Joining The Masters of The Mystic Arts

A/N: This a rewrite. I wasn't satisfied with the flow of the earlier version so I decided to just throw away the entire thing. There aren't many changes, except for a name-change and The fact that he is goin to join The Masters of The Mystic Arts right in the beginning, I mean that's what almost anyone would do. Ps: The TVA doesn't exist in this universe, the reason will be explained later but it's basically because Kang is never born in this universe.

This version of the Mc has never been friends with Steve and Bucky. All my fan-fics are going to go through a rewrite to be a part of fan-fic verse(That's what I am calling the collection of all my Fan-fics.)

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I walked towards the destination of my journey, 177A Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, New York. However, before we go any further, I suppose I will have to tell you how exactly I got there in the first place. It all started with me running away from my family, managing to stay away for a few days, getting in an accident, dying.

That should have been the end, but if it were the end I wouldn't be here using this somewhat cliché method of rushing through my origins while telling a story. I woke up in a weird corridor. It sort of resembled an aquarium. A long corridor with pitch-black glass-like panes on the either side separated by white marble walls in regular intervals.

It was so well lit that it seemed that the entire corridor was made up of some sort of white marble. Fast forwarding to meeting a disembodied voice, being told I had died, being told of being selected to be reborn in the world of Marvel with a modified All for One- the quirk from My Hero Academia. 24th December 1919 was the day I opened my eyes for the first time in the world of marvel. Born an orphan, I spent the first 11 years of my new life in an orphanage.

I was quite disappointed for being born so early in the Marvel universe. I wasn't exactly told how to utilize All for One by the voice, so I had no idea of how to use what potentially could be the most broken super power in Marvel.

And here I was now, an 11 year old boy, having run away from the orphanage and standing in front of my only chance of doing something out of the norm. Come on, anyone who has ever wished to be transported to a fictional world has only ever done so because of the things which made those worlds fictitious in the first place. So after living a normal, mundane life for 11 years, I just ran away. I was in the world of Marvel for fuck's sake... plus, one can only handle so much of chores and nagging from adults as a teenager in a child's body.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door of the New York Sanctum. Originally, I wanted to wait a little longer before trying to be admitted in Kamar Taj. Plus, the age requirement was never mentioned in the movie. Though, I realized that I could die at any moment, my chances of dying would significantly increase after the start of the second world war . This made me hasten along my plans of joining Kamar Taj.

The door was opened by an asian man. "Yes?" he questioned me.

'Okay this is it,' I told myself internally. 'Don't mess it up and pretty soon you will basically be a part of Marvel's version of Hogwarts.' "I was hoping to meet the ancient one, I want to join the masters of the mystic arts," I told him. Now in retrospect I might have been a bit too direct, but it was the only way I could come up with at that time which would allow me to join Kamar Taj.

He raised an eyebrow in visible confusion. He frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"You know, The sorcerer supreme, the bald lady."

His frown deepened. "Wait a minute," He closed the door in my face. I was feeling so anxious. The best case scenario would be me being accepted, and the worst: me being thrown in the mirror dimension- or any other dimension.

I tried knocking the door again after waiting for a while but as I touched the door I was transported inside. I stumbled and fell down. "Ouch..." I groaned.

"Well you definitely are not a threat if you don't even have proper balance," The man commented as looked over me in curiosity.

I stood back up, "Sorry. I haven't ever been teleported before, like at all."

He circled his hands around and created a portal, through which he procured a set of white robes. He threw the robes at me. "What are these," I asked, holding up the robes.

"Those are the robes you will be wearing while being trained under me," he informed me. "If you follow me, I will show you to the room you will be staying at during the duration of your stay... Mr.?" He questioned.

That's when I realized I hadn't introduced myself yet, "Shawn Flynn."

"Ok then, Shawn Flynn. Before you join us, why do you want to join The Masters of the Mystic arts? Wouldn't you parents be worried about you?"

"I am an orphan," I replied nonchalantly.

"I see... Well I am not goin to pester you with too many questions," He started walking upstairs. "Welcome to the new York Sanctum."

I hesitated for a few seconds before following him. Joining the masters of the mystic arts had been way easier than I had expected.

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I was woken up the next day by a loud knock on the door. "Wear the robes come down in fifteen minutes," said the guy who had opened the door for me yesterday(I still didn't know his name at the time. He told me to call him Sensei). I quickly got ready and ran downstairs where he was waiting.

He nodded on seeing me and created a portal, "Follow me." He stepped into the portal and I followed behind him. I stepped into what seemed like a library.

"What are we doing here?" I questioned.

"You said that you wanted to learn the Mystic arts, yes?" He started taking out a few books from a nearby shelf.

"...Yes?" I answered carefully

"Ok then, Shawn-" he placed three books on the table and continued, "Learn these in a week."

I frowned, "Aren't we going to meet the Ancient one?"

He smiled and patted the books, "Later, first you have to learn everything in these books."

My frown deepened but I still sat down and took a book of the pile. "Sanskrit for newbies?" I read the title out loud. "Can't we just skip to the portal making?" I asked desperately.

"Nope," he answered with a chuckle and just left, leaving me all alone in the library.

It was a pretty normal day for me. As the Master of the New York Sanctum my duties included but were not limited to keeping the place in pristine condition, which was a rather easy task with the help of magic. Other than my duties were to keep a close look over the supernatural in New York I had to practice to keep improving. I was very comfortable with my life.

The reason why my perfectly normal day was interrupted was all because of a child. This child had come out of no where, knocked on the doors of the sanctum and asked to meet the ancient one with a calm smile. I had been expecting a salesman or worse, one of those door to door preachers. I was slightly taken aback when I saw a child standing outside.

I was about to shoo the little cretin away when he started asking to meet the Ancient one. Now that made me pause. The child even knew that the ancient one was a bald woman. I scanned the child, he seemed human. I decided to consult the ancient one, who told me to accept him and thrusted the responsibility of teaching and keeping an eye on him onto me.

My scans showed that he was a pretty normal human, He wasn't even lying when I had asked about his parents. His knowledge about the existence of Kamar Taj aside, there was no reason why we couldn't accept him. I was going to keep a close eye on the little kid.

After leaving him with the books he needed to study, I kept observing him while under a concealment spell.