Sorry guys, I just wanted to start over with the whole thing because I accidentally replaced a revised version of chapter 2 in chapter 1 and since I had erased the old version of the first chapter, well... So yeah, this is going to be a written version of the first chapter. Not much has changed, maybe a few things to make it tweaked up a little. I do hope you guys don't mind that, and I'm really sorry about the whole confusion.

Those of you just starting to read this, ignore what's written above this paragraph and move on your merry way to reading this story. So, for those of you wondering, this is somewhat of a Self-Insert OC story because these things are few and far in between when it comes to the MCU. Nothing new about an OC to play a story in the movies, but it's a whole different game when the OC is someone from our world, yeah? To be honest, the Self-Insert MCU stories I've come across aren't so great because they usually have the protagonist freak the canon characters out with their batshit weirdness and blabbering mouths. I want to take the time for you, the reader, to follow a somewhat slow pace of my protagonist.

Hopefully this story will make a good entrance in getting people inspired to make good Self-Insert fics in the MCU. Remember to review after the story, thanks!

Disclaimer: MCU belongs to Disney and Marvel Studios/Comics, I only claim ownership over my Original Character(s) and a little bit of the plot!

Warning: Language, Violence, Adult Content, possible Triggers (there will be heads-up for these things), and whatever comes to mind.

It was just another normal night.

I was prepared for the annual SDCC, my ticket bought, my money saved (and prepared to be wasted by whatever knick-knacks I would buy), and my costume ready to be worn. It was like a life-long fulfillment awaiting to be accomplished, the bucket list that crossed out everything I wanted to do before I died.

I couldn't sleep... which wasn't so surprising.

Behind my closed eyelids was brightness, fast-paced motion, and muted noise of how the event would go; there would be people dressed up as their favorite characters from television to comic books to video games, there would be high-profiled celebrities taking pictures and doing Q&A with fans, and there would multiple products from forged weapons to figurine collections.

It was the one of the few places on earth where geeks and nerds got together for this huge costume party bonanza.

Upcoming games, movies, television, cartoons to await impatiently on the flat screen of my room, things to purchase to hang on my walls or stands, and shelves to fill with comics (both eastern and western), and just more, more, more!

Sleep was going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be. I haven't felt this excited since that awful time I had to study my arse off until the end of school where I was finally given a high school diploma. Mum had to help me calm my scattered nerves because I was so shaken and nervous of the possibility I would fail my exams and end up another year in school, and it didn't help that my older brother was telling me stories about how I would end up being some girl flipping burgers in the back of a fast food restaurant.

The door to my room (which I had locked) slammed open to reveal my brother who was dressed only in his boxers while holding a can of Monster. The prick went so far as to flip the light on, and I hissed when my retinas burned from the brightness.

"Oy, you! C'mon!" he strode over to my bed, patting my quilt-covered body. "It's not even eight, get up! I need you to do me and the boys a favor!"

"Go away!" I ordered, wanting to be left in peace.

"Look, just go get some food for us! I'll pay ya back, now get your lazy arse up, you numpty-head."

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I had turned in earlier to hopefully get a head start and rise early in the morning, but my excitement wasn't helping in trying to put the plan in motion. I groaned, feeling his pats gets harder as I continued to lie still. He was never going to stop until I gave in, a tactic he had used since toddlerhood.

"Fine!" I shouted, having enough of his pestering. "Get off of me! And get out so I can change!"

"Finally! You're a good sport, you are!" my brother gave false cheer and paraded himself out of the room after giving an obnoxious salute.

Without a word, I closed the door and started getting dressed to head out. Pulling on some black yoga pants and bright aqua-colored crocs, I realized too late what I was doing. These were the clothes I would wear for tomorrow, the items coming close to matching with the costume I ordered from an online website.

Well, it was just for a little while, it wasn't like I was going to dirty the fabrics in any way if I went straight to some some burger joint and come back to the flat. I opened the closet where the slim sweater hung, pulling it out of its place and shrugging it onto my shoulders.

It looked not perfect, something that would give me last place in a costume competition... but to me, in that moment, it looked amazing.

"Hurry up~!"

Then the moment was shot dead.

"Shut up, I'm going!"

My brother barely batted an eyelash when he saw me walk out (as he knew he shouldn't talk about me dressing up because he was also going to dress up as some armored soldier for tomorrow), merely gave me a piece of paper of the orders he written down for himself and his mates that were almost crowding the small living room in our shared apartment. I stepped out of the apartment and proceeded towards the nearby fast food, greeting a couple of neighbors as I went down a flight of stairs.

I had no idea that that would be the last time I would give pleasant greetings to my neighbors, make an offensive hand gesture to the boys huddled up in the living room, and return an obnoxious salute to my brother.

Because even though the night was normal, no different from any other when I had made trips to get food and return home—it wasn't.

And that was how I disappeared out of existence.

(Many years later, after everyone said they couldn't find her, after police issued out a missing person report, after communities reached out to one another to find a single trace, after their family stood in front of a podium to plea at the watchful cameras for the whereabouts for their missing sister/daughter/niece/friend, after people began to lose hope, after people stopped asking, after people accepted that she was gone, after people finally learned to move on, he wondered with a faint smile if his sister had gone and gotten herself her own food rather than coming back to feed the rest.)

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ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ sρïdєя-ωσмαη

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Somewhere far away (dimensions, universes, galaxies, systems away), an underground bunker full of men and women worked like busy bees as the item in the middle of the room began to glow brighter than almost a star becoming supernova. It was beautiful, like the core of a planet fitted right in the palm of their hands, power beyond and infinite to help rebuild what was once a previously a lost cause. Years of surviving and accumulating itself from within made them stronger, wiser, keener, and much sharper than their last incarnation.

The the bright sun in the middle of their large room finally died, signaling an end to their experiment.

... an experiment that resulted in a small figure dressed in odd garbs falling from where the brightness came, along with a spilled over milkshake and a fast food meal made for one.