Samantha was antsy. Her existence had been intended for one sole purpose. She was a former MRD Spy, part of Skrullian Skymaster's experiments. She was designed for espionage and nothing else.

And so, when she finally found her way to the Institute, rescued by the X-Men as she crawled from a mass grave within an abandoned MRD facility... Well, she was lost. She didn't know herself, or whom she was meant to be, or what she was meant to do.

And now, having been at the Institute for a time without the merit of a mission or any such activity that could be considered adjacent, Samantha had been left to her own devices, seeking out new and adventurous ways of entertaining herself. Extinguisher accelerated chairs, monkey bars, playing chicken with a fireball and... She was losing it, in truth.

Samantha still had much to think about. She'd enjoyed her date with Wanda, but she didn't think she could necessarily stick with one person. After all, there was three of her to consider in a way.

The other two were away elsewhere in the Institute, something about a group of Mutants from Mexico who had just arrived, wanted to practice Spanish. They were strange, but then... They were also Samantha. And the trio were deftly odd.

Samantha adjusted herself, shortening her purple hair to a nest buzzcut, keeping it iut of the way. She hadn't quite trained with a Warhammer before, but she'd carried similar weapons with similar weights.

Of course this was different. She'd convinced Forge to give her some salvaged Stark Tech, raided a sledgehammer from smugglers in the Institute and put it together. On one side, a Stark repulsor beam, with a couple settings for a sustained expulsion of power or a single blast. On the other side, the propulsion system that helped Iron Man dance about.

Samantha held the grip tape that was wrapped around the hammer carefully, asking the Danger Room to throw one of the Squadron Supreme at her.

Power Princess appeared there, charging towards Samantha, who swang the sledgehammer with as much power as she could muster, propulsion kicking in and clapping the head against the Utopian, shattering their false skull.

Samantha panted, not used to the power it possessed yet. But she would practice again and again and again until she was a master.