Chapter 1: Welcome to the Marvel Universe!

"Fe-ery where you going, hikari, zenbu atsumteee~, kimi no ashita tere- suyoooooooo"

A young man sang as he walked wearing his fairy tail design headphones. He carried a bunch of Katekyo hitman reborn, Bleach, One Piece, and Fairy Tail goods. On his waist was a mock katana from the anime Demon Slayer and he wore a jacket with the Uchiha clan logo on its back.

Although he would have looked like a weirdo, no one, even the cosplayers saw him as weird. This was a convention, compared to the kid walking around singing out of tune, in a language he did not understand more people cringed at the cosplayers going around filming tiktoks.

Some of them were not that bad but there were those idiots who thought they could talk and touch anyone anyway they wanted simply because it was a convention. Not to mention the perverts and degenerates who secretly took photos of men and women wearing skimpy outfits.

In short, the kid was not really standing out, but this nature of his existence is what led to his following fate.

The kid singing out of tune to the song paused as his song changed. But he didn't mind as the next song was also from one of his favorite anime.

"Listen to the stereo, TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT! HEDOFON- nara suttechematte moo-"

As he sang the first and most memorable lines of the song it suddenly paused making the young man stop walking and say-

"Nanidafuq?!"

But once again a different song played, although confused, the young man thought it was just TubeYou Music glitching out again as he sang along-

"Ienai itami kanashimi de, Kizutsuita kimi yo, Kise nai kako mo seoi atte ikou, Ikiru koto wo nagedasa nai de- OOOHHH-"

Again, as he was getting to the good part when the music changed, his phone started playing random songs from various anime series.

Unravel, Colors, We Are!... songs from his favorite anime started playing randomly. At first the young man wanted to check his phone but soon he realized something was wrong.

His surroundings started to distort as the songs playing in his headset played over each other.

Panicked, the young man wanted to remove his headphones but as he reached for his head time froze.

The sound of glass breaking resounded as the world turned black and white-

-crack-

The sound of shattering glass resounded as the world around the young man shattered alongside the sound. The black and white world turned into a pitch black void.

"Aaaahhh!"

An overwhelming pain consumed the young man's mind, he lost power in his body as the pain made his consciousness black out. But before he completely lost consciousness he heard a whisper of overlapping voices.

"Interesting"

The young man tried to raise his head to look for the source of the voice but his mind was enveloped in darkness as the pain increased sharply making him pass out.

"What the hell?"

A young man with a head of spiky blonde hair, sharp orange eyes and features, wearing a pinstripe suit and a black high collar cloak adorned with various badges. 

Despite having a focused gaze, the young man was- internally filled with confusion and self-doubts.

"This is… isekai?"

The young man asked as he saw his reflection on a small puddle of dumpster water and on the nearby window.

His reflection was that of the famous Vongola Primo, Giotto, from hitman reborn. But as he realized this his head was once again attacked with a sharp stinging pain. Memories- no knowledge was flowing in his mind as he was made to understand his current situation.

"Transmigration, I am in a different universe… my body was turned to that of Vongola Primo. I also-"

The young man raised his eyes and saw a blue nearly transparent box with text on it.

[Welcome to the Multiverse Anime System!

The administrator has selected you to be reborn as Vongola Primo in this reality! From now on you are Giotto Giovanni, a multiverse traveler! You have found yourself trapped in the reality of the Marvel Cinematic Universe! The Year is 2008, about a month before Tony Stark is kidnapped. Your first mission-

Prepare the world for Superheroes! Make a name for yourself! Before Iron Man becomes the talk of the town, become the first hero of the world!]

Giotto read the text as he fell into a bout of deep contemplation.

"TLDR: I'm in the Marvel Universe, with Vongola Primo's powers, I have a system, its capabilities unknown, I need to become a superhero before Ironman becomes a big name…"

The young man sighed, he recalled all the knowledge he could. Giotto was a fan of the MCU, he was not much a fan of the comics but the MCU was entertaining. The characters were more down to earth and although some, more recent movies had some very, political themes, unlike the comics, the story was not sacrificed too much just to make a point.

*At least the atlantis and Namor change was fueled not only by diversity checks but because Warner Bros. took the atlantis name first leaving Marvel Studios to look for other ways to introduce Namor. *

With such thoughts Giotto gazed at the busy streets of New York, the familiar buildings and fashion made him relax.

*Well… I was brought back 16 or so years ago but that's not much of a problem… though the question is- where the hell should I live?*

As much as Giotto wanted to start doing hero business and play with his newfound powers. The young man who Giotto was before did not have the survival knowledge of a man with nothing but the clothes on his back.

*Moreover, I don't have an ID! The fuck is this shit?! Is the system telling me to become a mafioso? I mean where and how do I survive with not a single dollar or a name?!*

Although he was not really a survivor in his previous life, he was still a functioning member of society. Giotto knew how bad the US was with people who were homeless.

*To get a job you need a home address but to have a home address you need money to pay a downpayment… homeless people with not a penny to their name end up in a downward spiral because of this issue.*

Giotto recalled the news and discussion on this topic he watched on youtube and read on the internet. Yes, he was not a person who knew what was happening on the ground but many of his generation were.

Parents who lived hard lives wished their children to live a life better than theirs. This resulted in a generation of individuals with a lack of understanding on survival. Those who lived a hard life knew how to survive but those protected by parents ended up suffering.

*Shit! If I had a phone… no- is youtube even a thing now? Twitch? How the hell am I gonna free lance… wait, even if I did have a phone and streaming was a thing- I'd still need an identity to actually make money…*

Realizing his state, Giotto cursed as he kicked the dumpster. Normally this would only cause a loud bang but to the young man's surprise and horror the dumpster flew-

Not a few meters forward but it literally flew high up in the sky, the stinky trash inside it scattering everywhere. Smelly dumpster water flying all around, seeing this Giotto quickly dashed away and once again he was surprised to find himself- flying

"Shit-"

Giotto cursed as he found golden flames bursting from his hands and feet. As he flew, a memory, or maybe instinct kicked in as he stabilized himself and flew towards the rooftop of a nearby apartment.

Landing on the rooftop a small shriek resounded behind Giotto.

"ahhH!"

Turning around, Giotto met face to face with a middle aged woman hanging her clothes to dry.

"This is not what you think, ma'am-"

"THIEF!"

Giotto tried to talk his way out of things but upon the woman's scream the nearby door suddenly burst open as a man wearing a white tank top burst out pointing his gloc at Giotto.

"FUCK!"

Without even thinking Giotto quickly shot up using his flames as he flew away from the city. Of course his actions caused a stir but Giotto did not care.

*Why should I care about my identity when I literally have nothing on my person? But fuck! Now I have SHIELD, HYDRA and a plethora of secret organizations on my fucking ass!*

Giotto cursed as he increased his flight speed, breaking the sound barrier, he caused a small sonic boom as he flew away.

All of his actions were caught by various onlookers who, as soon as he disappeared, started uploading their videos to youtube.

Giotto traveled for a few minutes and landed in an empty forested area. He did not go to Central Park or any small forest parks in the city. Instead he flew past urban and rural areas as he headed for the woodlands.

The young man landed on a small clearing next to a lake and as he did he shouted at the top of his lungs-

"FUUUUCK!"

Filled with anger and annoyance Giotto started punching the ground causing a bit of destruction as his dying will flame enhanced fist caused a small crater to form around him.

Giotto continued to punch the ground for a few seconds before stopping as he breathed in deeply.

He looked at his hands as he had a blank look of confusion on his face. He did not really understand himself. He somehow got stronger, in fact he felt that he was a lot stronger than what he thought Vongola Primo should have been.

But all his thoughts were in a mess, first he was thinking about how weird his abilities were. Then he was thinking of the many people taking photos and videos of him, then he thought of his identity problem-

*My problems just pile atop one another… I was given power but…*

Giotto raised his head, various emotions flashed in his eyes but soon all these emotions morphed into a look of loneliness.

His eyes darkened as he turned back to the ground. 

*I guess… even in this world- I'm still alone…*

Memories of his past life flashed in his mind, his various experiences and how he had lived until he was brought to this world.

*A lonely otaku who sought solace in anime, feeling a grand sense of warmth watching cringey power of friendship anime… but-*

Giotto bit his lips, his emotions suddenly flared as a dangerous look flashed in his eyes.

*They don't know! They feel like family, power of friendship and the like are cringey and stupid because they experience it in their lives! They don't know the feeling of not having a father! The feeling of losing your mother! The despair of losing everyone, of being alone! *

Giotto cursed in his mind as golden flames surrounded him.

*I… I just wanted to not be alone anymore-*

A tear flowed down Giotto's face as he thought, and as the teardrop fell on the ground a blue screen flashed before Giotto's eyes.

[Welcome to the Marvel Universe! It seems that you have created a pretty bad situation for yourself! For these kinds of cases the administrator has prepared an early bonus! You who have failed spectacularly to become a smart, cunning and genius MC will be given the baby rescue package!]

Reading the text, Giotto suddenly lost his depression. It was replaced by anger but soon he started to laugh. Joy flashed in his eyes, an uplifting feeling of joy spread in his heart. His mind became clear as he laughed.

"I guess I do have someone huh? Administrator? Maybe God? Hahaha! What the hell was I breaking down for?"

[Well little baby here is the contents of the package!

1. Aeolia Schenberg's knowledge and experience

2. Vongola Guardian Rings

3. Box Weapon[Incomplete] - Will become complete after user inputs their flames]

Giotto read through the list of bonuses he got, a smile formed on his lips as he spoke to the administrator. 

He did not know where he was or whether he was really watching or not, but Giotto did not care as he spoke.

"Thanks… I… I really don't know how to move forward but- well… thank you for watching over me"

Giotto said as he smiled towards the sky, as he did so a barely audible whisper entered his ears. It was faint but he heard it-

"That's it, young man- move forward, the name of Vongola Primo should bring hope, do not lose hope, do not lose the heart that longs for companionship, the darkness will creep upon you but as the sun you need to show your resolve. Be brave and step forward, you are not alone- you were never alone. Just keep walking, push through everything, live with your resolve and righteous mind, people will crowd behind you. Keep your heart the way it is and you will find the warmth you long for-"

Giotto looked all over but he did not find the source of the sound, but as the words came to an end he felt a hand on his shoulder. A burning yet comfortable warmth washed over him as he felt the arm pat his shoulder.

The young man paused, the image of a kind and brilliant man appeared in his mind. The image he currently holds, with a bright golden flame on the center of his forehead. 

The true Vongola Primo-

*Thank you, Giotto…*

The young man thought as a satisfied smile appeared on his face. The gloom disappeared from his face as a new resolute light appeared in his eyes.

*There is no time to cry over my fate, just like uncle ben said, With great power comes great responsibility… well I'm not spiderman but-*

Giotto lowered his gaze towards his clenched fist as took one deep breath before letting it all out-

"I can't run around depressed- after all! I have the power of GOD and ANIME on my SIDE!"

As Giotto was going through the motions of his new life, on a remote mountain top in the Himalayas. A large ancient structure stood, inside the main building, a lone bald woman sat cross legged, her eyes closed in deep meditation.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, a golden glow flashed for a moment as a look of confusion clouded her eyes.

"That was… "

The woman also known as the Sorcerer Supreme or the Ancient One looked towards the distant horizon. Her gaze was filled with hesitance and uncertainty. 

"An unknown variable appears out of thin air, the universe shifts, new factors appear, history is changed forever… is this an omen of impending chaos or a sign of or mercy from the universe?"

She spoke with a calm yet worried tone, her expression remained somber and her atmosphere apathetic. Anyone who witnessed her current state would see that the glorious protector of the Earth was in a state of confusion.

It took her a few minutes to calm herself down and as she did, she let out a soft sigh as the ancient one, a figure who always stood on the side as a fence sitter. Now all her knowledge and predictions, her plans and preparations, all of these were starting to fall apart.

"I need to know the cause-"

With a resolute look in her eyes, the ancient one stood up, she turned around and moved her hands in a circular motion. Following her hands, a golden line was traced in the air and where a golden ring was completed a portal was formed.

The ancient one proceeded to walk into the portal, without any hesitation she entered and chased after the unknown variable that popped up out of thin air.