1 Reincarnation..

Reincarnation is weird. You always think about what's going to happen after death, and you contemplate quite a lot of different things. Heaven, hell, purgatory, rebirth, and reincarnation. I thought it could be any of these and I was right, just not exactly right.

My name is now Nicholas James and I reincarnated into the Marvel universe. It's weird being reincarnated into a fictional reality and realising your a bug in a world of gods. I would have rather been reincarnated in a DC universe, there's no real reason why, I just prefer it.

Life started out alright, I was born to a wealthy family who had a fairly large stake in Stark Industries, around like 30% I think. I grew up with pretty much whatever I wanted and what I wanted was knowledge. My parents pretty much gave me a entire library of books to study, with works from the veritable minds of Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Otto Octavius and so many more people.

When I was three my mother had read a story to me about Captain America, I took the opportunity to convince them I wanted to be like him and managed to get some trainers to build me up. Of course the first few weren't cutting it but eventually they hired a butler by the name of Earl Grey.

He was British and a retired Shield Agent, he also wasn't quite all there and that's why he actually gave me the training they use on shield recruits. He knew I was smarter than I let on but as a former agent he'd probably seen weirder shit, though we both kept what we really got up to from my parents.

Life was good, and it seemed to just keep getting better. I realised that I had a genius IQ and eidetic memory but also peculiarly that I healed about 4 times faster than the rest of humanity and that I never got sick. It caused some worry for my parents, but eventually they just ignored it.

I theorised that all my new advantages came from having more soul than anyone else. If I reincarnated here than I brought my soul along and if we assume that a persons soul grows from birth to adulthood than I have quite the advantage. I was born with an adult soul and until I reached adulthood it would continue to grow. No, that probably isn't right. If it continued to grow then I might just implode, what's most probable is that from birth to adulthood my original soul will be purified or refined, which means my healing and intelligence will only get better.

This is just a theory, for all I know I could be part alien or a mutant. It's probably best to not question it and be grateful for the advantages I have, and be grateful for my second chance at life though my memories are a little faded.

My parents sometimes bring their work home with them so I regularly get to see some blueprints for Starks inventions. Each new blueprint I see I understand just a little more. My parents know I look at their stuff but they don't mind, I'm actually warming up to them.

Originally, my goal was to find some way to get to the DC universe, I guess I just relate more with DC for some reason. Though I quite like my life right now, I'm 9 years old and I'm understanding about 70% of Starks blueprints, Earl also says that I'm getting pretty good at hacking and espionage but I'm still too young for proper physical conditioning so all I've been doing is learning martial arts and minimal conditioning.

I don't think I will try to go to the DC universe anymore, at least not so urgently. I like my parents, they could never replace my old parents but each day I get a little bit closer to them. I can still study and train but I could probably relax and spend more time with my parents.

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I'm 12 now, I'm mature but I have the emotional quality of a 12 year old, hormones do come from the brain and my brain is 12 years old though I look around 14. Earl says I'm doing well in my training and I now understand about 90% of the blueprints that Tony Stark makes. I'm a genius but I don't want to make any waves so I'm not skipping any grades but that doesn't mean I can't make friends. The only real friend I've made is Gwendolyn Stacey and that's only because we are much more intelligent then the other children, we hang out a lot and I'm pretty sure that she has a crush on me but I don't really have the hormones to do anything about that at the moment.

Anyway I'm currently hanging out with Gwen and we're talking about SCIENCE! Though she doesn't believe half the things I talk about. "I'm telling you Gwen, I'm going to build a machine that takes you to other dimensions, imagine how cool it would be. We could find an uninhabited earth and mine resources from there, isn't that amazing and who knows what else is out there!"

Gwen shakes her head. "I'm not doubting that there are other dimensions and universes out there, the multiverse theory has been talked about and debated for years. I'm doubting that you're the one whose going to be the first to make a machine to travel to those universes. We are just 12 year olds and admittedly we're clever but it just seems like dimension hopping is something that Reed Richards will probably achieve first, that's what most of his papers are actually about."

I shoot to my feet and start to mess with her. "You don't think I could do it? I'll show you, I'll start right now and crack dimension hopping way before Richards ever does!" I shout with righteous indignation.

Gwen starts to visibly panic. "I- I d- I didn't mean to say that you couldn't do it, I just meant that most of Reed Richards entire career has been focused on different dimensions and that he is probably close to cracking it. I- I think you could totally make the machine, it's just that Dr. Richards has a 20 year head start otherwise you would probably be the first."

I know she's just pandering to me but it feels nice. She's only doing this because we are each other's only friends, people haven't noticed her beauty yet and I'm grateful for it, I wouldn't have my best friend otherwise.

I'm still going to mess with her though. "It's too late Gwen. You doubted me and for that you must be punished! You will have your reckoning!" I start creep up on her and she's starting to look a little scared.

"I sentence you to death by TICKLING!" I proceed to jump on to her and start tickling her, paying no heed to her wallowing pleas to be freed from my brutal torture.

Suddenly the door bursts open. It's Earl and he looks panicked. "Sir... I'm afraid we must depart for the hospital. It's your parents.. there's been an incident."

And my world comes crashing down...