My name is Alan Warren, and this is the story of how I survived.

If you've ever woken up after going to bed drunk, you have the basic idea of how it felt when I woke up. Groggy and trying to dampen the throbbing in my skull. The last thing I remember is the flash of headlights coming at me.

I was screaming, I realized. I felt so helpless as someone so much bigger than I simply picked me up and cooed at me.

It was so frustrating! I was a twenty year old man! I shouldn't be cooed at like I was a baby for one, and for another thing, I was six feet tall! Who the hell would be able to pick me up like I weighed nothing? I weigh over 200 pounds!

It wasn't until much later that I truly figured out what happened.

I had been reborn.

I had died and been reborn in a fictional universe. One I was intimately familiar with.

I was Alexander Osborn, lone heir to the Osborn fortune, and I was stuck in the MCU.

Or, I should say an alternate version of the MCU considering Norman Osborn's interaction in it and certain Mutant activists are a thing.

The reason I think that this is more MCU than comics is because of the history of this universe. Some things are the same, for example, the Kennedy assassination.

However there are things that match up to the MCU side of things. For one, the Red Skull and the supposed 'Death' of Captain America. Hydra's use of the Tesseract was considered top secret, but Norman was able to get his hands in SHIELD and get some more information regarding Hydra research.

I was able to read through some of it, but what I read gave me enough to build on.

Combine that with the X-Men's existence and their involvement with the Cuban Missile crisis, I quickly realized that this universe followed the laws of the cinematic versions of the characters.

All I really knew was that the events of Iron-Man had yet to happen and Norman wasn't the Green Goblin yet.

Part of me wanted to fix things. Make sure certain characters survived, make sure certain events never took place, etc.

But at the same time… Did I want to risk it? I already died once… Did I want to risk it and die again?

Not really… But at the same time, the chances of me simply becoming collateral in some superhero v. super villain fight was too great for me to ignore.

My greatest chances in survival have me enhancing myself. The sheer amount of ways to do that in the MCU alone are staggering, but once you add in the X-Men and the Fantastic Four, that number will multiply.

The biggest issue however is the sheer amount of characters that are far too powerful for me to ever survive. If Galactus ever decided to eat the planet, then I was screwed. If Thanos gets the Infinity Stones and brings the events of Infinity War into motion, what would stop him from snapping me away?

There are certain aspects of this universe that will forever be out of my reach, but in the meantime…

I wasn't going to sit around and watch. I'm going to do something.

First thing on the agenda? The Oz Formula.

Just… you know, fixed.

One of the benefits of being reborn in a fictional universe is that my mind was far more malleable as a child. I still had the memories and knowledge of my past life, but it seemed I could learn and understand far more as a child than when I was an adult.

I abused the hell out of that.

Since I already had knowledge of the basics up to a college level, this gave me time to focus beyond that. I focused on Math, a subject I really hated in my past life, and science, a subject that I wasn't able to fully explore.

I quickly blew through various fields as a child. Turns out I inherited some of Normans genius intellect, and while I wasn't exactly thrilled to have him as a father, there were benefits.

His IQ for one, but for another, his massive bank account.

It allowed me to get some of the best tutors while I was a child. This helped me focus and study until I was at a masters level in most subjects. Not a small feat when I was only fourteen.

Mathematics, Biology, Chemistry, Radiology, Mechanical Engineering, Coding, and a few foreign languages in the mix, I was considered a prodigy.

So much so, that when I turned eighteen, Norman offered me a job as his personal assistant in the lab. Second to only Norman and Dr. Stromm themselves.

So when they started working on the Goblin Formula… I was quick to help out and offer a secondary option to hold over the military while we perfect the serum.

"We solved the Horizon Drive, and the multi-key balance issues." Dr. Stromm was telling General Slocum.

And yes, that is his actual name.

"I've already seen the Glider!" The General says in frustration as said mechanism shut down. "That's not what I'm here for."

"General Slocum, Nice to see you again!" Norman says with a polite wave as he enters the lab. Unlike his comic book counterpart, this Norman would prefer to stay in a lab all day than talk to businessmen and Generals. However, like his Counterparts, he understood the necessity.

Doesn't mean he has to be there on time apparently.

"Mr. Balkan, Mr. Fondest." He greets politely to the board members in the room. "It's always a pleasure to have our Board of Directors pay us a little visit!"

"I want to see the progress report on human performance enhancers." The General replies, not impressed by Norman's attempts at stalling.

"We've tried vapor inhalation with rodent subjects, they showed an eight hundred percent increase in strength." Dr. Stromm says excitedly as they started walking through the lab and towards my work section.

"Any side effects?" Slocum asks.

"In one subject yes, bu-" The Doctor started before Norman cut in.

"It was an aberration, All tests since then have been successful."

"And in the trial that went wrong, what happened? What were the side effects?"

"Violence, aggression, and insanity..." Dr. Stromm says with a sigh.

"And what do you recommend?" the General asks.

"That was only one test." Norman once more cut in. "And with the exception of Dr. Stromm, our entire staff certifies the product as ready for human testing."

"Dr. Stromm?"

"We need to take the whole line back to formula."

"With a sigh, the General steps away and Norman silently glares at Dr. Stromm.

"Dr. Osborn." The General calls. "I'm going to be frank with you… I never supported your program. We have my predecessor and his obsession with Captain America to thank for that."

"Norman," One of the Board Members says. "The General has given the go ahead to Hammer Tech to build a prototype of their exoskeleton. They start testing in two weeks..."

"Then you wouldn't mind if I showed you our designs then?" Norman asks the assembled group with a small grin.

As soon as I realized the weird fusion reality I existed in, I had decided i'd change as much as possible while still keeping the timeline as in tact as possible. Simply for ease of understanding. There were some events that would have to happen, while other events should be able to be changed.

I was hoping that this event was changeable, so I designed a suit of armor that took inspiration from a variety of sources. Iron Man's armor, Master Chief's armor, The prototype armor from The Amazing Spider-Man 2, and more.

In the end, it was lighter, more easily manuevered, and acted more like body armor than the bulky tank that Hammer was building.

It was interesting that Hammer bought out Quest Aerospace though, I guess some things had to change when you consider this potluck of timelines and reboots.

"Your designs, Dr. Osborn?" General Slocum asks with a raised eyebrow.

"While I admit, the performance enhancers are a bit of a personal project of mine and something I wish to see completed, my son agreed with Dr. Stromm and wished to propose a secondary project should the enhancer prove difficult or human testing prove fatal or dangerous." Norman explained as he led everyone to my workspace.

Shutting off the video feed as they entered my lab, I smirked at the assembled group.

"General Slocum! Good to see you!" I greet before greeting the board members. "I assume that Norman wanted to show you my designs?"

"Yes, though considering we already have a contract with Hammer Technologies for an exoskeleton, I'm not sure what your designs can offer." The General replies.

Pressing a few buttons, one of the larger screens in the room turns on and shows off the design.

"I call it the Atlas Mark 1 Armor." I say with a smirk. "The armor is designed to be lightweight, yet durable. With the armor itself holding much of its own weight and miniature pistons that react to the users muscles to allow movement. Theoretically, it could stop a sniper round at close range."

"Mark One… I'm to assume there are to be more than just this version?" The General asks me as he looks over the designs.

"Should you give us the go ahead, there will be specialized versions of the armor designed for each branch of the military as well as a version that would be worn by those who have used our performance enhancer."

Looking over the designs again, the General looks at me with a stern look in his eye before turning back to Norman.

"You have the go ahead to start building a prototype of this… Atlas Armor. Should the tests prove the armor superior to Hammer's Exo-Skeleton, then we will talk. You have two weeks."

With that, the General and the Board Members left.

Sighing in relief, I glance at Norman. As surprising as it was, Norman Osborn wasn't a bad man. On the contrary, he was actually a very nice and generous individual, but often times, business got in the way. To make comparisons, he was like a later years Howard Stark. A genius scientist who buries himself in work in order to make the world as a whole a better place. From an outsider perspective, he could be seen as harsh or uncaring, but he really did care.

The grin on his face proved that to me now.

"Come on, lets get back to work. We need to make the prototype before the two weeks are up!" He says with a smile as he claps me on my back. "And you're in charge of this project."

On the bright side, I held off the creation of the Green Goblin for a little while. Hopefully it will last longer than that two week period.

Otherwise I may be a bit screwed.

Hey y'all, it's me! With the first chapter of the rewrite!

In the original, I had basically let Norman go all loco and then killed him off. Something many of you balked at.

So here we are. Trying to fix it, and honestly, it has potential and it makes more sense. So here we go.

I hope y'all enjoy! Please leave me some reviews in the form of questions, it gives me ideas when you do that!

The Nameless Scribe