The Mimic (HE/HIM VERSION)

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Y/n soon sat down on the chair, resting his elbows on his knees to focus. T'Challa nodded toward another warrior, gesturing for him to fight the one under control. The warrior in blue nodded, stepping out of the line and making his way toward the one under control. "Ready, y/n?" T'Challa asked expectantly, setting his hands behind his back as he watched. Y/n only responded with a hum and a nod. He lifted his head to watch the warrior in blue, waiting for him to make the first move. The two warriors soon begun to fight, one completely under y/n's control, one not. Y/n didn't move from where he was sat in the seat, but he flinched and jolted as if he was being attacked. His eyes were a pure white as he focused on controlling that single warrior. That was when her nose begun to bleed - just like before. But y/n didn't seem to notice, completely focusing on fighting as the warrior.

T'Challa allowed y/n to control the single warrior for a few more moments before he spoke up again. "Take control of two more warriors, y/n." He commanded, setting a hand on his shoulder in attempt to get his attention. Y/n jumped at the sudden contact, causing the warrior to mirror her as he reached up to strike the hand. The warrior in blue took that distraction and hit the other in the stomach, causing y/n to almost lose control. Y/n grumbled under his breath, gaining control back over the warrior as they begun to fight again. T'Challa watched carefully, glancing up at the window to check if Shuri was taking notes. "Two more, y/n." T'Challa repeated a little louder. It took a few moments for y/n to respond, his eyes flickering from normal to pure white as he stood up from the chair. "Two?" He asked, taking a deep breath as he tried to keep control of the warrior that was still fighting. "Two." T'Challa nodded, keeping an eye on the warriors that were fighting. Y/n wobbled slightly on his first step, guiding his own mind whilst controlling another was hard enough, and now he had to add more in. Y/n slowly made his way toward another one of the warriors, sniffling as he realised his bloody nose. He soon found himself opposite a warrior in red, not saying a word as he set his hands on the sides of his head, taking control with ease. T'Challa nodded toward another warrior, watching as the warrior in red was attacked almost as soon as y/n stepped away. Y/n seemed to almost trip over when he had to control yet another fight, grimacing slightly as he glanced over at T'Challa. "Already?" He asked with a sigh, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand. "I said we're pushing you to your limits." He smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n seemed to move a little slower over to the third warrior he was going to control. The third warrior took in a nervous breath when y/n stood in front of him, he didn't look all there at all. His eyes continuously flickered from having pupils to just pure white, and that bloody nose didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. He was right, y/n wasn't all there. He had to micromanage two other minds whilst also being present in his own. It wasn't fun. T'Challa watched as y/n reached up with one hand to set it on the third warrior's forehead. The third warrior seemed to be the easiest to take control out of all three, maybe because his nervousness was so evident.

Mind control was an odd thing. For the victim it was ruthless, ripping control with no second to process. They get sent into this limbo of nothingness. Empty eyes. Completely under the other person's control. For the controller it was an overwhelming, uncomfortable feeling. Managing several minds all at once, whilst also managing their own. At first glance it seems fun to have an army under your control, but not when you have to manage each and every one. Mind control can be improved over time, but it is a rough process for both the victim and the controller. Coming down from mind control is terrifying for a victim - figuring out what they've done with overwhelming memories of it all coming back at the same time. But, if a person becomes a master at mind control it can be something so, so powerful - and dangerous in the wrong hands.

It didn't take long for y/n to have control over around half of the warriors. His head was pounding from all the power he was using, his body swaying back and forth as he tried his hardest to stay conscious. Y/n's vision had gone completely blurry, blinking over and over again in attempt to stay awake. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath. Y/n felt as if he was underwater. Nothing looked clear, and everything sounded muffled and distorted. His breathing was laboured as if there was a weight on his chest, blood still dripping from his nose. T'Challa watched y/n carefully, a concerned frown on his face. He wasn't sure when to stop him, but he wasn't looking well. "Try one more, y/n." He said hesitantly, waving a warrior over. The warrior made his way toward y/n, kneeling down so he didn't have to stand up. Y/n slowly reached out with one hand, completely missing the warrior and reaching out to the side instead. T'Challa took in a sharp breath, reaching out and guiding y/n's hand to the warrior's head.

As soon as y/n took control, his head seemed to rock back as if he was going to pass out. He leant back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling as he blinked over and over again. The whole room was spinning. He could hear memories and voices that weren't his, everything seeming to blend together as he struggled to stay in control. What y/n didn't realise was that T'Challa was trying to talk to him again, but he was completely unresponsive, not even noticing the hand that was waved in front of his face.

Bucky watched nervously from the window. Steve had been stopping him from heading down to the training room for a while now, but Bucky had had enough. "I'm stopping this right now." He said seriously, pushing past Steve and storming out of the lab so he could get down to the training room. He didn't want to see y/n suffer like that anymore. Steve took in a nervous breath, but he didn't try and stop him. He glanced back at Shuri, who just seemed to nod, already beginning to prepare a medical bed just in case. "Go." She said seriously. Steve nodded, quickly hurrying after his best friend. "Buck, wait! I'm coming with you." He called out, rushing down the stairs.