Creed stood with palms cupped. The crumbled cube was now a nest of cold debris wreathing a beautiful cerulean blue gem. The tide of its might washed over the mutant. Amber eyes typically surging with fire were now traced in ocean colors, causing his stare to resemble a flame melting ice. A clarity he couldn’t describe made Creed’s knees buckle, and the mutant sank to the floor. Though his chin was lowered, and he appeared to be fixated on the treasure he carried, Creed was able to see things far beyond this chamber, and the awe on his face proved it so.
He saw his daughter standing in a garden, speaking to a woman.
He saw Heimdall – the man who made an utter fool of him in battle – walking through the actual fabrics of space and time; unable to discern through so much chaos and bright light, Creed couldn’t see him open a door to that same garden.
He saw the Allfather, enflamed as he stood over a scalped Asgardian. He briefly saw the Jotun, hiding behind his mask of pale flesh and small physique, speaking to an equine creature that was the source of children’s nightmares.
Wayward thoughts of Xavier’s mutants came to mind, and one by one, Creed caught them all in their tedious lives…
The blonde blinked rapidly, and focused on what he held.
“…I can…see everyone!” he gasped. “Anyone I think about…like it's real!”
Suddenly, the reality of how useful this level of omnipotent surveillance could be. Thoughts specific to Clarice, Loki, Heimdall and Odin rotated in his mind like a carousel…as did the plight of timid indecision.
“But how do I get to 'em? It ain't like I can just wish fer' it and they'll poof in my lap”, Creed grumbled, ignorant of the extent of the space stone’s power. “I need… to protect her… But I can’t let my prey get away… It don't hurt no more when I think about killin' em. I may not get another shot if I tuck tail an' run...”
The images of the four began to relay like a reel spinning out of control. Clarice’s smile. Loki’s fanged smirk. Odin’s sneer. Heimdall’s stoic stare.
"...Why did ja have ta' go an' show me all this fer'?"
The question was rhetorical, but after clutching the space stone and punching the floor from frustration, he repeated it toward the magpie.