New Story, And guess what its on the Marvel cinematic universe

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC's

Ding!

A large square window appeared in front of a young man who was wearing nothing but a pair of pants while hanging on metal bar dangling 15 feet over the ground. Said metal bar was in between a decommissioned crane and a large storage unit. The young man was doing what seemed to be some kind of one handed pull-up, while having weights strapped in his two legs, on his back and midsection. Even with how extreme the young man was 'exercising', not a single drop of sweat can be seen on him.

The young man sighed as he read the message on the small rectangular box.

YOU HAVE GAINED 1 STR DUE TO CONSTANT PHYSICAL TRAINING.

Normally this sort of message will only appear on games called RPGs. Where a player can create a character who will flourish with certain stats until they attain their max level. And these RPGS are normally seen on computers played as video games. This was what made the young man special.

He was a video game character in the real world.

Now before you ask. He wasn't always like this. He was normal like the rest of us.

And then one day he saw a blue window in front of him and Bam he was in a whole new world of weirdness.

He was lucky his best friend was a computer genius who happened to have spent a lot of time playing RPGS. Together with the guidance of his friend they slowly but surely pieced together what his ability can do.

That was six months ago.

Now the messages hardly surprises him anymore. He casually swiped the message with his free hand and let go of the metal bar with the other. He landed on his feet in a graceful thud. He then one by one removed the weights that were on his body.

The young man went over to his bag and retrieved a large water bottle and proceeded to down the contents. He gave out a sigh, he didn't really need to drink, eat or even sleep anymore. This was something he has noticed over the months that he had the weird ability. Sure he can still enjoy eating and sleeping but as long as he had hp or hit-points he didn't really need them.

Sometimes he wondered if he was still human.

He muttered the command for his stats as a much larger blue message box appeared.

Jeffry Grayson
Level 10
Class: The Gamer
Title: Brawler
Race: Human/?
Age: 18
Gender: male

HP: 370
Mp: 100

Str: 33+5
Vit: 27+5
Dex: 28+5
Int: 10
Wis: 10
Luk: 10

Pts: 50

Whenever he sees his stats there was something he always thought about. His race. He was human alright, but with that ? he was clearly half something else. He knew nothing else could be any weirder even if he found out.

Jeffry or Jeff as his friend called him was always tempted to use his extra points to boost his already above average physical stats. But according to his friend, who was an expert on rpg games or anything else that requires a computer, stats are sacred gems that need to saved and not stupidly used. His friend always said that he needed to know much more on what each stat was capable of before using them. Said friend jokingly said to put all of it on int so that he could figure all of it out on his own. He often cringed at his own stat of 10 in inteliggence. He didnt feel stupid. As a kid he was always more of a brawn over brains sort of guy, but he didnt think he was an idiot or something. Thinking about it gave Jeff a minor headache, he would always blame it on his low int stat.

Jeff put on his red shit and a pair of sneakers and carefully looked around and muttered a low. 'Inventory'.

A large windows appeared in front of him showing pictures of various things in neatly organized squares. He grabbed his black bag and shoved it in the large window in front of him. To any other person it would seem that he was making his black bag disappear into nothingness. This was dubbed as a hack by his friend (along with any other new this they discovered with his ability). It was also this that enabled the two of them to live an independent life. At first they started using it as a way to food out of stores. Then it evolved to taking high end computer equipment and selling it for cash.

They did that for 2 months until they were almost caught. By that time they already had enough cash to move to Los Angeles and start a new life. It was a hard 2 weeks for the two eighteen year olds, but that changed when they found a few things about his ability.

One is that he can do certain task repetitively that is related to one of his stats, and by doing so a number of times it increased by 1.

The second was any injury can be healed by just sleeping it off. Even something like a fractured knee was healed off after 8 hours of sleep.

And last was he can learn anything from books as long as it teaches a certain skill and not something theoretical. The only limit was it had certain stat requirements. Once they knew about those three things they were able to secure a steady albeit somewhat illegal way of getting income.

Jeff looked at his watch and saw that it was already 9:17 pm. He walked out of the junkyard and gave a couple of bills to the watchman like he normally does. He hoped in his bike and rode off to 'work'.

Jeff glanced at his watch again as he approached a small metal door on the back of a dark alley. He looked around and got something from his inventory. It was a red luchador mask with gold trimmings and had the motif and design of a dragons head. His best friend told him it looked more like a red and gold weasel mask. But he argued vehemently that it was a Dragon. Just earning a shrug in return. It was now 10:23 pm.

He still had a lot of time to spare. He approached and knocked at the metal door five times. A small peep hole opened in the middle of the door. Jeff took out small gold coin with an emblem of bird on it and placed it on the whole. The small compartment closed and after a few seconds, the sound of multiple locks can be heard as the door opened to show a large bald middle aged man who towered over his five foot eight body.

"The kid is back for another fight, you heal fast . Its only been five days? " said the tall bald guy who opened the door.

Jeff smirked and motioned his left shoulder into a circular motion. "Nah Boris I'm still sore, I just really some cash today. Besides it wasn't as bad as it looked back then." Jeff lied like an expert his level 26 lying ability working wonders as it not only affected how he delivered his statement but also his overall body language and even his heartbeat.

"Well, I could have sworn that guy snapped your shoulder last time you were here. You must have a very good Doctor." Answered Boris giving him a small grin.

Jeff gave out a small laugh. "Well he should be I paid him 10 grand to fix me up so I can fight today."

"So little weasel is back to fight. There is new guy that came in while you gone. He is now rank 90,000 weasel boy" Boris said.

"Again Boris its a Dragon, why does everyone say it a freakin weasel. Is that the guy Mr. Anton called about?" asked Jeff.

Boris gave him a nod and added "He very strong weasel boy, last fight he break mans arm. You too thin he might break you in half."

Jeff ignored the weasel statement but frowned at the other thing Boris mentioned.

Two days ago he received a call from the owner of the fight club he was fighting for. The owners name is Mr. Anton. The fight club itself was an illegal underground fighting syndicate which was watched by a number of VIPS from all over the worlds.

Millions of dollars are spent by these VIPS betting on these matches. Even though it was an illegal fighting rink killing inside fights is not allowed as it decreased the number of fighters and the more fights the better. There was ranking of sorts, every fighter can fight as much as he or she wants as long as they can fight. The ranking is money based, everyone starts at the 200 rating.

And it works like this if the fighter fights another 200 rating fighter and wins he will get half the rank of that fighter and be a 300 rating fighter. He can then chose to fight again and again. And once they are done they will be paid according to their rank. Meaning if you have a current rank of 5,000 coming in and you win a fight they will pay you 5,000 dollars.

Of course a lot of the veteran fighters who have made a living out fighting in this club will often chose to fight the low rank fighters because it was a steady and safe way to gain turn it was a good way albeit dangerous way of encouraging the new rank 200's to challenge the higher rank fighters. The only catch was if you were a higher rank fighter and haven't fought yet in a day where you were on the club you have to fight or they will decrease your rank by 75% which is a lot. Jeff was currently at a 45,000 rank and for some reason the owner called him personally if he would like to challenge the new 90,000 rank fighter.

"How did he do it?" Asked Jeff curiously.

"He fight really good, he won 5 high fights yesterday. Really brutal that one" Said Boris with a nod.

"No injuries?" Asked Jeff

"His last one.." Boris then stopped as he felt his pager vibrate on his pocket.

"Mr. Anton saw you come in, he ask for you. The new guy will fight in 5 minutes" Said Boris as he pointed at a camera behind them.

Jeff looked at the camera and nodded and proceeded to go to an elevator that Boris directed him to. He had always known that the elevator went really far down because even with its speed it still took a few more minutes to reach his destination. This entrance was only used by fighters, the guest and spectators all took a different route in getting to the fights. A small ding alerted him that he was already at his destination. The moment the elevator opened the sound of cheering erupted as he saw the sight of 4 enclosed cages all with combatants fighting each other. Above it circling all the fighting were pristine high classed looking windowed rooms housing the various VIPs.

"Mr. Dragon?" A voice called over interrupting him while he carefully observed his current surroundings. "Hi my name is Nadine, I'll be escorting you to ." He glanced to were he expected to find his escort to Mr. Anton only to be surprised by the hovering message on top of his escort.

Lvl: 44
Black widow
Natalia Alianovna Romanoff

Jeff has observed that the average person were on 1-5 in level. He has seen a few athletes and police officers to be on the 9-14 range. He seldom saw people on the 20's. Heck even the 30,000 range fighters are 15-20. The guy that he fought last was a level 39. So seeing a person with a really high level and whose not fighter surprised him a lot.

"Hmm. This is the first time I've seen you here. You new?" Asked Jeff as he extended his hand wearily at the beautiful redhead. Inside he was nervous. Although that was short lived when the moment he felt panic wash over him one of his skills kicked in.

Gamers Mind, a passive skill that allowed him to calmly and logically think things through. It also had the benefit of being immune to phychological status effects. Which is something that hasn't been tested.

The redhead calmly took his hand and gave it a slight shake. She then looked at Jeff with a cheerful smile. "Yes, Janice had to call in sick so I'm filling in for her. Just follow me Ill show you to Mr. Anton's section."

The two of them walked silently passing by guards wearing black suits. Jeff has never been to this part of this place before, he noted that the security were all above level 20 and were armed. He glanced at the not 'Nadine', clearly she was lying about her name he was about to use one of his skills called inspect when the redhead as if on cue started talking to him.

"So, whats it like to be a fighter? Your young too. Aren't you scared of the guys that are bigger than you?. And why is your alias Dragon not Weasel?" Asked the redhead cheerfully as they walked towards their destination.

"If I was afraid to get hurt I wouldn't be here,also the money is good." Answered Jeff as he put his hands on his pockets. "Besides why do people always say I'm young, And for the last time its a Dragon mask not a Weasel."

'Nadine' looked at him and gave him a smile. "You kinda wrote down your birthday on the registration. The age is always calculated by the system first and that's what it uses as your age in the big screen. Your the youngest known fighter above 30,000 rank you're sort of the crowd favorite." Said the red-head as she pointed on one of the big screen displays.

'Fuck I'm an idiot, I cant believe I wrote my fucking birthday of all things. Fucking 10 intelligence.' Thought Jeff as he didn't give a reply to 'Nadine'.

"Here we are, Just knock 4 times and slip this card on the door." Instructed the red head as she gave Jeff a black and gold card. "You know what if you squint really hard I can sort of see the Dragon Bye"

Jeff let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the red-head turn on the hallway. He did exactly what Nadine told him to do and just like the fighters entrance a slit opened in front of the door. Jeff slid the card in and after a few moments the door opened as a guard in a black suit went out of the room and motioned for me to come in. I stepped inside what looked like a room in the suite of a 5 star hotel, the colors on the room was a bit dark but gave it a really executive feel. A large windowed opening can be seen overlooking the fights with four expensive looking chairs that can rotate around in front of it.

Seated was Mr. Anton and beside him another man that Jeff haven't met before. He was a dark skinned man wearing a black turtle neck sweater under a long black trench coat. He he had a very intimidating face which was more highlighted by a black eye patch he wore on his,as Jeff guessed missing left eye. Another thing that was intimidating about the man was what was on top hovering above his head.

Lvl: ?
The Director
Nicholas Joseph Fury

'Shit' thought Jeff. This was the first time a level was hidden from him. His friend warned him about this but thought that It would be very unlikely. He was told that in some games the level would be hidden to the player if there was a huge gap between them. Jeff was very nervous indeed, although he was calming down because of Gamers mind. He knew that this person was dangerous. He didn't need to do anything he let his skill take its effect and look at the other person in the room. He has seen Mr. Anton before in a video call. He didn't see his level back then but now up close he didn't know what to think.

Lvl 37
"Anton"
Felix Blake

Jeff wondered why the Russian leader of an illegal fight club had an American sounding name. Once he was close enough 'Mr. Anton and his companion turned their chair and greeted him.

"Ahh my new favorite has arrived come sit with us the hawk will be fighting soon." Said Anton in his usual heavy Russian accent, as he motioned for Jeff to sit at one of the chair onlooking the fights.

Hearing him and knowing his name made Jeff cringe a little inside at hearing the quite over the top Russian accent. He gave him a smile and a nod and sat in of the chairs facing the fight.

"I've heard that you might be interested to fight the new juggernaut. Well truthfully I am excited of the thought, however my dear friend Nick is doubtful our very own 18 year old prodigy can take on the hawk. And because I trust my friends expertise I want you to watch his next fight and decide if you would like to fight him or not." Said Anton as he glanced at Jeff giving him the reason why he called for him.

Jeff was berating himself once again at his idiotic act of accidentally writing down his birthday. On the other hand he kinda liked the sound of being regarded as a prodigy.

"So you're not gonna ask me to fight him right off the bat? Your letting me decide?" Jeff actually thought that they were gonna pressure him to fight if they felt like he was gonna back down. It was the first time in ages that another person went to 90k in 5 days. Hell his 45k ranking was a 4 month journey but was still considered fast.

Anton gave him a laugh. "Of course not we would not ask anyone to do what they don't want to do. We are not like others." Anton then started a conversation with the other occupant of the room

Jeff looked thoughtful as he looked the readying fighters on the main caged arena. 'Well that's surprisingly caring for a criminal organization'. He then noticed the two suddenly being quiet and staring at him. 'Shit did I say that out loud?' though Jeff. 'I swear to God this fucking low intelligence stat is gonna be the death of me'.

Anton then laughed breaking the awkward silence in the room. "What did I tell you Nicholas the kid has big yáytsa!"

If he could sweat Jeff would have been swimming on it by now. But nonetheless his outside appearance was still calm as he gave the two men a smile. He then looked at the incoming fight. And looked at the opponent that he might fighting soon. The so called Hawk was gonna fight a large bulky man. From what Jeff heard from the announcer was a 55,000 rank, even higher than him.

Lvl: 41
The Beast
Gustavo

The man was easily six foot five inches in height and had muscles that looked like watermelons. Jeff cringed he would have broken something to that man if they fought even with his hidden advantage. He then looked at the one called "Hawk".

Lvl:59
Hawkeye
Clinton Francis Barton

'Dammit' Thought Daniel. 'Where are all these high level people coming from?'. He stared at his target and muttered lowly. 'inspect'

Inspect was one of the skills that he just suddenly learned when he was just starting to get familiar with his new found ability. He got it by constantly staring at the different objects and people until this particular skill manifested. And as it grew in level showed more and more information about everything he used it on. It was currently on level 8.

Lvl:59
Title:Hawkeye
Class: Specialist
Job: Shield Agent Clearance Level: 7
Clinton Francis Barton
Age:37
Race: Human
HP: 1050
Mp: 680 locked

Str: 53+20
Vit: 61+22
Dex: 87+43
Int: 41+5
Wis: 36+17
Luk: 63+7

Status: Martial Arts Master (Damage +25% when using martial arts), Circus Veteran (+50% dex ), ?,?,?

Personal Bio: locked

Emotions: Annoyed

'What the hell is a Shield Agent?' thought Jeff as the match started. Clearly this was a very strong individual. He wondered how many levels he would gain if he somehow won against this Clinton fellow. He leaned back and watched in earnest as the two fighters charged at each other.

"Well, will you fight?" Asked Anton as he leaned forward on his chair looking at Jeff as he slowly took in the results of the fight.

The fight lasted for 7 minutes. It was completely and utterly one side. The six foot five giant of a man was man handled by his five foot ten opponent. It was like watching a serious Bruce Lee fight against a guy who had one leg and his eyes blind folded. It was all about the speed. Clinton darted in an out using his quickness to disorient his enemy while doing quick jabs and low leg kicks that accumulated over time.

Jeff took a deep breath as he leaned on his chair with his eyes closed. He pondered his chances against this new opponent? He knew that even with the stat difference he had something that can somehow even the odds in his favor, it might even give him an advantage. He was just wary of the hidden status that can either be a negative or positive buff that his opponent has.

Sure in normal circumstances that guy would decimate him. But in the cage he had something that nobody had.

He thought of what his friend would say in this situation. It would probably go something like. "Dude, just do what you've always done. Go with your instincts.". Well his instincts was telling him that he got nothing to lose. Even if he did lose, he can always go back losing half of his rank meant 22,000 grand less money. But he can just do it again. He opened his eyes and stood up suprising Anton.

"I'll go ready up." said Jeff as he went at the door. Towards one of the greatest fights in his life.

Once Jeff was out of the door Anton turned his chair towards the other person in the room.

"So, what did you think sir?" Asked Anton to his one eyed companion.

"Lose that goddamn accent Agent Blake, the kids gone." answered Nick fury as he stood up with his hands at his back while looking out from the huge display window.

"Ohh Sorry sir, So what you think about the kid?" Asked Felix.

"I don't get the impression that he is something special. Natasha?" asked Nick without glancing at the new addition to the room.

"He's clearly amateur, with no training whatsoever. He is unusually calm and doesn't show much emotion, but if you look really closely it surfaces for just a fraction of a second. Certainly odd but not something unheard off. I don't see why me and Clint is needed to be here to assess the kid." answered Natasha as she was casually leaning on the wall opposite the two men.

Felix Blake was a veteran shield agent he liked to think he was one of the best. But he didn't even notice the fabled Natasha Romanoff enter the room."Thats the thing, sir. I've asked everyone here the same question. He's nothing special when you look at him, but his record is... lets say unique." He swiped his hand towards the display window and a holographic display of Jeff's stat hovered in front of the other two.

Nick Fury narrowed his only working eye as he read what was on the display. "So his record is 186-5, so what? That is certainly not heard off."

"Sir he did that in 4 months..."

"What?" Nick suddenly asked as he shifted his hand at the holo-display scrolling on the various data that they have for Jeff.

Natasha on the other hand raised an eye brow at that. The kid would have had to fight multiple times a day to do that in 4 months time.

"So he fights multiple times a day. How is he doing this? Have you observed any rapid healing ability of some sort?" asked Fury as he continuously scrolled through the information about the teen.

Natasha knew where Nick was going with this question. The super soldier serum did induce rapid healing and growth on its subjects. If a variety of that was out in the open it could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Well if its now in SHIELD hands that is.

"Sir, we have also wondered about that possibility. His blood is absolutely normal. No hint of any alteration whatsoever. The mutant detectors didn't even light up near the kid. He is something else. The first time he went here he lost 5 straight times and got beat up really badly. After five days he comes back with no sign of any injury and wins 10 straight matches. Sometimes he goes back everyday if his injuries are not too severe. But if they are he skips a minimum of five days, comes back stronger and not a scratch on him. We tried having someone follow him but for some reason he knows when he is being followed. He always seem to receive a message on his phone when someone is following him." explained Blake.

"So hes a normal kid who might be in league with people that has the technology to heal someone really fast. Do we have any info on where he receives the messages?" The one-eyed Director asked.

"No sir, Whoever it is either really powerful or a very very good hacker." said Blake

"So have you tried surveying him purely by analog methods?" Asked Natasha.

"We did,who ever is watching over this kid has control of majority of the cameras on the city. We did find a spot where we got a video of him in a junkyard 3 days ago. And I assure you sire the kid is not normal." said Blake. He showed them the video of Jeff doing one handed pull ups with weights tied to his body. What surprised Nick and Natasha was the fact that Felix showed it to them using a different player. "We didn't upload this to the server, because all of the videos we upload with him gets purged."

"A lot of our young agents are used to that sort of training Blake..." said Natasha.

"Well none of our Agents can do that 3 days straight without stopping to eat or sleep can they?" countered Blake.

"Interesting..." muttered Nick as he dismissed the holo-display as Clint and the Kid were ready to fight.

"Don't upload anything about the kid anymore. Don't add him to the index. Lets see him grow on his own." Said Nick

"And what if he causes trouble sir? Will we just forget about the Kid?" Asked Blake.

"Don't worry Agent Blake the Kid won't be forgotten." said Natasha as she walked out the door.

"But.." muttered Blake.

"You have your orders Blake. Seize everything we have going on the kid." Ordered Fury.

"I understand Sir." Blake then left the room as well.

Nick Fury narrowed his only good eye the this new Enigma.

"I'll be watching."

Meanwhile somewhere in Los Angeles.

A small beep sounded in one of the computer is the room. Various Data about one Jeffry Drake populated the screen. The operator smirked once the information was read.

"Aborted huh? Guess they got tired of me oh well."

Jeff slowly walked towards the cage where he will be fighting his toughest opponent yet. The cheering was almost deafening. He slowly walked the steps, eyes forward looking at his opponent in front of him. His opponent was clearly stronger than him in any way...

But Jeff knew he can win. The moment his feet landed on the cage floor a small window alerted him of something.

Caged arena entered would you like to activate "King of the Iron cage"

"Why yes, yes I do."

To be continued...

Notes:

King of the Iron cage Max level Active: You are the king, and everyone entering must play by your rules. If they don't you have to make them with your strength. All physical stats X5 and -95% Exp obtained while on a caged arena. No passive bonus.

So do you guys think this has potential?

Can anyone guess who his friend is?