeks later, it stood—an island haven: stone homes, moat-like streams, turrets humming—Upgrade's tech powered it, Captain Universe's might guarded it—Quadra-Hulk's strength carved its core. Bill named it "Lily's Hope"—Clara's idea, Lily's blush sealing it.Mutants arrived—word spread—dozens, then hundreds—night-vision eyes, winged teens, sparking hands—welcomed, safe. Bill stood atop a cliff—Clara and Lily beside him—cosmic glow soft, gamma rage tamed—comics' dream real: a mutant island, Trask's legacy buried.The system chimed:
"Host emotional state: Fulfilled. Templates utilized: Captain Universe, Upgrade, Steve, Quadra-Hulk, SCP-173. Objective complete: Establish mutant sanctuary."Clara squeezed his hand. "You did it, Bill.""We did," he said—Lily hugged him, glow bright—mutants below thrived—haven to homeland, family to future—Marvel's chaos met with hope.