Inspired Inventor (MARVEL FF)

John Craft was bored. He had read thousands of books, novels and manga in his life, he has played thousands of different games on his computer and consoles of all makes. John was always lazy so he didn't accomplish much in life, but in todays economy, owning your own house and having it paid off, even if it was old, was considered an accomplishment. He was proud of that at least.

At an early age John was considered a rather smart person and his teachers thought he would accomplish great things. He never studied and always passed much to their disappointment at his lack of effort. He never had to worry about weight problems as he had extremally high metabolism and naturally high protein levels so he could stay fit with little to no effort. Basically he was blessed with good fortune but through it all down the drain.

Now bored out of his mind he didn't know what to do. As he lazed about on his computer smoking while re-watching the MCU movie series. Finishing it off he sighed in disappointment. Tony stark was his favorite character. He always enjoyed the random things he invented and felt it was a pity he died. If he was given more time he could have built a better suit that could have prevented his death. Unfortunately he left young Peter with to much on his shoulders, at to young of an age.

"If I was born into a world like that I would have done so much more with my life. This world is just to plain and mundane. No real excitement, no supernatural, no aliens and no super powers. Just a plain old mundane earth." John mumbled before turning his computer off after checking his work email only to find it empty. John sighed again looking at his empty email.

John worked from home as a consultant of sorts. He was considered an expert in the field of Python as he enjoyed writing lines of script and coding. However he usually took commissions to help many avid coders when they needed something done or they where having trouble getting something to work the way they wanted. He would Charge anywhere from $25-500 depending on the job, completing it anywhere between a few hours too a week depending on the type and size of job he was commissioned for. There are times when he gets really big jobs and writes entire programs and makes a few thousand but they only happen once or twice a year.

Lately John hasn't been getting as much work as more and more programmers are joining the field. Taking more and more work from him and the other veterans in the field. Always looking to save a few dollars despite half the new programmers being extremely inefficient and often times using way to many lines of script for something so basic, slowing down the speed of what it was written to do and how much time it takes to write it. This in turned resulted in too many programs and games that required more powerful computers than they would normally need for there intended result. you would see games that required massive PC specs for a basic or cheep game, when most AAA games require even less and are a 100x the size. of course most people don't use python for gaming, and neither would John code anything more than a mobile style cheep $0.99 game at most because of principle. But even if the programs he works with, which usually have to do with user interface for websites that try to look fancy or supporting software such as Launchers for programs and other similar programs don't use much processing power of a computer, they still add up and slow down your computer when used often.

Putting out his cigarette, he lazily made his way to his bed before plopping down and falling asleep not knowing that it was his last time sleeping in his bed.

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John woke up sweating and gasping for air. After calming down he felt something was off. looking around he was stunned. This was NOT his room. Trying to get up he stumbled only to realize his body was smaller, maybe young teen? This was NOT his body! Feeling dizzy and nearly fainting, a flood of information entered his mind. It started with things he forgot, things he never noticed before and small details he would normally not even try to remember on a daily basis. Followed by a whole slew of new memories from a new life. Similar to him this bodies name was John Craft, he was 16 years old, and had edict memory. His parents where inventors and owned a company called Craft after there name inventing and selling random objects to tourists in NYC. They even owned a medium sized apartment building above the store, since the shop didn't make enough to sustain there lives. The apartment building did however make them a decent amount, as it was in a relatively safer area of queens close to Queensboro Bridge, and a huge traffic area especially for tourist who are on there way to visit Manhattan, traveling from hotels in the area to parks. Most tourists walk visiting the sites especially during holidays taking a fare amount of people by their families store. Luckily the family doesn't own the store to make a living per se, but because its what they love. The store belonged to his grand father and his father before him so its been in the family for a while now. It used to be a carpentry workshop long ago but has changed when my grandfather took over selling wooden crafted toys, and changed again when my father took over selling an assortment of random gadgets and Doodads my mother and father makes.

Strangely enough my new body was known for being a genius in his family, his parents homeschooling him since he was always ahead of his class and was much more mature for his age. They always joked he was an old man in a child's body.

"What the hell? Reincarnation? What's this about Stark Industries! Holy crap I'm in the MCU!" unlike most people who would be concerned about this universe, John was excited! even if the avengers fail to stop the snap, and he was snapped away, he would be back in 5 years! It wasn't the end of the world! on top of that the year was 2005 he had over three years before stark gets kidnapped and things start kicking off.

However his excitement fades as his head throbs and what feels like the worst possible headache anyone could ever have, as if someone was knocking on his head with a hammer. After than pain fades John finds himself on the floor panting and shakily stands up. He can feel something, like a memory yet not a memory. knowledge that seems to be locked away. "Is this my gold finger?" John muttered as he closes his eyes and focuses. He finds himself before what can be described as a tree. Each branch of the tree is connected by a dot like bubble in where they connect. Some of the branches intersections are ethereal, like they are partly filled, while almost all are black and not connected to the tree. focusing on one of dark spots in the lower middle of the tree, the words [Wormhole Technology] appears in his mind along with unavailable. "Wormhole Tech is only in the middle!? I wander what is at the top! Better not, Already to overwhelming as is." John then focuses on a lower spot of the tree finding himself before some of the ethereal dots at the bottom of the tree. focusing on it the words [Basic Math] appears in his mind. looking at the spot just below the tree he sees 5 dots and focuses on his basic math and wills it to fill up.

Instantly everything from addition and subtraction to multiplication and division in math fills his mind, correcting minor errors in his knowledge and things he didn't even learn before although most are just different ways of solving equations. checking the dots at the bottom, they have went down to 4 meaning each branch of the skill tree needs 1 dot to fill weather its partially filled or not. Focusing on the 4 dots, it informs him that he will be given 5 a day to spend on what he wants. Unfortunately the bottom of the skill tree is large. Glancing over most of the dots as things from chemistry, biology, language, writing, and even things like Martial arts, cooking and musical instruments where available.

"Now this is a world I can live with!" Smiling happily John is brought out of his thoughts as someone knocks on his room door.

"John what are you doing in there your making a lot of noise! Is everything ok?" the voice of a women enters his ears as he curses himself for getting to carried away

"Yeah mom, Just got tangled in the bed sheets getting out of bed. I'm fine!" John responds with a slight smile on his face knowing he has such caring parents in this life and a new chance to make a difference, and adventures of a lifetime to make!

"Alright! Just be careful and get cleaned up! breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes!" His mom replies as she walks off.