The City

"Ugh." I groaned, sitting up in my bed. Wait. My bed? "No way." I flittered my eyes around the room, landing on a full body mirror. Moving swiftly over, almost on reflex, I stared at my reflection. A gap-toothed five year old stared back at me. I drew in a quiet gasp, "No fucking way..." I stared at my hands in glee, before feeling inside of myself. Nothing. I started to panic, before I heard a small voice in the back of my mind. [Don't worry, you will gain your wishes, but only three years before the canon of the MCU starts.]

I sigh, and then root through my memories. It seems this body has been on an autopilot for the last five years or so. There was my mom, a real bombshell named Bethany. She seems to work for the R&D of a company. And my dad, Edward. I've never met him. He hasn't come home since the day I was born. The only way we know he's still alive is the monthly money that's wired to our account. We don't know what he does, nor where he is, but I digress. Sighing, I step out of my room to say good morning to mother.

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The gentle buzzing of an alarm caused my dreams to slip from my grasp. Turning my head, I noticed the clock. 6:28. My eyes widened. "SHIT!" I jumped out of bed, dashing over to my closet and grabbing my uniform. Moving quickly to the attached bathroom, I brushed my teeth and threw on my clothes, jumping towards the door while pulling up my pants. I dashed out the door, grabbing a piece of toast while I sprinted through the kitchen. "Love you mom!" I heard a small chuckle as I shut the door.

'Fuck! I have 15 minutes, how am I gonna make it?' Yep. That's me. It's currently 2004, and I have one more year before I get my wishes. I slip around the corner, narrowly dodging one of the girls in my grade. "Hey, watch it!" I give a wave as I run off. "Sorry Felicia, I'll make it up to you!" I manage to make it inside my classroom just as the first hour bell rings. Letting out a sigh of relief, I take a look around the room. Let's see. There's quite a few people who's names I don't know. I just never bothered to learn side-character's names. However, I did manage to see a young Peter Parker walking around the city. There is a small click, and our teacher enters the room. "Alright everybody, please get your textbooks out and turn to page three hundred and..." I started to zone out.

For the past 7 years or so, ever since I was ten, I've been training steadily, raising my strength to acceptable levels. It's crazy how the genes of humans here are so different. Back in my original world, humans seemed to have a genetic limit on how strong they could become. Here, it doesn't seem like that. For example, take Shang Chi. He had no power in the original comics, and mainly relied on his martial arts. A normal human shouldn't be able to do that. Therefore, I ran some tests. Starting in fourth grade, I trained like hell, ending up being strong enough to lift a two ton road roller with my own strength. Of course, it was very strenuous, but I was able to.

"-Brook. Mr. Easterbrook!" I snap back into reality to the sound of my teacher calling my name. "There we go, you're back with us. Now, I asked you what the square root of 2314 is." I shake my head. Do they never learn? "I believe it would be 48.104, Ms. Trish." She nods, and turns back to the board, the chalk in her hand squeaking as it writes. "Very good. Now, if we..." I sigh and look out the window. It's going to be a long year, huh.

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"I'm home, Mom!" I quietly shut the door behind me. I wander over towards the couch, and set my backpack down. My mom walks in just as I am untying my shoes. "Welcome home!" I give her a smile and nod. "I'll be up in my room, mom!" She chuckles, and walks back towards her office. "Ok! Make sure you are down here by six please! I'll need help making dinner." "Ok!"

I bound up the stairs, entering my room, and locking my door behind me. 'Alright. Now, what was the code again?' "Hmm." I stared at the bookshelf on the wall of my room. Along the side of it were three small tabs that I had installed over the years. 'Ah, I remember now.' Each of the tabs represented a part of the binary code. The tab on the bottom represents 0, the middle one is 1, and the top tab is enter. The code I set was 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 00110011 00110000 00110000 00110000, which when translated to ASCII, reads: 'I Love You 3000'. The main reason I chose this was to remind me of what my main goal here is. Namely, save Tony Stark. I may not have chosen intelligence as a wish, but those billions of years of only thinking did wonders to that.

I input the code, and the bookshelf slides to the left, revealing an elevator behind it. I step in, and press B-7 on the dash. The elevator starts to drop into a free-fall, only to be stopped quickly with no damage to me inside. With a slight hiss, the hydraulic doors shudder open, revealing my favorite place in the world. My lab. I've spent time equivalent to years down here, starting when I was around 9. The place was a lucky find. A while back, I was messing with a deep-crust scanner that my mother owned, I found a huge pocket of air a few thousand feet down. Over the years, I've transformed this place into my personal playground, with highly technological components I built myself. For example, Around five years ago, I built a machine that generates the power for this place.

Using the law of conservation of mass, I managed to make a geo-thermal power source that constantly generates enough heat to melt a huge chunk of rock, which in turn generates more heat, and that is converted to electric energy. As the rock cools back down, the leftover energy is converted to heat, and the process restarts. Each one generates around 10 GJ of energy every second, and I have around fifty constantly running on floor B-9. B-8 is my particle accelerator. I've used it to re-create multiple types of elements that will be found, created, and used in the future, such as 119, or Badassium, as Stark named it. I've used it to make miniature arc reactors that power my machines that require more energy than I can produce. For example, the Clandestine Location Outset Apparatus Kit, or CLOAK for short, that hides the base from any type of scanning. Along with that, another machine that I call the FAULT, generates an unbreakable field around the rocks that make up the outer shell of the base.

Both machines have an insane combined consumption rate of four hundred thousand gigajoules of energy a day. Luckily, I managed to get the reactors up and running before anything bad happened. On B-7, I have probably my favorite project yet. The control room. Running over all of the data that is received every day is my personally coded AI. Thanks to an idea I had roughly thirty million years prior to being reincarnated, I managed to make a completely sentient AI named Fabian. Though most people would panic, and think that the AI could try to take over the world, I installed two fail safes into it's core. One, If planningToChangeCode; then don't. Two, If planningToKillHumanity; don't. It's that simple.

"Good afternoon, Fabian." I call out to the AI. It's voice reverberates throughout the room. "Hello, sir. What can I do for you?" I stare at the windows open on the computer, and type a short message onto the pad nearby. "Please run simulation ZW-V-T, with the parameters that I just typed." A small chime sounded. "Gladly, sir." The room's lights dimmed, and a small 3-D hologram formed. Nearby, I see a miniature me with a fully formed World, facing off against Thanos with a full gauntlet. "Alright, activate recording function, and start the sim." Another chime sounded, and all of the sudden, the mini-me threw it's arms back before suddenly appearing behind a doughnutted Thanos. I let out a small sigh. "Alright, activate the TSV. Rewind to just after the stop." Mini-me reappears back across the hologram, and Thanos's head returns.

The playback starts, but this time I am able to see what happens in the instant that it ended. With a shout, mini-me stops time, and rushes at the grape. With high precision, The World slams a barrage into the exact same spot, weakening it enough to slam it's fist all the way through. "Alright, I've seen enough. End Simulation" The hologram disappears, and the lights return to normal. "Not even Thanos will give me a challenge, huh." Sighing, I check my watch, noticing that it is 4:30. 'I got an hour and a half, might as well build something new.' I pop up to B-4, and open my workshop up. 'Alright, now what to build.'

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I shut down the power to the room, disabling the TFG. 'I almost lost track of time.' Checking my watch, I see that I have five minutes to get down to the kitchen. "Shit! What's it with me and running late today?" Sprinting to the elevator, I hit the button marked 0, and expeditiously ascend, almost instantaneously arriving on the main floor of my house. Checking the heat sensor, I make sure mom is in the kitchen before pushing open the hidden door. With a small click, I dash out, making sure the door is fully closed and hidden before I sprint to the kitchen. I manage to arrive with a minute to spare. Smiling, I sit down and get ready for dinner.