Chapter 2: Hardships

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Somewhere in Europe. A boy around five years old laid on a bed wearing a hospital gown. He has intensely blue eyes and long messy black hair. Lastly, his body was malnourished and weak to the bones, and small.

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He observed the room; there was a metal door, a toilet near him, and a chair with books.

'Where the fck I am?" He thought to himself.

'Why is this room, and why am I wearing this piece of shit? BUT IMPORTANTLY WHO THE FCK I AM?!' He was paranoid and confused.

It seems the time when he was forced out in the void and transported, he forgot most of his memories, even his name. He held his hand and gritted his teeth because all of the memories were blurred, and if he thought about it too much, it would just hurt his brain.

"haaaaaaaaaaa!" He couldn't think clearly and just sighed at the situation. He tried to recall all the essential memories inside of his head, but it was blocked. He knew that there was a reason why he was here, but he could not remember it.

But the most important was he didn't have any memories from this body that could hint as to why he was in this room. Then suddenly, an unknown man opened the metal door. Two people entered the room; one was a guy with a mushroom head, big round glass, pale and thin. In comparison, the one with him was a white western person guard that looks like part of a crime syndicate.

"What a surprise after we did some sessions and had to spark. You now gained your emotions, boy. It seems the experiment did not break experimental no. 0, that is why we will have sessions in the future." The mushroom head spoke to him and analyzed through his body like a lab rat.

"Who the f*ck are you? What do you mean by sessions? Back off, you homopedo!" He shivered when he heard it.

"Oh, what a new result eh, your mouth was dirty and confused right now. It might be the side effects of brain electrification and the serum we inserted to you." The mushroom head took his note and wrote something to it.

"Listen up, you Mushroom Head, why am I here?" He asked.

"IT'S DR.MUSHARIFEFWA!" He angrily replied, and continued.

"Since you don't remember, we found you with the other kids from the street, basically orphans. So, of course, as good people, we look for them and give them a new home." He said.

"Do you mean kidnapped?"

"No, no no noo hehe, well yes. Other kids we got are normal, but you are an insanely special kid."The mushroom head was grinning at him.

"Since you kids were part of trash in a society, we decided to give you a role in society. You trashed will be the lab rat of our experiment that would contribute to the humans' evolutions! AND ME DR. MUSHARIFEFWA WILL ACKNOWLEDGE MY SKILLS IN THE WORLD OF SCIENCE WHO DISCOVERS IMMORTALITY AND ABILITIES MUCH BETTER THAN THE CREATION OF CAPTAIN AMERICA!!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Mushroom head was laughing insane like a mad person who just got a picture of a girl he peed.

"You're insane little f*cker like you're hairstyle looks like the head of a d*ck. You poor pedo seems to have bad memories during your childhood. That is why you want everyone to acknowledge you. Don't worry, Dr. Mushawawa o shit, I acknowledge you as a great homopedo in the world." He flatly replied with his young boy voice.

He admittedly that he was scared not in life but because of the hopelessness he felt right now. He wanted to do something; however, if he does, it will cost his life. He didn't notice his thoughts that in his situation, he was calm. It was surprising that a young boy would cry and piss their pants hearing that word coming from a mad man. Still, he's different (well, basically, he was an old soul residing in the boy but cannot remember it).

The Doctor just stopped his laugh when he heard that coming from a kid. Well, what he said was right; however, he would not say it.

"You little piece of sh*t, you just earned yourself emotions because of me, and now you have a stinky mouth, ha!" The Doctor just went silent and signaled the guard behind him. The guard walked to the boy.

'Fck!' He punched the guard; however, he was too weak, right, too frail. He noticed that his body was so freakingly small and malnourished. His skin was like the skin of a dead body.

The guard holds the back of his cloth and pulls it. 

The Doctor left the room, and the guard followed him while carrying the boy. The guard just held him in one hand, and he tried to kick and punch the man; however, it did not affect him and eventually stopped his actions. In this situation, he couldn't fight back. However, he still has his brain.

He observed the places when they left his room or jail. There were many doors aside from him and his numbers up to 50. There were too many; there was blood on white floors, the wall was freakingly dirty coloured also in white like a hospital. As they walked, they entered into another room which was guarding it, taking his note.

The room was full of hospital beds and kids on it. As he saw them, he felt complicated because he didn't know how to express them. The room was gloomy. The light of the room was not helping the atmosphere but hopelessness. There was equipment checking their vitals, too many injections coloured in blue, red, and yellow on their veins and oxygen, keeping them to breathe and live.

'These people are heartless and inhumane f*ckers!' he thought.

He just woke up and felt new; however, he didn't expect this fcked up situation. His emotion was chaotic. As they walked and one held the boy while swaying, the two men didn't notice the boy's expression that the eyes were dead and scary. If some people could see it, they would be scared to see it in a boy's face.

He thought of ways to destroy the place and free the people of it, not escape but destroy it. He hardly thought of many ways, all of the calculations generated in his head. He looked for a possible exit and areas that would be useful in sneaking. He analyzed every edge of the room if there was a large vent that he could use. Memorized all of the possible numbers of guards inside of every room and what weapons they hold. His instincts and logic worked out perfectly, the cons and pros.

"We're here. Welcome to the room of change, little boy. I hope your specialness would bring me joy and success."

They stopped at the door then the Doctor opened it. He saw there was only a bed that could be folded and straps on it. A table side of it with a tray full of surgical equipment and syringes colour in black and blue, lastly a machine that likely used to check the vitals.

He felt the room was cold, not the temperature, but the essence of the room. The instincts told him that this room was horror, where many lives they killed came from here. He tried to fight back, but he was like a kitten in a firm grip of arms. He was placed into the bed and forced to tie him to it. Put all of the sh*tshow at his body while the Doctor just hummed a song and checks the blue syringe from his hand.

He instantly calmed himself, and he found a big vent that might connect to the others. He felt that this establishment had two floors because he saw from the window that it was not high.

Then the Doctor finally focused his attention on him.

"Experiment No. 0 test subject. Suspected five years old, had no birth records nor relatives. Found on the streets absentmindedly staring at the sky. A perfect lab rat for us, hehe. Are you ready to become one of the ingredients that would lead the humanities to the next level?" The Doctor asked like a kid who was excited to play.

"What will you do for me?" He gritted his teeth and asked.

"I will inject this blue syringe that I've made through many trials but be glad that you will be the first who will taste this and see the results of genetic mutation. I called this MUSHARIFEFWA'S STRENGTHENING SERUM!" He proudly presented his creation and seemed likely to applaud him; however, there was only silence.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wha-what the f*ck name is that mushashashit? I wanted to say that you're name was treated like a sh*t by your parents or probably the Author!" They loudly heard a kid's voice and laughed inside the room.

The Doctor was just silent and had a big bulged vein on his head. He was sulking and hurt his feelings from a little boy who insulted his weakness.

"Then, so be it." He injected the blue syringe forcefully into his veins.

"ARGHHHH!" He screamed because of the forceful injection.

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU SUPPOSED TO TREAT A -" He wanted to complain about it; however, the pain doubled, not just a pain. It was torture.

A high-pitched voice came from a boy shouting it to the highest. He was in pain as his soul was also affected by it; he tried to use his strength to destroy the straps tied to him. After a minute of shouting, the pain was gone.

"Hey, mushroom head?" He weakly asked, but he looked at him with his youthful eyes.

"What is it? Do you want more?" He placed it down and picked another one syringe that was coloured black. He was grinning evilly at him.

"When I escape and free from this grasp. I will shove that syringe into your *ss and see it's the result if it is true." He said to him. His bluish eyes madly stared at him like a Wolf eyeing his prey. The former Wolf, who was known for his infamous deeds, was now returned.

The Doctor saw this and became afraid. He thought that this boy was not a kid. No kid in his life scared him or felt small. But he removed his bad feelings because he thought that he could not escape. How will a kid do it against adults?

"Hahaha, you have a sense of humor kid, how dare you?" The Doctor asked. He again forcefully injected the black syringe into him.

"You will see." He grinned and shouted back to shouts.

The room was full of shouts and pain and tried to escape from its suffering. He endured it and was smirking. His eyes were devoid of life, but looking at the man like he could see his soul and knew when he would get him.

'You'll see.' he muttered.

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Authors here. If someone finds out an error, complicated part, or could not understand many things well, probably due to my mom's long-lasted gifted phone for five years. It was now nearing its end. I don't know how long before I can buy my phone (we don't have one or don't have money to buy a new phone, I wouldn't want to say 'poor'). I will try my best to continue my first practice novel.

Furthermore, please tell me so. English is not my native tongue language, but I will try my best to learn; that is why I need the reader's knowledge to enlighten this poor soul.

If anyone dislikes weak MC from the start, this is not for you; as I said, No.

I saw many MCU marvel fanfic stories whose MC character too OP, too many forced plot and fckings, harem shts. They tried to change and put a plot to the stories but were not delivered well. And I wouldn't say I like it. When the MC was too strong, the Author couldn't make new content for him for the future because he was too strong and could kill superpower beings. Then the story ends and has no character development. BUT DON'T WORRY, He will be STRONG!

Lastly, I will not change the MCU story, but I will likely put some new plot to it. Again not change but put new. I am not knowledgeable about the WHOLE MARVEL UNIVERSE. I could not understand everything, BUT I LIKE THE STORY TO IT, ESPECIALLY THE ENDGAME.

See you in the next chapter.