M(L/S-a) || Framework!Fitz and Melissa
Finally, one of them was working. Projects M, versions A-K had all died in early stages, except for G, who had become fetal-level conscious (stage N) but psychotic. Megan, he’d called that one, that clone of the agent next in line of succession, but she’d had to be put down and recycled like the rest once it became clear that her self-inflicted strangulation was unrecoverable. Now he was on version L, and she’d made it to stage S, full physical development and the first inklings of consciousness.
Of course, the real Melinda May had no idea that Fitz was using her genetics in this way. Only Madame Hydra knew what he was doing in these dark rooms, lit crimson to maintain the womb-like conditions, watching the potential replacement thrive. After all, it was May who’d inadvertently caused the slaughter that had allowed Hydra to grab hold of that fear and paint the world with it. Some might find her…less than ideal in the position she had. So there was a replacement ready.
M(L/S-a) wasn’t a normal clone, either. She’d had her DNA infused with that of some alien corpse that had fallen to Earth during the Convergence, hence the sub-designation a. The idea was that the extraterrestrial genetics, just a hint, not as much as the difference between humans and Inhumans, would stabilize her genome. And by Alveus, it was working.
Fitz couldn’t help it. It was an absurdly dramatic thing to do, but he reached over and flicked the tank when the clone began to gain consciousness. Don’t tap on the glass, he remembered seeing at every aquarium ever, just as vividly as he remembered perpetually ignoring it.