A/N: I want this novel to be a bit of a slow burn, so the mc won't be super op by age 5. He will get powers, but he'll have to be careful and clever about what he goes for.
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1995
New York City
Hospital
It was cold. Why am I cold? I tried to move around to see if I left the windows open again but found I couldn't move my body. What the hell?!
I tried to look around but my eyes weren't opening. Okay..what the fuck is happening?! Trying not to panic I felt sothing grasp my head and slowly start to pull back. I tried to free myself but my body seed to not want to listen to .
Before I could find another way to free myself, blinding light seeped threw my eyelids and I let out a manly scream... or at least I tried to but what ca out was the soft cries of a baby.
"It's a boy! Emily, It's a boy!!"
A gruff deep voice shouted out around as I felt sothing soft wrap around my body.
"Oh my god, he's so cute! He looks just like you Frank."
A softer voice called out this ti, she sounded tired but happy. I wanted to see what these two were talking about and thankfully my body listened as my eyes slowly started to open.
It was bright. Fuck was it bright, but I pushed through the discomfort to see... TWO FUCKING GIANTS SMILING DOWN AT !!
"He has your eye's tho darling." The man said.
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?!!?
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1998
New York City, Lower East Side
Three Years Later
I'm so fucked. Not only was I sohow reborn as a baby but apparently I was also transported to the Marvel universe. The MCU to be exact, found that out the hard way when a green supersuit-wearing Brie Larson chased a shapeshifting alien onto our bus.
Things didn't go like the scene I saw on youtube tho (didn't actually watch the movie) because instead of just blending in, the Skrull started killing people indiscriminately.
I was lucky. 'Captain Marvel' apparently didn't want to watch a baby die and saved but my parents weren't so lucky. I wanted to feel... I don't know, sothing when they died but I barely knew them and I had much bigger worries on my mind.
Lucky for babies don't really have to fake being sad for their dead parents. Unlucky for , I was an orphan in the marvel universe.
Authorities were placing in a foster ho, where I hoped to live out an unimportant life away from the aliens and space gods. My new foster dad, Anthony Masters, seed like a good enough guy if not a little brash.
My view of him changed when I caught him donning battle gear and a skull mask one night when he thought I was sleeping. I just know whatever or whoever he really is was definitely going to get in the way of my chill peaceful new life.
Sadly today that wish truly died when I finally rembered where I heard my new na before. Brock Rumlow, A.k.A Crossbones. The fated minor villain and punching bag of Captain fucking Arica. So..yeah like I said, I'm so fucked.
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A/N: Soo what did you think? The MC is a casual viewer of the marvel movies and knows a little from other stuff like comics or cartoons but he isn't a walking wiki, so won't know more of the obscure stuff or characters.
Let know if you like where the story is going. Thanks for reading my first fic!!
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