The glove

"So how does this thing work, anyway?"

Jason slipped the glove onto his hand, looking it over. It was much too large for his hand, and had dozens of strange parts to it, sticking out or not fully in place in the strangest places. As instructed, he pressed a small button on the inside of the glove, just on the inside of his wrist, and the parts of it began to move. They slid into place, becoming more accurately shaped like a hand, as it closed in around his own, fitting tight but comfortable. He wiggled his fingers and turned his hand back and forth, looking it over. The glove slid its pieces and adjusted accordingly, making every movement smooth and uninhibited.

"The glove, now attached," the professor informed him, "is learning your composition, skills, strengths, and so forth. It's examining the form and consistency of your body. In a minute, it will fully understand you. You must remember that under no circumstances should you ever remove the glove during this first minute. It would not be pretty."

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. "I know, I know," he said, "you've told me a thousand times. But you keep telling me about how amazing this thing is going to be. What does it do?"

Just then the timer on the glove went off, and Jason felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through him, coming from the glove. Wave after wave rushed through his body, first cold, then hot, electricity, he couldn't even describe them all. He could feel his hair standing on end, his skin felt like it was being stretched to its full capacity. And then it all faded away. It had all happened in a second, but had felt much longer. He looked up at the professor, who simply smiled at him. "Why don't you see for yourself? Push yourself, Jason. See what you are capable of."

Jason stretched his gloved hand. He couldn't even feel it now, it just felt like a part of him. He walked out of the lab to the training area that the professor had prepared for him. There were large structures, hollow and solid, placed all in varying positions and distances from one another. It looked very similar to  a child's playground, but taller and wider. Jason had spent a large portion of his life practicing parkour, and was accustomed to moving smoothly from one structure to another, but these were farther and taller than he was used to.

Bracing himself, he stepped between two of the structures and pushed against one to launch himself to the top of the other. The motion felt familiar, no different than any other day, but he shot into the air farther than he had anticipated, soaring over his goal. As he began to fall, his eyes darted around the area, taking it in faster than he ever had before. He saw that he was moving toward a long pole extending between two towers, and he reached out his hand to grab it. Fingers curling around the bar effortlessly, he swung under it, back to the top where his feet gently landed. Finding himself perched, he looked around the area once more, now in a new light, for he knew it would be too small for him.

He let out a laugh and shouted, "Doc, this is amazing!"

The professor chuckled to himself, leaning against the doorway and watching. "I know, Jason," he muttered. "I know."