Marvel's Copycat: Genesis of Power (move to fanfic section)

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Marvel's Copycat: Genesis of Power (move to fanfic section)

Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Stark’s Greatest Creation

Marcus Young had always been a small cog in the giant machine that was Stark Industries. As a mid-level IT consultant, his work involved making sure the servers ran smoothly, updating security protocols, and troubleshooting various issues in the company's immense technological infrastructure. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it paid well, offered excellent benefits, and allowed Marcus to be part of something much larger than himself. For a man whose life had been a long series of mundane moments, being even remotely involved with Stark Industries gave him a small sense of pride.

The towering Stark Industries headquarters in New York was a symbol of power and innovation. Every day, Marcus walked into the glass and steel behemoth with a quiet sense of awe. Tony Stark, the man behind it all, was more than just a genius or a celebrity to Marcus—he was a modern-day Da Vinci, a master of technology, engineering, and business, all wrapped up in an eccentric, larger-than-life persona. Stark had transformed the company from a weapons manufacturer into a global leader in clean energy and advanced technologies. To the world, Stark was Iron Man, the hero who had saved lives and fought alien invasions. But to Marcus, Tony Stark was something else entirely—an inspiration.

From the moment Marcus landed the job at Stark Industries three years ago, he'd kept up a quiet admiration for Stark. Tony had managed to transform his company and his own life after his near-death experience in Afghanistan. The way Stark had turned away from weapons manufacturing to focus on more humanitarian efforts resonated deeply with Marcus. It wasn't just the heroics of Iron Man that inspired him; it was the fact that Stark had the vision to reinvent himself and the company on a global scale.

However, despite being part of the vast organization, Marcus had never personally met Tony Stark. That wasn't surprising. Stark was a global icon, constantly in meetings with world leaders, fellow Avengers, or scientists working on some cutting-edge project. Marcus knew that in the grand scheme of things, his own role was insignificant. Still, it was enough for him to be working at the company that had created some of the most advanced technology the world had ever seen.

Marcus's routine was simple. He arrived at Stark Tower every day at 8:00 AM sharp, coffee in hand, and settled into his cubicle on the 22nd floor. He worked alongside a dozen or so other IT professionals, all of whom were similarly absorbed in their tasks, ensuring the seamless operation of the company's tech infrastructure. Marcus had his own desk, decorated sparsely with a few action figures—a small Iron Man suit, a Captain America shield, and a Hulk figurine that his younger brother had given him. It was his quiet tribute to the larger-than-life heroes who seemed to rule this world now.

The buzz of Stark Industries was contagious. Everyone who worked there seemed to be infused with energy, driven by the innovation and brilliance that the company represented. The engineers spoke in complex, rapid-fire jargon, discussing new algorithms, AI advancements, and next-gen technologies that were still years away from public knowledge. Marcus, however, was content with his own world of servers and security protocols. He didn't need to be an engineer or a developer to feel like he was contributing to something monumental.

Still, there was always a small part of him that wondered what it would be like to work closer to Tony Stark—to be in the room where real innovation happened. Stark's genius had made waves not just in the world of technology but also in politics and global defense. His arc reactor technology had revolutionized clean energy, and his Iron Man suits had become a symbol of hope in a world that increasingly seemed to rely on superheroes to fix its problems. Stark had done more in his lifetime than most people could dream of in ten lifetimes.

Marcus would often catch glimpses of Stark during company-wide meetings or in the occasional hurried walk through the building. Tony would breeze past employees in his trademark sunglasses, a sleek suit, and a relaxed grin. Despite his larger-than-life persona, there was something approachable about Stark, a certain charm that even through all the layers of ego and celebrity, made him seem like he was just another guy. Of course, "just another guy" with a genius intellect and a suit of flying armor.

But Marcus's admiration for Tony Stark wasn't blind. He knew that Stark had his flaws—his arrogance, his recklessness, his disregard for the rules—but to Marcus, those qualities were just part of what made Tony Stark, well, Tony Stark. He wasn't perfect, but he was brilliant. And that brilliance was something Marcus could never stop being fascinated by.

One morning, everything in Marcus's life seemed as normal as ever. He sat at his desk, typing away at a report about some minor server issue from the night before. The hum of conversations and keyboards clacking filled the air, and Marcus sipped his coffee as he went over the data on his screen. Nothing out of the ordinary.

That was, until a notification popped up on his screen.

Special Assignment: IT Emergency Assistance Requested on Level 43.

Marcus frowned. Level 43? That wasn't just any floor. It was one of the restricted areas where Stark and his inner circle of scientists worked on highly classified projects. Marcus had never been anywhere near Level 43, and as far as he knew, only a select few even had clearance to access that floor.

"Looks like someone important's got a tech issue," his colleague John said from the desk across the room, noticing Marcus's reaction.

Marcus felt a twinge of excitement. It was rare that IT from their department was called up to one of the restricted floors. "Yeah, looks like it," Marcus replied, trying to sound casual, though inside, his mind was racing with the possibilities. He clicked the notification, confirming his acceptance of the assignment, and grabbed his tablet.

As Marcus rode the elevator up, he couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy. What could be happening on Level 43? The floor was infamous for hosting some of Stark's most secretive projects. Some employees even joked that it was where the next Iron Man suits were being developed, though no one really knew for sure. Marcus had always dismissed it as company gossip. Still, as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding on the 43rd floor, his heart raced.

The floor was as sleek and futuristic as he had imagined, filled with high-tech workstations, holographic displays, and robotic arms tinkering with various mechanical parts. Marcus's eyes scanned the room, looking for any sign of what he was here to fix, when suddenly, the very man he had admired for years walked into view.

Tony Stark.

It was surreal. Stark stood at the far end of the room, discussing something with a group of engineers, gesturing animatedly as he always did. His voice carried across the room, commanding attention effortlessly. Despite the rush of activity around him, Tony was clearly the center of the storm, the driving force behind every innovation on this floor. Marcus felt a mix of awe and anxiety wash over him. He was actually here, in Stark's world.

Before Marcus could dwell on it too much, one of the engineers—an older man with glasses—approached him.

"You're the IT guy?" the man asked, his tone brusque but not unfriendly.

"Yeah, Marcus Young," he replied, trying to mask his excitement.

"Good, we've been having some issues with the server connecting to our quantum simulation platform. It's been causing delays with Stark's arc reactor prototypes. Can you take a look?"

Marcus nodded, feeling a thrill shoot through him. This wasn't just any server issue—this was affecting Tony Stark's work. The arc reactor was Stark's crowning achievement, the very technology that had saved his life and revolutionized the energy industry. To think that Marcus was about to play a small part in fixing something connected to it was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

He quickly got to work, his fingers flying over his tablet as he accessed the server logs. The issue was more complicated than it seemed at first glance—a miscommunication between several servers that were processing the quantum data from Stark's simulations. Marcus could see why it had been causing delays. Stark's technology was pushing the limits of what was possible, and even the smallest hiccup could have major consequences.

As Marcus worked, he became acutely aware that Tony Stark was only a few feet away. He could hear Stark's voice, sharp and witty as ever, as he bounced ideas off the engineers around him. Every so often, Marcus would glance up from his tablet, catching glimpses of Stark in action. It was fascinating to watch him work. He wasn't just a genius—he was a force of nature, constantly thinking five steps ahead of everyone else in the room.

"You got that fixed yet?" the engineer asked, breaking Marcus from his thoughts.

"Almost there," Marcus replied, his focus snapping back to the task at hand.

After a few more minutes of troubleshooting, Marcus found the root of the problem. A minor bug in the server's software had caused a bottleneck in the data flow, disrupting the quantum simulations. He quickly patched the issue and rebooted the system. The servers came back online, and Marcus watched as the data began flowing smoothly again.

"All done," Marcus said, feeling a small surge of pride.

"Good work," the engineer said with a nod before heading back to the group of scientists.

Marcus packed up his tablet, ready to leave, when he suddenly heard a voice from behind him.

"Hey, IT guy!"

Marcus froze. That voice was unmistakable.

He turned slowly, and there, standing just a few feet away, was Tony Stark himself, looking directly at him with an amused expression.

"You're the one who fixed my server issue?" Stark asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Uh, yeah," Marcus stammered, completely caught off guard.

Stark nodded, looking him up and down before flashing a quick grin. "Nice work. That thing's been giving us trouble for days."

"Thanks," Marcus said, trying to keep his cool, though his heart was pounding in his chest.

For a brief moment, Marcus locked eyes with Stark. There was something intense about the way Stark looked at him, like he was sizing him up, analyzing him in the same way he analyzed the machines and technology around him. It was intimidating, but also exhilarating. Marcus had dreamed of this moment—standing face to face with the man who had inspired him for so long—and now it was actually happening.

Stark glanced at the tablet in Marcus's hand. "What's your name, IT guy?"

"Marcus Young."

"Well, Marcus Young, good job today. Keep up the good work," Stark said with a nod before turning back to his team.

Just like that, the moment was over. Tony Stark had acknowledged him. It wasn't much—just a quick thank you—but to Marcus, it meant everything. As he left the floor and rode the elevator back down to his usual office, a strange feeling washed over him. For the first time, he felt like he wasn't just another faceless employee in the massive machine that was Stark Industries. He had made a small but important contribution, and Tony Stark himself had noticed.

As Marcus returned to his desk, his heart still racing from the encounter, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He had always admired Tony Stark from a distance, but now, for the first time, he felt like he was part of the same world—even if just for a moment.

Little did he know that this small interaction was just the beginning of something much, much bigger.