Discovery

Sorry for the delay had some scheduling problems but I fixed them. Expect the chapters on weekends.

Hope you enjoy the chapter.

[2007-July-25-2PM]

"Neural differentiation is studied using a simultaneous application of 3D scaffold culture and hydrodynamic and electrical stimuli in purpose‐designed recirculation bioreactors operated with continuous fluid flow.

Pheochromocytoma (PC12) cells are seeded into nonwoven microfibrous viscose‐rayon scaffolds functionalized with poly‐l‐lysine and laminin. Compared with the results from static control cultures with and without electrical stimulation and bioreactor cultures with the fluid flow without electrical stimulation, expression levels of the differentiation markers β3‐tubulin, shootin1, and ephrin type‐A receptor 2 are greatest when cells are cultured in bioreactors with fluid flow combined with in‐situ electrical stimulus."-- I read out loud hoping it would help me understand.

You'd think sleeping on stairs would be comfortable, but no, it isn't. It has been 1 day since I've first arrived in this world and I've found out in which Marvel Universe I'm in. Im in the MCU! That's kinda neat, its less dangerous than the other ones. Im looking at you! 616.

The effects of Charles Atlas Superpowers are INCREDIBLE! In two days I've managed to reach another level on Biology.

Right now I've considered trying to get a job with one of the factions, namely S.H.I.E.L.D, HYDRA and maybe Stark.

HYDRA is automatically out, as is Stark, at least until after he is kidnapped. S.H.I.E.L.D is currently the best option, I just need to make a deal with Nick Fury and hope everything goes my way, like a generic self insert. Who am I kidding. This is a Marvel universe, something WILL go wrong. I just hope I can go around or through the problem.

Standing up and stretching my arms and legs, until I can hear some of them pop, I go towards receptionist desk conveniently placed right after the entrance to the library.

Miss Roberta, the librarian is nice lady, she looks like she's in her 30s or 40s, right now she's wearing a green dress with a white floral pattern, she's a brunette with a short groomed hairstyle she's reading a small book, not small in terms of page number, small as in the whole book is small. Probably a story about romance or suspense. Judging by her smile, a romance.

"Have you read everything you wanted?" She asks, with a small smile on her face as she sees me approaching.

"It usually closes at 7 PM. Can I know why you ask?"—She asks with a little head tilt.

"I just wanted to know how much time I had to read."— I answer relaxedly, with no ulterior motive guiding my actions. I casually turn around and head to the table I was occupying.

Time for more reading and searching for a way to get S.H.I.E.L.D's attention.

Is it wrong that I'm flirting with someone much older than me? No? Ok then.

——————————————————-————————————————————————————————————————————————

[2007-July-25-5PM]

It's been 2 hours of continuous reading, and it's getting kinda boring. I tentatively searched for S.H.I.E.L.D's information and found a headquarters close by, after finding the HQ I searched for a map on the internet so I can get a reference point, like those mall maps {Right now you're here} types, now I just need to book it. Why you ask? Cause it's getting kinda late and I don't have a place to sleep.

As I stand up from the chair, my legs feeling like absolute poo, I put back all the books I was reading and leave the library, saying goodbye to miss Roberta, not before scribbling on the palms of my hands the address of the headquarters. <219 West 47th Street>

After some time of walking, I found the entrance to the HQ. As I enter, I see a receptionist, he looks busy, so I go to the front of his desk waiting for his phone call to end.

"Hello young man, how may I help you? Did you get lost or are you waiting for someone?"—- Says the man, I look towards his name tag, the man now named Smith. Is it supposed to have just his last name or is whole name? Probably something to prevent employees from getting to chatty with civilians.

"Hm Hi, how can I say this without sounding crazy, I have powers and was wondering what were you're policies for powered people trying to work for you." I answer with peak level charisma.

"...Are you serious young man? Know that, if you're lying you will bear heavy consequences."— He says in a no nonsense tone of voice.

"I'm serious sir, can I talk to your superiors?"— I answer with my confidence increasing.

He grabs the black with a slight metallic tone cable phone and speed dials someone, I assume it's his superior.

"Yes sir. I know sir, He's saying it's true. Yes sir I know what would happen if it's fake. Goodbye sir." He answers almost mechanically.

"Please follow me, I'll take you to a room in the back."

"Ok lead the way."

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————-

"My name is Rebecca Davis, I will be asking some questions and I hope you can answer them as honestly as possible." Says an African-American woman with black suit with a blue inner short.

"Ok, is this being recorded?" I ask with no small amount of anxiety coursing my mind.

"Yes, it's being recorded for later view. Is there a problem?"

"No just wanted to be sure" I answer, knowing my answer will be recorded and probably dissected at a later date.

"How old are you?"

"15."

...

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"What is our info on this, ...mysterious healer."— Says a man with an eyepatch on his left eye.

"He is 15 years old, when asked for a name, he seemed to struggle to remember, as was for family information. He said he can heal, but when asked to explain his abilities, there was a hint of deception, right now were assuming he can't just heal, we decided not to press the issue." Says a woman with shoulder length hair.

"Any signs he's a spy?"

"No sir, but I believe we shouldn't slack on our security."

"...Anything extra I should know about?"

"Yes sir, he asked for a private meeting with you. We don't know how he came across the information of your name." Says the woman, with carefully concealed weariness.

"...Interesting. Tell him I'll think about it." Says the man with a small frown on his face.