Chapter 1 (Rewrite)

(AN. I hope you like the rewrite. Let me know if there are any mistakes as I am writing this at 4am)

I woke to an intense feeling of pressure. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on an operating table in a familiar sight of an operating room, doctors and nurses. Fear filled me as I took in everything.

Though I felt very minimal pain, I could never really explain the intense amount of pressure and overall discomfort that comes from being sliced open and having not one but two tiny humans pulled from your body. The fear was now fading and happy sadness took its place

The doctor handed them over to the waiting nurses for observation. I watch the nurses as the doctor closes the wound and someone injects something into my leg to help with the placenta.

I close my eyes for a moment to thank the Gods Above. Crying in happiness as well as a little sadness for the past that will be forgotten.

"Congratulations Miss Johnson, you have a healthy boy and a girl," says the nurse coming to stand next to my head holding one of the babies as another nurse comes closer with the other twin. "Do you have name's for them?"

They help me place them both on my chest. I look at their little faces and know in my heart that I would do anything for them. "Levi and Sage" smiling down at them.

Shortly after they were taken to NICU from more observations and I was taken to recover from the surgery and epidural.

…

The day went fast from the morning birth with recovery, napping, breastfeeding, pumping milk, an emotional rollercoaster and attempting to do the normal human functions after being cut open before the night came and I finally had a chance to go through my new body's memories.

Giving birth via c-section was not how I was expecting to wake up in my new world. It wasn't that I had never had children before, I had two before being transmigrated here. It's just this never happened in stories to other people.

My body and face has changed. I'm now younger, shorter, thinner, have a pointed chin, a much smaller nose, thin face, and clearer skin. My pale blond almost white hair cut short in an angled bob, gray eyes and fair skinned. Before I had olive skin, brown hair and brown small eyes, a round baby face that was wrinkled no matter how I looked after it and had thick waist from having two kids. I liked the changes.

In this world I was now a homeless orphan that somehow managed to finish both high school and University early. I finished Uni while working part-time at a pub but I have been having a hard time ever since graduating.

Turns out a Bachelor of Arts in Professional Writing and Publishing is actually not that helpful in finding a decent job in this current economy. The current year was 2007.

My parents before their death were not well off leaving me with nothing after the debts were paid and the funeral costs. My father was American and mother Australian, I am a dual citizen which I guess works in my favor now. Thank you Stan and God.

Orphaned at the age of 10 and fostered to a larger foster home on the outer suburbs of the city that while it kept you fed, well and gave you the basics you had to work. The children were expected to cook, clean, garden, raise the younger orphans and were expected to get good grade at school.

Anything less then a B+ was seen as a failure and you were punished with no dinner and to do all the cooking and cleaning for a week. The children were raised to be competitive and told that friendship and relationships would made you weak and a failure. (There are no orphanages where I live and all children are put in foster care.)

At first I thought that maybe this body was someone else's. It wasn't. I just didn't have my memories until I was giving birth to the twins. I was lucky that although it wasn't an ideal childhood it was not as bad as it could have been. I was an introverted child that kept her head down and worked hard which helped me graduating early.

Problem was I had freedom for the first time. Add in the legal drinking age in Australia of 18 and well that's how I got here. Did you know that 2 out of 100 women fall pregnant while using condoms every year? Yeah, me either. (AN: True story, happened to me. I was even on the pill. Don't regret my little man though.)

I ended up falling pregnant from a drunken one night stand and lost my job at the pub not long after when the pig of a boss realized I was 'damaged goods' now after I had been refusing to have sex with him for years. Then when I was home alone which still living at my room share my roommates boyfriend got hands and offered to "take care" of me. After refusing him he then proceeded to get my roommate high while smoking in the apartment. It wasn't that big of an apartment.

I packed the important shit, my clothes, some blanket and pillows and got out that night. I was scared to spend that first night on the foreshore but it turned out to be a common camp spot for backpackers. I had the best ramen I've ever had that night.

The plus side from all this was that no one was looking for me or cared, so I could be myself from now on. No one would notice the changes. I have a couple thousand dollars in my bank saved up from my old job that was supposed to pay for the next 10 weeks of rent, some clothes and a few baby things like car seats, some shoes, a second hand apple laptop, an old flip phone, blankets and a pillow and my little car.

As well as some important personal document which included my two passports, my American and my Australian ones. My date of birth was the same, September 12th 1986. My name however had changed. I was now called Samantha Johnson. I like the name, the change doesn't bother me.

I had enough to start over for now as long as I was careful and worked step by step toward the future.

The negatives. I now need to find a place to stay until I completely recover and I get the paperwork for the twins after registering them in Australia and with the US embassy. I also need to make sure to get them to all their doctors appointment for the check ups and vaccines.

At least I now have my adorable babies and my Gacha system I got from The God's.

I try all the cliche system activation words in my head and even whispering it out loud.

"System."

"Menu."

"Activate."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Open sesame."

"Alohomora."

"Kamehameha."

Nothing was working.

Did I get tricked?

Fuck.

Bullshit MF.

I want a refund.

I pondered back to when I died in my old life.

…

It was a normal Monday morning.

The kids were not listening and not hurrying up for school. My name was Caris Deckel, an Australian single mum of two kids. My oldest was Adam 10 years old and youngest Kristeen 8 years.

Both had stayed up later than they should have the night before to watch Encanto for the millionth time while I was busy watching Avengers, again.

I had been rushing to get them out the door so that they were not late for school and I wasn't late for work. I had the most exciting job working as a Human Resource Assistant. I am be sarcastic. It paid good and it put a roof over my head feed my kids and I and gave us enough to afford to have computer games, Disney+, way to much Lego and a sea of plushies, some of them were even my kids. Cough... eh hm.

After driving onto the main road everything was fine until a truck on the other side of the road lost control. Cliche, I know.

There was nothing I could do as I tried to get out of the way of the truck and tell my kids I loved them while crying.

Pain, flashes of light and then darkness.

Until I find myself before a glowing being vaguely feminine in shape 'standing' behind a table covered in what appeared to be a bunch of fantasy game potions.

"Hello Caris, I am what you would call God," she waved Her "arm" at the table. "You and your children have died by accident before your times."

"Can we go back?" I ask immediately, thinking of my children.

"Unfortunately, you can not be sent back. So your options are you and your children go back into the cycle of reincarnation or you can all go to another universe. Though only you will have your memories." As She speaks another figure appears. An elderly man wearing glasses known for his cameos, characters and comics. Stan Lee. The One Above The One Above All. The true God of Marvel.

"Sir, it's truly an honor to meet you," I walked up to shake Stan's hand in full on fan mode. "I wish it was under better circumstances though."

"Thank you dear. Now, I have chosen you for an experiment, the God of your Universe has agreed to this if you are up to it." He smiles at me, patting my hand.

"What experiment Sir?" I ask, even though I guess I will probably take the opportunity either way.

"It's simple. I want you to help fix what my children messed up in my, hmmm what do you mortals call it again…. Oh yes! In the MCU universe though it has some differences. An MCU+ or MCUAU if you will. I want you to save them and I'm going to have some fun watching." Stan finishes with a mischievous smirk.

"Will I get any 'cheats' or are you throwing me to the wolves? And why me?" I am curious about how any of this would work. "And what about my kids?"

"Sorry but your kids won't get anything from us. You'll get to choose one Essence from these on the table here and one simple wish from me as an apology for my mistake," God answers the questions for you bringing your attention back to Her. "As for why we choose you. We choose you as you are a good women. Even after everything you went through in your life you still chose to be a good person."

"I've decided that I'll be transmigrated. I want to be with my kids." I answer after thinking about it for a long while going through the pro's and cons in my head.

"Excellent! Let's get this show on the road. Make your choices." God smiled and waved Her hand at the bottles of what I now knew to be Essence.

As I stepped up to the table information about the different one's began flowing into my mind. There are eighty odd different ones, all unique and overpowered in their own way but all have their flaws too.

…

After carefully considering each Essence I finally settled on one. Some of the choices are truly terrifying. One of them can turn you into the ultimate "breeder." That one went into the Nope that very fucking far away from me basket. A Smartphone. A Mad Doctor.

The different Essence was all interesting and each one were as OP as the other and had big downsides to them and lets be honest they all had the potential to turn me into a villain. Anyone else may have wanted overwhelming power but not me. I was the kid at school that when asked what superpower I wanted while everyone else was saying flight, immortality, and invisibility, I said the power to heal.

Was I too much of a goodie too shoes? Huh.

I just want to protect my kids even if its from myself. If even the strongest willed beings in the multiverse had succumb to evil then what hope did I have? I make my choice.

The Essence of Gacha. The one that was probably the most overpowered of the group. The potential of The Gacha was endless. Why choose to have one power when you could maybe have them all depending on your luck.

The downsides? It depends on MY luck and I am limited to what it gives me per month. Maybe that's an upside since my luck is shit it won't give me anything world ending. Hopefully. I want to beat the Giant purple grape but I don't want to become public enemy No.1.

Taking a deep breath and picking it up the Gacha Essence all the other bottles disappeared along with the table they were on. Looking at the Gods who now had delighted smiles on their faces, I unstopped the bottle, toasted the Gods and drank it whole.

The taste was strange.

Like a kaleidoscope of all flavors all at once. Peppermint, creme brulee, vomit, motor oil and an aftertaste of.. Is that beer? Weird.

"And now for my gift. What do you wish for? A simple one remember. Nothing overpowered, please," God asked while wagging Her finger at me with a mock frown.

"I wish to be reborn an orphan with little connection with others," I surprised them both.

"Hahahaha, see I told you she would be perfect for this,'' Stan placed a hand on my shoulder while looking at God. "Now I don't want you to worry about the TVA, they aren't an issue in this world. And now, until we meet again, may the blessings of Asgard and all the Gods be showered upon you!"

God smile's and I start to see her glow brighter and brighter before my vision is filled with white light.

"I wish you good luck," you hear God whisper in your ear.

…

"Miss Johnson, you twins are being brought up for the NICU now," I am brought back to the present by a bubbly plus size nurse named Sara, with black curly hair with amazing looking white streaks in it walks in with the news.

"Call me Sam, please,'' I smiled while getting myself a drink of water before sitting down on the chair in the hospital room. "How long before we can be released?"

"The doctor said tomorrow after morning rounds you should be able to go. Will you be alright, there was no home address on your paperwork?" Sara looks over with concern on her face.

"I plan on getting a motel room or something like that around the hospital for the next few weeks until I find an apartment," I smiled at the nurse while picking up the clothes laying around and putting them back in my bag. "I had to leave my last residence due to the roommate's boyfriend getting handsy and they started smoking inside."

From my new memories this was the truth. I had been living in my car, sleeping at the foreshore at night and taking any cleaning or day jobs that were paying cash.

"Hmm, well you can ask if you need anything," says Sara on her way out the door to another patient. "I'll be back for your next OBS soon."

After she leaves I pull out the old flip phone, a Sony Ericsson Z610i and double check the date.

"Ah, I guess this really is a pretty new phone." I think to myself.

July 7th 2007, nearly a year and a half until Tony's kidnapping. Banner's already the Hulk. Romanoff's still with the Red Room, I'll have to keep an eye out for Budapest at the end of the year. Barton's already retired "Ronin" and is now "Hawkeye" and an agent of Snake Shield. Captain's still in the ice and Thor's still the arrogant Princeling with his equally arrogant brother.

The original six are currently scatted and I can't do much for some of them at the moment as they need to grow. For now there isn't much I can do for them. 'I'll have to get stronger.' There was people I could help that wouldn't affect the plot of the first few movies to much right now.

Hank Pym

Eric Stevens

Ava Starr

Just to name a few people. I need a to-do list. I need to write down everything I can remember. I need to talk to the Ancient One. I Need to get Stronger.

Making that deduction I rubbed the soulmark that was on my chest bone. A blue circle with a triangle in the middle and line connecting them, that seemed to glow. I know that it's the Ironman Arc Reactor.

Finding out I had Tony's soulmark was surprising enough when I was in the bathroom but seeing the rest of my marks while going for a shower was something else. If I wasn't in a public space I might have screamed. I didn't have any of them before "awakening."

Soulmarks are common. Even having more then one happened often. Each soulmark was different and could mean different things. For example smaller marks usually meant that that person was a soul-sibling. Someone you were deeply connected to on an emotional level. Larger ones tended to be soulmates. Yes, I said soulmates. The "other half of you soul." Some people didn't have any soulmarks and some only had soul-siblings or soulmates.

Ironman's Arc reactor, the Hulk's fist holding a flask, Captain America's shield, and Hawkeye's hawk holding a bow and sword all nice petit pretty marks that I could deal with.

Blackwidow's hourglass with spider, Winter Soldier's knife and gun crossed over a red star on a silver shield, Sam's falcon with red, black and gray feathers and Quicksilver a sliver bolt. These one's I'm not dealing with. Nope. Not happening. Not right now. Two assassins, a soldiers and sonic walked into a bar... No. Don't. Think. About. It.

Eight. That's right Eight soulmarks. I mean it makes sense when I think about what Stan wants me to do, "fix things" but that's still a fucking lot of people. He did this on purpose. Siblings I can deal with. I had three older brothers in my last life. I could handle that no problem. Soulmate's was another issue.

BUT STILL…. AHGH. This is going to be a cluster fuck. Fuck you Stan.

[Initiating Gacha System]

"Oh, it's finally here." I stop freaking out internally at the computer voice inside my head.

[1%... 15%... 40%... 70%... 99%...]

[Please choose the interface format and the Gacha format. Computer game, D&D Beyond, or Notebook. Wheel, Balls, or Cards]

"Computer game and cards please." I chose the ones that would be easier to keep track of.

[100%]

[Initiating complete. Good luck.]