Given a few wishes, a teen wondered; what better wish than to go to a world made up of his favorite comic book universes with the powers of his favorite Xeno killers!

Join the boy as he grows up as a Space Marine in a world where he isn't so special but he's definitely Unique.

[Disclaimer - I do not own this I am just translating it because I noticed it wasn't on the site so here you go!] 

David Osmond a marvel superfan had just traversed into the Marvel world, and became an Overlord Lifeform.

-New York City, New York.


~Origins


"Fuck!" The thug hissed before he tossed the useless contents of the backpack on the ground.


"Another poor bastard! He barely had shit on him." He bemoaned.


"We missed the quota again."


"Stein going to be pissed, "the second thug replied.


"Fuck Stein! He can take this quota and shove it."


He groaned at his partner's admission but decided to change the subject. "Hey, how about that blonde from earlier? She sure was fun, man." He exclaimed.


His partner grabbed his crouch. "Hell yeah! I'm glad we got to fuck her. Stein would have held her for himself."


"Exactly why we didn't inform him." He began shuffling through the thrown away book-bag of the teenager that they waylaid moments earlier; his cooling body lay hidden behind the dumpster.


The thug noticed a textbook in the pile of junk; grabbing it and reading the color he became surprised, he waived the thick textbook before his partner. "Look, the whore and the twerp both  went to the same high school." The two starred at each other before they exploded in raucous laughter. A noise from the distance caused them to stop laughing. It originated from where they stashed the teen body.


Jeremy York's eyes snapped open, an electrical current traveled through his body causing him to spasm. He gasped loudly, his lungs greedily Inhaling. Cole Stephens's mind was foggy, his memory recall of recent events seemed almost surreal, his mind was a jumbled mess of traumatic thoughts and bizarre images. The greatest conflict was that he wasn't Jermey York, not really, he knew his name, he was Cole Stephens.


He recalled the original owner life. Jeremy York is a teenager; recent orphan, his parents murdered not even years prior, he was currently a ward of the state, his family is wealthy, unfortunately, the money is tied up in the courts and child protection agency, his lawyer and caseworker is siphoning money with the help of the shady orphanage.


'What happened to him, no to me?' He was on his way to the orphanage located in a seedy neighborhood in the declining parts near old lower Manhattan before he was grabbed, beating and stabbed. 'He was murdered!' His mind wavered. The sickly memory of weakness and death part of his redall.


He fumbled around, the darkness hindering him, eventually,  he managed to pull himself up with the help of the grimy cold arm belonging to the nearby dumpster. Jermey. No, that was wrong. His face scrunched at the queer abstract thinking. He was Cole. Cole Stephens.  His head hurt regardless, the differences mattered little.


Thoroughly checking himself over. He patted his stomach, his hand cold and damp, fingertips sticky with his own blood. He gulped loudly. The mugging fresh in his mind, the merciless beating, humiliation,  and the final stabbing, the misery, the fear, his own passing, darkness. He shuttered, teeth chattering as coldness latched on to his still cold body.


Before panic could devour him, and shatter his fragile state-of-mind, a cool blissful all-consuming sensation overcame him, soon the Uncertainty and fear fled him, the horror of the experience departed his mind, the scarring of his soul, a deep gulf mended. A translucent screen consumed his vision. His eyes soon went out of focus.


Under a flickering street light, the two thugs began to walk back toward the dumpster, where they stashed the body; the noise and shuffling piquing their interest. Being  career street-thugs they knew the best witness, was a dead witness.


System message: Mind merge completed...


System message: Persona acclimation beginning...


System message: Jason Todd - Red Hood (Prime Earth) installing...


His mind all but reformed, situational awareness returned to him twofold. He grasped the current situation in a newfound analytical way. He instinctively understood he was giving a new and inherently unique lease on life.He remembered everything that had transpired. The York boy's life could be summed up as extremely sad, and of depravity and heartache. Even in his final moments were one of suffering, bloodshed, misery, and pain, he didn't die at peace, he died with regrets and untold anguish.


But, 'I'm Cole Stephens,' he said reassuring himself. His life had been unceremoniously ripped away, his mind washed away. He could only recall residual things. Nothing of how he lived; family. Friends. Birthdays. Major achievements, all gone. All he remembered was laying down, for the night, and his own name. His former home—world-reality...


The mind is a marvelous thing, it could adapt to a great many things. Take, for example, the memories and experience of entirely different life down to the minute details. Typically, if strong memories were introduced to the mind, they would more likely overwrite the old mind. However, what happens when the strong memories are met with an indomitable entity, such as the system? Undoubtedly, the two minds would struggle, but against such a supreme administrator, the two could only merge accordingly.


Cole and Jermey minds were sewn together by exquisite hands of the system.  The two individuals: Jeremy York, Cole Stephens settled, merging into one dominant persona. Jeremy's memories and experiences were his memories and experiences, his soul, unfortunately, had all but parted from his body upon his death.


System message: Persona acclimation at 5%|100%


Cole's eyes one of discernment became hard and unfeeling, even his face lost all emotions. One couldn't glean anything from his countenance. The few people that known Jermey York would be greatly alarmed at his featureless countenance.


He began to canvass his surroundings, a mental map of everything before he entered his mind. His mind was working at a rate incalculable by normal standards, even amongst the enhanced.


In that cold dreary alleyway, a plan formed, one far-reaching and critical. This would be the date over hundreds of millions of lives were altered.


He squatted down, making his figure less noticeable, utilizing the lowlight of the surroundings. His left eye fazed slightly as the system interface bestowed to him came to his mental calling. His eye darted around what he could only describe as his character sheet; as an avid reader, and a pro-gamer he understood the intricacies of such a sight.


'Marvel universe, but which one?' He didn't know much about Marvel, besides the cinematic universe and the few comics he did read. He was an avid D.C comic reader, he even enjoyed their subpar cinematic world. He wondered, was that the reason he received a pseudo-intelligent system—that had the DC-comics locked inside?


At this moment he wasn't as efficient as the original Jason Todd at his literary peak. He was still afforded marginal utilization of the installed personal abilities. He summarized the whole system things as his own personal x-gene, simpler to understand he supposed. He was literally capable of gaining untold abilities, superpowers, gifts, and items, as long as they belonged to the literary library. 


He was currently at 5%. When the percentage reached 100% he would randomly gain another comic book character persona.


Name: Cole Stephens


Known Name: Jeremy York


Alias- None


Alignment- Neutral


Persona(s)


Jason Peter Todd- Red Hood 5%|100%


Intelligence- Tier 2


Strength- Tier 2


Speed- Tier 2


Durability- Tier 2


Energy Projection- None


Fighting Skills- Tier 2


Gear-Inventory


• Red Hood Costume


• Combat Knife


• Dual Pistols [9mm Glocks]


• Smoke Grenade


• Pocket Explosives




Abilities


•Holder of the Hero-Villain System


•[Limited]-Enhanced Investigation.


•[Limited]-Skilled marksman and expert tactician


•[Limited]-Skilled martial artist and hand-to-hand combatant


•[Limited]-Understanding and Utilization of high-tech equipment and weapons


•[Limited]-Enhanced strength, speed, and durability due to exposure to the Lazarus Pit


•Inhuman Healing Factor, due to being the holder of the Human-Villain System


Suddenly, his newfound body was engulfed with another electrifying sensation, this time it was euphoric,  akin to a revival, like the stories of the Phoenix rising from its smoldering ashes. His muscles flexed, becoming taut. He inhaled deeply. This was  [Enhance strength] and [Inhuman Healing Factor] both worming their way through this being. His body had undergone a complete overhaul; matter-of-factly, his entire being was reworked.


[Inhuman Healing Factor] wasn't the greatest-but he could theoretically heal completely within hours, and lesser wounds in a manner of minutes, like the previous owner abdomen stab wound. He wasn't sure about a bullet to the head, though. There were still things he didn't understand, like where his powers resided, if they were physical, then like most mutants, a headshot in the right spot could bypass his healing factor.


Those thoughts were for tomorrow, he needed to get past the two men, and then he needed to rest, his body had overworked itself. Once his body acclimates more to his newfound abilities, he would be amongst the empowered. He also would need to train himself, physical exertion will increase his persona acclimation percentage. He was also much smarter now, not Tony Stark, not Peter Parker, but giving enough time and study, he could outpace them, easily.


The first thug was the obvious leader of the duo. He neared the edge of the dumpster first. Before the thug could take another step a low moving blur darted before him. He experienced a brief bout of vertigo before he landed heavily on the ground.


The second one having mere seconds of warning yelped in fright but he to was hit with quick hard and strong fists. Cole Stephens cursed as his hands were bruised and he jammed his thumb; a rookie mistake he thought as his blow to the man was ill-placed and his fist wasn't properly closed.


He stared down at the two thugs, one was squirming backward starring heatedly at him; the second one was out like a light, a line of blood poured from his open mouth.


These two were killers, they had murdered his predecessor mere minutes ago, it was almost insured they will do it again. He withdrew his pistol from his inventory. To the thug, it seemed like the kid pulled it from thin air. The leader's eyes bulged. He couldn't believe it. This teen that was surely dead was some kind of freak. He was one of those people.


The lone Glock was leveled at the head of the thug, but a passing patrol car bright flashing lights startled him. Cole fumbled with the pistol in his hand before he withdrew it back into his inventory. Red lights flashed on the top of the car. Policemen scrambled out, hands-on their own weapons. He sprinted in the opposite direction.


He could only reassure himself. The police would handle them; their crimes would be found out and they'll pay dearly for them. He fled down the alley under the cloak of darkness.

Cole Stephens, a unmentionable man from earth perishes only to awaken inside the body of a recently deceased teen. He quickly learns he has been transplanted into the Marvel Universe with a system.

I’m not a writer; this is for fun and self-improvement, please exit stage left if you’re looking for some Game of Throne type of storyline or to self impose your own beliefs or direction of the story, go write your own.

Fuck. I really wish I can leave his shit house." A teen thought while bruises can be seen on his body with his nose is broken.

My name is Brendan Hunter, 15 years not who lives with an abusive parent and siblings.

I got treated badly because of my supposed father ran away. My mother got remarried and I ended have 2 older siblings which are both males

It all started when my older brother dropped my mother vase. But he blamed me for doing it.

My mother believed him and immediately slapped me.

And that is the beginning of their abusing towards me.

Every day I will not escape from being bullied by my older siblings and parent who did not even care about me.

At school, I will be bullied and the teachers will not care about it. My life got worse when my favourite car is named Tom got cruelly murdered by my older brothers when he cruelly them it to the middle of the road and a car hit my beloved cat.

But that is the moment when I let my anger consume me. I remembered how I pound my older brother along with the second brother.

I remembered how they tried to fight back but I punch kick their balls. They fell to the floor and I kept punching and kicking them until my father kicks me away.

I looked at the state of my older brothers. They got bruises with their mouth are leaking blood. My parent scolded me but I ignored their scolding.

At school, I beat up those bullies until they cannot walk anymore. Their parent made a report that ended with my family got sued.

My father dragged me to my bedroom and beat me up but I used a hidden knife that I kept stabbing his knee and seize the chance to beat him up when he kneels down.

I punch him many times ignoring the scream or my mother who told me to stop.

The next thing I knew, the police locked me up in jail.

They kept me in jail for a month before I got released and I am back into the shit house.

Before I got back to my house, I decided to buy a Manga book at the local comic store.

The Manga book I bought is My Hero Academia. I did not fancy the main character who has a nerd and coward attitude not to mention his stuttering when he spoke to others.

I read those because of those villains especially Shigaraki Tomura.

His quirk is overpowered with only one touch he can turn anything into dust

And I also liked 2 characters from DC. They are Blue Beetle and Reverse-Flash.

Weird right, considering many people will like Batman, Superman, Green Lantern, Flash or Wonder Woman.

The reason I like Blue Beetle mainly due to his Blue Beetle Scarab which I found cool to have shapeshifting abilities that can turn into various type of weapons.

And the user also many different kinds of modes so yeah, it is cool equipment to have.

And I liked Reverse-Flash because he is the reason The Flash exists. In the real-life version. Plus I liked his character which is a very smart and cunning person. He is able to tricks everyone during the first season of The Flash as a man who cannot walk.

Plus he is the true arch-nemesis of The Flash. Able to recreate the incident which made Barry Allen become the Flash. And more importantly, he is able to create his own Speed Force which he called Negative Speed Force.

Of course, there are many different kind version of Reverse-Flash, but I like Eorbard Thawne and Hunter Zolomon. Hunter Zolomon is mainly due to him have Sage and Strength Force.

Now I am walking to my comic store which is open all day with an old man is sweeping the floor. 

But the moment I entered the Comics Store, I see a man who is wearing a mask is holding a gun to the owner of the comic book store.

I act by instinct and tried to rescue the owner but sadly the man shot towards me. The bullet pierces through my forehead and my vision goes black.

BRENDAN POV

"So this is how my life ended huh? Never able to feel happiness or find someone precious." I thought in my head.

"If only I can live in another world, I will live my life to the fullest." I thought in m head.

"Your wish has been granted. What do you want when you go to the next world?" I heard an ancient voice sounded.

"My own Negative Speed Force," I replied.

"Granted. What are other powers that you wish to have.

"Shigaraki Tomura's quirk but I wanted to control the quirk. I did not want to kill anyone with a touch." I replied.

"Then I want to have Blue Beetle Scarab with no negative effect from the suit. Make the Scarab able to communicate with me. Next, I wanted to use Logomancy perfectly.

"Hmm. Your wish has been granted. Now before you go to the next world, there is 1 Force that has taken an interest in you. It is the Strength Force.

You will also be the conduit of Strength Force when you reached into the next world. Have fun in the DC World." The ancient voice sounded and I can felt my body moved.



GENERAL POV

A child body shined and the body moved.

"W-where am I?" The child asked while noticing he is in a room.

Then a foreign memory invaded the child mind. He holds his head while gritting his teeth at the sudden rush of many memories entered into his head.

The child is Brendan Hunter, he got transmigrated into the body of his doppelganger in the Marvel world.

His doppelganger's life is different from him as his parent left him at the orphanage.

But the same thing happens as his doppelganger also got bullied due to his unnatural hair. His hair is blond with him having red eyes.



BRENDAN POV

"I got transmigrated like in that webnovel, fanfiction and light novel that I read. That means the ancient voice I heard probably any omnipotent being who granted my request to have those quirks I wanted.


But I remember I am also a conduit of Negative Speed  Force and Strength Force. I remember reading it in the Flash Comic. And I have my own Negative Speed Force. So that made me a speedster and I can run to any timeline freely and without any side effects.

Strength Force meanwhile grants you super strength and your defence will be increased. It will also grant you gravity manipulation. 

Those are the only information I knew about both force." I thought in my head.

"I am probably in the Marvel world since I remembered that ancient voice said I will be going to the Marvel world."

"The world of tragic superheroes. A world where many past superheroes still exist. A purple skin alien who is on his conquest to have Infinity Stones. A world of many mutants, one who is a good person but at the same time hypocrite, with the other tried to bring Maurice to mutants. A spider-themed superhero who did not kill his enemy when they deserve to is killed. And lastly, a billionaire who then turns into a hero."

I said before a smirk appeared."They can do whatever the fuck they wanted but if they ever stand in my way" red lightning appeared on my left hand"I will kill them."

I did not know how I got transported into this world full of mutants and secret organizations. What I know is that I have a blue beetle alien who stuck on my back.

*Just to be clear I do not own any Marvel Characters shown in this fanfic.

In a destroyed world of chaos, a dying man sat down peacefully reading a comic book.


Bunker's log: This is James Curtis, it's been 20 years since I've left the bunker after the Kelvin plague spreaded turning every living being into mindless beings only knowing how to eat while increasing in speed, strength and production of saliva to digest raw meat. I've worked with other scientists and geneticist on the patient zero on the cure. Until our fellow friend got drunk and broke the containment unit. It all went south after reports around the world of the disease spreading, politicians, children, and teachers, man and woman eating each other. I have created this bunker to save guard me from nuclear attacks, and food enough for 15 years, and now I am dying. I wish I live in the world of comic books, but it's impossible.


Now thinking back of what he's done and what he could have done, he dies peacefully.


    James wakes up in a plain white room, still thinking about what happened. "Am I dead?". In disbelief he shouted, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"You have awaken sooner than I expected."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am Gaia, the planet you call earth and what you would call mother nature. You are the last of my children and so I will use what remains of my life essence to full fill you 3 wishes and get you to wherever you what to go and reincarnate to save you, my last child."

    I have to think about this seriously. "Are there any tricks to the wishes?"

    "No. But you must hurry for I can only maintain you in this state for so long before draining myself."

    "I wish to live in a universe that is a mixture of the MCU, the Marvel 616 universe and the Marvel Ultimate universe."

    "It is done."

    "I wish to have the power to absorb other people's powers and memories by touching them without overloading my body and mind."

    "It is done, but hurry. Half of my power is drained and can only give you one more wish."

    "I wish to have regenerative powers as strong as Deadpool's."

    "My child, your powers will manifest at the age of two and so will your memory of this life to avoid suspicion of your powers and intelligence."

    "Well, I guess th-"

    "Now off you go my child, before my essence is fully drained!"

    After Gaia's death, the earth blew up into a supernova, years later, birthing a new planet from the ashes of the old one.


I am 13, and this is my first fanfic so leave a comment on how can I improve it. Thank you for your support.

James Curtis is the last survivor of the Kelvin plague and was reincarnated into the Marvel universe.

Thanks to Gaia, he managed to have the power to absorb other people's powers and memories, similar to Rouge's.

Using his knowledge of the marvel universe and his new found powers, what should he do?

They day after The Colonel's Convoy settled into the university. A blizzard of an unworldly making set in. Gathered on the main floor, Bayek addressed the convoy once more before taking on his scientific endeavors for the winter. "We made it, Ladies and gentlemen, we made it. This will be the first winters of many. All of us here are mostly military, other civilians before this all started. With that being said. I want everyone to get with Emma, April, and Miranda. Tell them your job, any skills you feel will be beneficial to this company. From their duties will be assigned. 

You can eat, drink, and kickback all you want. But you will carry your weight. All children of school age will continue their schooling. At least things that will need to be learned in order to keep us going. They will spend each day of the week except weekends, learning about the different jobs assigned around the company.  "

Bayek took a long breath and looked over the company observing their reactions. Everyone seemed intent on pulling their weight. And showed expressions of conviction. Nodding his in approval Bayek continued 

"Evolved people will spend this winter with me on the top floor, for research. After jobs are assigned, we will start forming teams and then everyone will be subject to more physical training.  PT or die. But I won't be the one to kill you, those walkers outside will. Finally. Every Monday will be posting task on the board in the main hall. It will have things that the company needs, and things that are needed to prepare for departure in spring, today is now November 13, 2010. So, relax, do your jobs and enjoy your stay at the University resort" 

Finished with his address the building echoed with shouts "Kill! Rah!" civilians gave a round of applause with smiles on their faces. They could be in worse situations. But the Colonel made sure they had shelter before they froze to death. It was the third time head saved their necks and the people appreciated it.

The company began forming to lines. One for military personal and another full of civilians, to report their occupations and skills. Bayek and April took a walk through the building. It had three floors all together. The first floor consisted of 6 lecture halls and 4 small classrooms; the first floor was also attached to a Starbucks. The second floor had a common area, 6 laboratories and 2 chemical and equipment lockups, along with the staff offices.  It was an identical set up on the third floor as it was on the second. More than enough supplies for Bayek to conduct research. 

During their stroll, April and Bayek talked about their food supply, Medicine, ammunition, clothes, and more.  They decided to wait until the blizzard killed over and to ration supplies for the time being. Looking at a map of the surrounding area. 
"So how do you want to handle this?" April asked him




"I'm going to leave it up to you, just make sure you check that Starbucks for coffee. I 'll call for you when I'm ready for the evolved. Make sure that the power is directed towards the heater and light out at 9 to save fuel. You got this?" Bayek asked

"Of course, you just find a way to kill those things."


The winter went buy in relative peace, Teams went out and gathered supplies from the surrounding are to prepare for war season. Most of the walkers were frozen stiff during the winter. And the world had shown another face. The harshest winter anyone had experienced was upon them. It was like the Siberian tundra outside , But the company soldiered on. 

Archery and hand to hand combat was taught to everyone. Civilians had to become fighters. And the kids were taught to load magazine, engineering, first aid, and other things that were crucial to the survival of the entire company. With a routine in place, everyone started to feel a lot more comfortable in the university.

Bayek him self like the change, the company was turning into 100 percent fighting force. And the best part was that the more they trained the more their bodily limits increased making it hard to achieve evolution, but when they did, it would produce phenomenal results.

Bayek spent his days in the lab, Reading and studying. Testing the evolved and normal humans. With the body of a variant and the cocoon of an evolved. Bayek pretty much had all he need for his initial research. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. Bayek spent his time shut in the lab. He had come to the conclusion that the suppressed DNA activated after the sudden increase of environmental pressure. It was like, evolution on steroids. The next question was how to induce the DNA activation without the need to fight a horde.

In mid-March, Bayek had saw a school student reading a comic book. It was none other than captain America Volume 5. Bayek laughed to himself. In his past life, Marvel had made a Captain America movie. Steve Rodgers was a slim and sickly man in the beginning. That is until he was injected with a serum and but in some type of incubator. In that moment, Bayek had came up with the craziest fucking Idea of the century. 

Snatching the comic book from the kid's hands, Bayek went straight to Starbucks. It had been turned into a kitchen for the company. The team leaders always ate last and liked to conduct their morning meetings while they ate

Rushing through the door. Bayek slapped the comic book on the table. "If I didn't know you in Atlanta, get out." Bayek ordered in a stern commanding voice. When the room was finally cleared of untrusted personnel Bayek looked at everyone with a childish grin

"When you have nothing to lose, risk it all" They group looked at each other a little confused. "Remember the memo I sent to you about the confirmed trigger that causes onset evolution?" 

April nodded her head "well, the next question I asked my self was how to  trigger an evolution, without the need of a horde. I was completely stuck. Until I saw a kid reading Captain America…"
The group was stuck for a while, it seemed that not a lot of them were comic book fans. But in the Nadia was slacked jawed "No way?!" The group turned to look at her.

"What are you doing her, I didn't know you in Atlanta" Seiichi spoke
"Leave em alone Bayek, they're Cesar's family and they've been a big help this winter" April intervened

"Oh well. By sound of your little outburst. You know what I'm thinking. Care to share with the Group?" Bayek asked with an amused smile

"Umm... Well before the outbreak I was like a super mega comic book fan, I mean I have a had the copies comic book from timely comics before it became marvel. Captain America was like one of my all-time favorites…" Nadia ramble

"Yo! Get to the point" Hazel interrupted her
"The point is, Captain America wasn't always Captain America. He was an average joe like the rest of us, until he was injected by an experimental Serum."

In that moment, it dawned on them. Bayek was finally going full Dred Doctor.
"That's the craziest fucking Idea, I've ever heard. We can't inject people with magic serums" Em was the first to voice her disagreement

"The Serum will induce pain. Extreme pain. The Incubator is the difficult part" Bayek went on to explain his entire plan with everyone. From the purpose of the serum, the construction and purpose of the incubator. And what he hoped to accomplish if everything went right.

"We need to risk it all. By this time next year, who knows how many variant will be hunting humans. And what if that variant, evolves.  Our only choice is to get stronger. Guns can put them down. But we can't shoot what we can't see. And when those bullets are all gone, then what?" Bayek said his closing argument and watched the changing expressions of the group.

That meeting, in a run-down Starbucks, would change the course of humanity in ways that Bayek would have never imagined. Marking the era of a battle against an enemy far beyond any of their comprehension. The meeting will become known as the first gathering of the Genesis Council.



In the following days. The company spent their time hunting down parts to build the incubator.  While Bayek meditated and cultivated his Qi. One night in the middle of deep meditation. Bayek had saw images of the Goddess Hecate in his mind's eyes. She said no words and only sent him pictures. These pictures were messages left in him, when Hecate had given Bayek his last gift, for the mistake of dropping him in The Walking Dead world.

When Bayek opened his eyes. The layer of impurities flaked off of his body and his eyes shined with a profound light
"So that's how it is."

Body conditioning
Meridians connection, then opening
Qi gathering
Qi Condensation

The message was stopped after that. It was the stages of cultivation that Bayek could ascend. According to his personally examination. He was nearing the peak of body condition. He wouldn't be able to hold Qi in his body until Qi gathering stage. All he could do know was use external Qi, like a human energy conductor.

My MC find's himself to be the last believer of a dying Goddess. Rewarded for his loyalty he is granted another life... And then some.

However, what happens when the Goddess you love so much, fucks up and sends you to an apocalyptic world, where the dead walks.

Be advised! Profanity, nudity, ruthless murder, sex, and all things sinful to be expected in the apocalypse will be included in this story.





I do not own the walking dead.
My cover Photo is from Pintrest
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I'm sorry for not being a new chapter. I know there are people who are anxious!

I'm posting a new Fanfic, and believe it or not it's Marvel !! more precisely the MCU !! I will cover the MCU storyline and some comic book storylines.

I will not stop posting this Fanfic !! please tell me what you think of the new novel !!

The name of the novel is Marvel: We Are Venom

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The best assassin is much different from what people may think. He simply wants to protect, to be a guardian. And what does he do when he gets a chance to be a guardian? He takes it, as Otsutuski Tsukuyomi, The God Of The Moon. Accompany his journey in a celestial world that contains several characters from Animes. With his family that may or may not be in his harem. You’ll have to read this to know.

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October 9th 2016

The Javitz Center is bursting with energy. The line in the morning went up and down 34th street. It's the last day of this year's New York Comic Con. People dressed as their favorite characters from every conceivable fandom parade around to get comic books signed, pictures taken, attend artist/writer's panels, compare costumes, purchase merchandise and collectibles, as well as hang out and connect with fellow fans of the same work. It's a magical time.

However, this NYCC is a bit different than usual. People dressed as Spider-Man, Thor, Black Widow, and many other beloved Marvel characters can be seen with mixed emotions on their faces, excited, yet also despondent. Looking at them you'd think that someone just told them that their favorite grandmother was about to die but was also leaving them with her entire fortune after she passed away. If asked about it, many would agree with that sentiment, especially those who live in this city that never sleeps.

The reason for this occurred two days ago. It was announced online that this would be a beloved icon's last convention in his birth city of New York. The man who has given all Marvel fans so much of his time and energy, as well as being a co-creator of so many of the more well known characters in the Marvel Universe.  Stan Lee is having his last panel at this location today, this afternoon, in-fact. Right now though, the man every comic book fan adores can be seen chatting and signing autographs from behind a white plastic table with the upcoming Marvel Studios movie poster "Spider-Man: Homecoming" blown up behind him.

One New Yorker can be seen in line to get the man's signature, shuffling in place nervously but gingerly holding a limited edition copy of Fantastic Four #72. His deep green eyes looking over the others ahead of him in order to see how long it'll be until it's his turn. A cough from behind startles him. He turns around to see who wants his attention.

"Hey tall guy, what's got you so impatient? Not like you can make this line move any faster."

Embarrassed, the man scratches the back of his dark brown head of hair as he looks down to acknowledge the older gentleman. He must be around five ten? Five nine? Maybe 70 or 80 years old. And dressed as Thanos, The Mad Titan, of all people, complete with a replica of the infinity gauntlet and purple makeup. It's kind of a odd choice of character for an elderly person to dress as. While keeping up with the rest of the line, the brown haired man responds.

"S-sorry, it's just, I've always wanted to meet him again since the first NYCC I went to and I don't want to miss him. I mean, it's his last one, y'know?"

'Thanos' shows a knowing smile.

"I get it, believe me, but doin' what your doin' ain't gonna help at all. By the way, been meanin' to ask you... who are you cosplaying as?" 'Thanos' asks, gesturing to the man's attire. "You can't be dressed as Peter Parker, you're a bit too bulky for it... Clark Kent? That'd fit, but you don't have the glasses on..."

"Huh?" The man looks down at his plaid button down shirt, white undershirt, and jeans. "Oh! No, sorry, I actually couldn't really afford to make a costume this year. So, I'm just me, unfortunately."

"Ah," 'Thanos' nods. "No worries young man, we've all been there. By the way, name's Jack. And you are?" Jack extends his non-gloved hand out for a handshake.

Taking Jack's hand with the one not holding his most prized comic, the man replies, "Jonathan Stevens, call me Jon, nice to meet you. Nice Thanos costume, by the way."

Jack grins, "Thanks, made it myself. Took a while to get it right, though people keep telling me I'm too old for this stuff. If I had a build like you and maybe twenty or so years younger I'd probably be able to pull it off better."

Now it was Jon's turn to smile, "Nonsense, just say you're a Thanos where Dr. Strange used the Time Stone to accelerate your age and you're good to go!" 

Jack showed a bemused expression and chuckled as the both of them kept walking forward in line. "Yea, that'd work, if I didn't have the Time Stone already in the Infinity Gauntlet that is."

"Ah, I guess you're right. Then how about a Thanos that's an extra few thousand years old?" 

"Again, Infinity Gauntlet. With the stones, Thanos wouldn't need to age like he normally would. Plus, his race's longevity doesn't work like most others, he'd look the same clear up until the day he died."

"Hmm, then say you're a Watcher who is a fan of the Titan?"

"Nope, if there were a Watcher that was a fan of Thanos he'd have his title revoked. Though they're supposed to be neutral, they favor good over evil. The only outlier in the Watchers is that simpleton that watches Deadpool exclusively. And the other Watchers barely tolerate him because Wade Wilson is usually doing good." 

Jon and Jack both continue chatting about comics, how to resolve Jack's cosplay identity, and their favorite characters for a while. All of a sudden a trio of cosplayers dressed as Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel, and Power Girl walk by, distracting Jon for a few seconds while Jack gives the young man a smirk. Though, after a bit it becomes more annoying than funny. So Jack snaps him back to reality.

"Hey now, they're beautiful alright, but there's no need to stare that much. What would your girlfriend think?"

Startled, Jon hastily waves his hand in front of his face. "Eh!? No, no no. I d-don't have a girlfriend. At least, not anymore."

Jack's eyes widen slightly in surprise . "Really? Big guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend? Well, I'm sorry to hear that, what happened?"

"Ah, w-well... after I got out after my last tour I found out she left me, so I moved back home to Queens for a while." Jon shows a self deprecating smile. "She said she couldn't stand me being away all the time and that I wasn't able to give her what she needs. She's married now with a kid on the way..."

"Ah jeez, I'm sorry, shouldn't have brought it up. Wait a minute. Got out? Last tour? You a vet?"

"Hmm, I wouldn't really classify myself as a veteran. It's not like I was in the full 20. But I did a few tours with Kilo Company, 3rd Battalion in Afghanistan. Some of my friends that served with me would say that anyone who deployed and saw the desert is a vet, but personally, I think the guys who stayed in and continued their service after being in that hell are the real veterans. But anyway, after that, well, like I said I got out and came back home."

"So, what're you doing now?"

"Not a whole lot. Living by myself and going to school again to get a degree, G.I. Bill won't use itself, you know? But mostly I'm just reading comics and watching tv and movies."

"Hey, no shame in that. And thank you for your service."

Smiling, Jon appreciated the elderly gentleman's sentiments. Prior Service men and women may not get treated as badly as they used to after Vietnam, but in a city like New York it's a bit rarer to find someone who is grateful for the sacrifices that people like Jon have made in service to the country. So, Jack saying that meant a lot. 

The odd duo made small talk for a while. Soon it was almost time for Jon's turn in line. However, before he could go up to his idol he got stopped by Jack.

"Wait a bit, been meaning to ask you. What's so important about that Fantastic Four comic you have? You seem to treasure it. But from what we've been talking about it doesn't seem like you particularly care for the FF all that much." Jack asks, looking at the comic held carefully in Jon's hand. 

"Oh, this?" Jon brings the 72nd issue up. "Yea, I don't care much about the FF. Susan Storm, Ben Grimm, and Johnny Storm are one thing, but Reed Richards... I don't like much, and those movies are cringe worthy. This issue is special though."

"Oh?" Jack quirks up an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

Jon gets an excited look on his face. "Because, this is one of the few times we meet the One-Above-All. As the Creator you don't hear about him much and the focus is more on Earth and it's protectors. I figured there must be more to him, so I wanted to ask Mr. Lee about him while also asking him to sign the page where the FF meets him. I know this incarnation of the character is more an homage to Jack Kirby, but it still seems appropriate, you know?" 

Jack frowns a bit. "What more to the character do you need? He's omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. Kind of hard to really put a finger on that sort of being don't you think? Even worse to try and have a story surrounding him, or her."

"Well, uh, it's just there isn't a character in the Marvel Universe that doesn't have a story and I wish I could experience his. Heck, a being like that inside the Marvel Universe? I wish I could BE the One-Above-All." Jon looks back at the line, "Ah, sorry, Jack, I need to go, it's my turn!"

As Jon scampers off giddily, Jack laughs at his young friend's antics. "Indeed, it just might be." 

At this his eyes seem to glow for a split second before being replaced by his normal look. After a few minutes, he walks toward Jon, who's standing in front of Jack's best friend and colleague. 

Jack places his gloved hand on Jon's shoulder as he gets his comic back from Stan, and before he can ask his question says, "Stan, this one."

Jon looks at his new costumed friend curiously. 'Does Jack know Mr. Lee?'

Stan Lee looks up surprised. He takes his trademark aviator sunglasses off and points them at Jon. "You sure Jack?" Jack nods. Stan shrugs, "Alright, but you have to explain it to him." Stan Lee takes out a pencil from his pocket, a worn out, dirty, chewed up pencil. He then reaches under the table and brings up a blank sheet of paper. As he places it on the table, the whole convention center seems to quiet as if someone is turning the volume dial down on a stereo. Once the paper hits the table, it's eerily silent. Jon starts to panic a bit. 'Just what is going on!?' The only thing Jon can hear is his, Jack's, and Mr. Lee's breathing. As the elderly celebrity drops his old pencil down onto the page, a word escapes his lips. 

"Excelsior"

Jon's consciousness fades to black as his body turns into motes of light until it disappears entirely.

"Thanks Stan, as always." Jack Kirby says as he walks away and fades into nothingness.

"See you in a few years, Jack." Says Stan, and life returns to the convention hall.

Discontinued. 

Sorry, I know I’m a hypocrite. Honestly, I don’t think I can write a character who’s OP. I’m not done writing, and it has been a valuable learning experience, which is what the fic was for in the first place. I’m sorry for the people who enjoyed it. I may come back to it in the future but I’ll have to see. 

Currently I’m writing short stories on my PC with different character ideas, trying to find a character that’s fun to write, able to grow, and still grabs interest. 

The problem with this MC is that as soon as he realizes that his powers are based purely on his own will and imagination, there’s no more challenge, no real growth. Or at least, I’m not good enough of a writer to keep it interesting after that happens. 

I think my next work will be on Archiveofourown, probably under a different handle.

Once again, thank you for your interest and for enjoying it while it lasted. I’m surprised it got within the top 50 fics on this thing at one point. 

You know what’s not fair? I was in such a slump for so long with this. Yet, I start getting ideas again as I’m writing to tell you that it’s definitely over. I’m making notes of my ideas, but I’m going to have to shelve it anyway for now. I’m just not good enough for this kind of story at the moment.

You could see a young man waiting at the traffic lights,
his name is Bruce Wayne a normal worker.


When his parents died in a car accident he was four years old, so he can't remember their faces. He also has no other family members who can adopt him, so he lived in an orphanage, He was very lonely and has no friends until he was 18 because no family wanted to adopt him due to his reticent personality.


Because of his personality, his only pleasure was comic, His favorite comic character is Batman a.k.a. The Dark Knight, because Batman is the smartest comic character in the DC universe, who has a plan for everything, and he almost always managed to defeat people with surgical superpowers.


Later, when our protagonist wants to cross the street, he is hit by Truck-kun, when he wants to go to a comic book store, he is run over by Truck-kun and his last thought was "PLEASE Detect MY INTERNET HISTORY" says Bruce.


You see a bright soul floating in the dark, the ball of light is our protagonist. Bruce: "Where am I? Am I dead?" Said, Bruce


Unknown voice: "Yes, you are dead and you are in the emptiness of the worlds," said the strange voice in the emptiness. Bruce: "Are you God?"


Unknown voice: "Yes, but I am not the God of Bible, I am the Egyptian god Osiris God of the Nile of the afterlife and rebirth because you have lived a sad life I will be born again in Marvel with 1 wish".


Bruce: "ok, I wish that I could be reborn as a billionaire and playboy Bruce Wayne with his knowledge and the company Wayne Enterprises," he said


Osiris: "OK, I fulfill this wish, I hope we won't see each other again so quickly".


Then everything went black for him and
disappeared into the empty
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XXX: "Congratulations, it's a boy,"








To be continued...

Are normal man died and reincarnate as Bruce Wayne a.k.a. Batman the Dark night in Marvel universe.
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