Marvel : The Genius

The city was bustling, the hum of life carrying through the air, as people went about their business, unaware of the life-altering event about to unfold. Grey Whiteheart, a thirty-year-old introvert, sat in the corner of the café, sipping his coffee. He wasn't one to seek attention, much less interact with the world outside his thoughts. The quiet comfort of his routine kept him distant from the chaos that often filled the world outside. His life was simple, content, and safe. Or at least it had been until that moment.

The screech of tires was the first indication that something was wrong. Grey's head snapped up from his phone, instinctively alert. His gaze darted toward the street outside, where a car was careening toward the sidewalk. It was speeding, swerving erratically, and in the blink of an eye, the car veered toward a small child standing at the corner.

Without thinking, without hesitation, Grey was on his feet, pushing past tables and chairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't the type to jump into dangerous situations. He was no hero. But in that moment, something deep inside him stirred. A primal need to act, to protect, took over his body, overriding every instinct to stay safe.

The child—no older than seven—stood frozen, eyes wide in terror. The car was only feet away now.

Grey's mind screamed for him to stop, to think. But there was no time. His body was already moving. He lunged forward, his arms outstretched, and managed to shove the child out of the car's path.

The world seemed to slow down. He heard the tires squeal against the asphalt, the sound of the vehicle's engine roaring in his ears. In the split second after the child tumbled safely to the ground, Grey felt a violent impact. Pain shot through his body as the car struck him full force.

Everything went black.

A Dreamless Void

Grey awoke to an eerie silence. No pain. No light. Just an overwhelming sense of nothingness. He tried to move, but his body didn't respond. Panic surged in his chest, only to be replaced by an odd calmness. He tried to speak, but no sound escaped his mouth.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the void. It was neither male nor female, but soothing and powerful, resonating in the very core of his being.

"You have done something rare, Grey Whiteheart," the voice said, the words weaving around him like a melody. "A selfless act at the moment when the world needed it most. You saved a child, whose fate was tied to the survival of this world. Your actions have earned you great karma."

Grey's mind raced, trying to understand. A child? The child he had saved? But the world seemed so distant now, so far removed from anything he had ever known.

"Who… who are you?" Grey managed to ask, his voice faint and weak, though it didn't seem to matter in this place. He had no body. No form. Just his thoughts.

"I am but an agent of fate, Grey. I guide the balance of worlds. Your wish will be granted in exchange for your sacrifice."

A warmth surrounded him, as if the voice itself was an entity made of pure compassion. Grey felt a strange peace, but his mind clung to one thought: his own world was gone. He had died. There was no going back.

"I wish for supreme intelligence," Grey said, his voice firm despite the overwhelming uncertainty. "I want to understand everything. I want the knowledge to shape my future."

"Your wish is granted," the voice said simply. "But know this, Grey Whiteheart, your journey is far from over. You will be sent to a new world. A world you've only dreamed of. A world where your intelligence will be your greatest asset. Welcome to the Marvel universe."

The Marvel Universe

The next thing Grey knew, the void dissolved, and he found himself standing in a completely unfamiliar place—a city unlike anything he'd ever seen. He was still disoriented, but the intense surge of knowledge flooded his mind, giving him a sense of clarity he had never experienced before.

Grey stumbled slightly, regaining his balance, as the world around him began to take shape. His mind processed the information faster than he could comprehend. Stark Industries… S.H.I.E.L.D… The Avengers… names and concepts began to unfold in his brain like a tapestry of information. He was in the Marvel universe now.

His heart raced with both excitement and fear. This was the world he had always admired from afar, the world he had always dreamed of. But now, he had no choice but to navigate it. With supreme intelligence at his disposal, he could achieve anything. But would it be enough to survive the challenges of this strange new world?

And what role would he play in the cosmic dance of heroes and villains?