He himself was the variant.
John had gotten an answer from a man whose every word was a lie.
Perhaps it was only another lie.
"Even fate has people it can't pin down." A smile curled John's lips. "How interesting."
There was a filthy old hat at Hogwarts.
It sorted people into Hogwarts' four houses.
When John's turn came, the Sorting Hat had wavered between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Perhaps it was because John possessed a spirit similar to Gryffindor's.
Adventure.
The fleeing Lies was no cause for concern.
With MOSS monitoring the city's entire network and Basil's bird underlings keeping watch, Lies could not escape.
Always scheming, Lies would not surrender easily.
"A clever mind that makes lies come true?"
John suspected that the variants who crossed over might acquire different abilities.
Jonathan's godslayer power could kill any living thing.
As long as it was alive, it would die.
It was a terrifying ability.
And Lies...
Honesty.
Perhaps that was his ability.
His endless chatter concealed fragments of truth.
Fabricated lies changed the nature of objects.
A key that could move was a lie.
But if that lie was repeated long enough, it would become real.
Through probing, John had deduced Lies' ability.
John tapped his earpiece and asked, "Where is he?"
"The Skrulls' tunnel," MOSS said, keeping watch. "Mr. Vanko has already captured Lies."
What luck.
It was neither Matt nor Dax.
It was Ivan.
With Lies' gift for persuasion, Matt might have been swayed.
If it had been Dax, they might have needed to stabilize his mental state afterward.
Ivan was one of the Second Alliance's clever minds, occupying a position much like Tony's in the Avengers.
The two had much in common.
But one thing was certain: they were both very intelligent.
Ivan, with his chaotic neutral