When I woke up after being struck by a bus, all I saw was white and emptiness. It seemed like I was floating in mid-air, but at the same time, I was standing firmly on the ground. Despite my raging headache, I stumbled around a bit to find out just where the hell I was. It sure didn't look like a hospital room, so I assumed that I was either in heaven, hell, or a waiting room before I was judged by God.

That's when the panic set in.

Usually, I'm not a person to panic or lose my cool, but being stuck in a weird place with nothing for miles on end changed that. I walked around nervously to find an exit, only to discover that I was unable to track my progress because of the white emptiness around me. After a few minutes (or was it hours?), I sat on the ground quietly and waited for something to appear and explain to me what the hell was going on.

While I waited, my thoughts wandered back to the final moments of my life. I was going about my day as normal at my university when I saw a girl about to be struck by a bus. She was on her phone and had her headphones plugged in without a care for the world. Right as she was about to be struck by the incoming bus, I tackled her and pushed her out of the way. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to dodge the bus myself and was struck by the vehicle in her place.

Why would I risk my life for some random stranger? Well, for one thing, I did want to save her simply because I could. I didn't want to save her because I wanted fame or glory (though, the free tuition money from getting hit by a bus did seem a bit appealing). I just jumped to save her because her life was at risk, and to me, that was worth it. During my entire life, I just wanted to help people in any way possible. Going out of my way to save a life at the risk of my own? That was something I would do in a heartbeat, and I did.

Maybe it was because I considered myself an extreme underachiever and saw anyone else's life as more important than mine. But hey, at least I did something useful by saving someone's life.

"And are you proud of what you have accomplished?"

"Yep! No doubt about it at all."

I thought I was turning insane and speaking to a voice in my head, but then I realized that the question was asked by someone else. I quickly turned to the source of the voice and discovered an elderly man in white robes standing behind me. I stared at him for a few seconds and blinked, "Wait, you weren't there before."

The elderly man chuckled, "I was always here. I was just invisible to your eyes."

"So... are you God?"

He looked amused as he ignored my question, "To think, that in a different world, you would have been a superhero. But instead, you were born on Earth Negative, the only Earth without any mutants, aliens, or anything really."

I raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry Earth Negative? Superheroes? Mutants?"

"Right! I apologize, my mind tends to wander. I do have trillions of thoughts going through my mind at all times," The elderly "man" replied, "Now then, Darren Sunwoo Park. You are correct, I am "God." My full title is "The God of All Universes."

"Then am I being judged right now?"

God waved his hand dismissively, "No, no. I understand that you were a Christian during your life on Earth Negative, but I am not the Christian God. I am an entirely different being."

Backing up nervously, I remained on guard as I stared at the deity. If he's a different God, then am I going to be struck down by him for worshipping a God that isn't him?

"No need to fear, I have no intentions to send you to "Hell" or strike you down. And yes, I can read your mind."

"That's fantastic," I grumbled, feeling a bit more relaxed than before.

"The real reason why I am speaking with you is simple," God held out his palm and an orb appeared out of nowhere. The orb floated a few inches above his hand and played a few different recordings that I somewhat recognized. The recordings were playing scenes from the Marvel movies, but with a few differences. It seemed as though there were far more superhumans running around in the world he was showing me, "Earth 200000, a very unique Earth, with a few key differences than the world your Earth calls, "The Marvel Cinematic Universe."

I held up my hand in confusion, "Wait! Can you explain to me what these different "Earths" are and how it all relates to me?"

The deity looked at me with pity and sighed, "I forget that your world is more "primitive" than the other ones. But to put it simply, the multiverse theory is real, and your Earth is the "Creator" Earth. While heroes and supervillains do not exist in your world, your world "creates" other realities that do and allows them to exist."

"Are you saying that every comic book, movie, and stuff like that were made on my Earth created new universes?"

"Yes. Which is why your world is called "Earth Negative," or a world without superheroes and mutants. Yet, your world is the "brainchild" of all the other universes. Even now, your Earth is creating more and more alternate realities, though Negative Earth can not be reached by any alternate Earths it has created as that would forever destroy the balance of the universe."

"I am so lost," I moaned.

God let out a booming laugh, "You will understand one day. I believe it is now time for me to explain the reason why I have summoned you, even after your death on Earth Negative. You see, I have a mission for you. You will be "assigned" to Earth 200000 in order to save it, with or without your permission. Like I mentioned before, Earth 200000 is similar to Earth 199999, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe as your world calls it. But it has many more dangerous threats than Earth 199999. In fact, I have come to realize that the heroes of that world are not prepared for the storm that is about to descend upon them. As of right now, Earth 200000 will be destroyed within ten years' time."

"Wait, why me? I don't have any superpowers or anything, so I don't think I can be much of help. And since you mentioned that there are big differences between Earth 199999 and Earth 200000."

"Ah, but who said that you won't have powers?" God smiled mischievously.

I opened my mouth and closed it shut instantly as God continued to speak, "I won't reveal all the information about Earth 200000, because that is something that you will need to discover on your own. However, I will generously provide you with powers that will make you one of the most powerful beings on Earth 200000. And in turn, you will use those powers to help the heroes on that Earth to save it from destruction."

"How do you know I won't abuse my powers and use them for evil?"

"Because I know who you are, child. There's a reason why I have picked you. I picked you because you have all the right qualities of a hero: brave, caring, empathetic, and willing to do what's right. After all, you died because you saved a total stranger from being struck by a bus."

I silenced myself after his reply, as I didn't want to test an actual deity's patience.

"I already know what powers I will bestow upon you in my mind. You will need to practice to use them, but you should recognize who the powers belong to once you settle in. As I said before, your task is simple: save Earth 200000 and use your powers for good. Oh, and try not to reveal that you are from Earth Negative, otherwise, I will be extremely unhappy. "

He snapped and my vision instantly went dark.

I nearly swore as I regained consciousness. Right before God "snapped" me away from his plane of existence, my raging headache finally cleared up. But now? My headache was back and it was worse than before. When I tried to stand up I discovered three things right away.

The first thing I discovered was that I was in the living room of a large house.

The second thing I discovered was that my body felt uncomfortable as if it didn't belong to me.

The third thing I discovered was that a gun was pointed at my head.

"Who the hell are you?"

I turned out to see a man with an uncanny resemblance to Samuel L. Jackson pointing a pistol directly at my head.

"Stark, is this one of your employees?"

"No, I've never seen him in my life."

I didn't turn my head as my eyes were focused on the gun in front of me, but I recognized that voice anywhere: the voice of Robert Downey Jr. Either I was really transported to "Earth 200000," or I was thrown into the movie set of Ironman. I didn't know which one was more unbelievable, but I was pretty sure the former was what really happened due to my talk with God.

Despite my rather calming thinking at this time, my hands were visibly shaking and nervous drops of sweat trickled down my face.

Jackson, aka Nick Fury, pressed the gun towards my forehead and frowned, "Listen kid, you better explain yourself fast or this will get ugly. Now talk. Who are you, what was that bright light, and how the hell did you get in here?"

Just then, a bright light materialized again and Fury discharged his weapon in panic. I closed my eyes as I expected the bullet to kill me instantly, but instead, I felt the bullet bounce off the back of my head. When I opened my eyes to see what happened, I saw the bullet on the ground, completely smashed.

When the light disappeared completely, I saw that Fury was looking at me with a mixture of horror and surprise on his face. Meanwhile Stark was no longer in the room, which made me presume that he ran out during the light show. The man with the eyepatch spotted something glowing on the ground and proceeded to pick it up, with his gun pointed at me the entire time.

The glowing object was a white envelope with a golden seal on it. Cautiously, Fury opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. As he read the content of the paper, his lone eye grew wider and wider, "Shit."

"Er, if you don't mind, I can explain who I am," I said warily, carefully eyeing Fury's gun.

"I think this," Fury placed the paper in front of me for me to read, "Explains" almost everything. But feel free to make me even more confused."

The piece of paper was a letter from God, apparently informing the reader that I was from a different universe and I was sent to this universe to help them deal with future threats and problems. It also explained that I needed an official identity for this world, as it was now my "permanent" home, and that I was to train my powers constantly to get used to them. Strangely, the letter appealed to Tony Stark directly. As for my powers themselves, the letter only mentioned that I had some of the powers of "one of the greatest heroes of all time."

"So, did this letter explain everything, or do you have anything weirder to tell me?"

I gulped, "I think that's pretty much everything."

"Everything you know, or everything that you want to tell me?"

"The latter."

Fury looked at me with suspicion in his lone eye, "I don't know what kind of trick you're trying to pull, but for now, I'm placing you under arrest and interrogating you to see what's really going on."

I let out a sigh of relief as Fury lowered his gun and slapped cuffs on me. I don't know how I managed to survive his gunshot, but maybe I was under divine protection or something for some time. After all, it would be a bit pointless if I was killed two minutes after I arrived on this Earth.

Suddenly, an iron suit entered the room and pointed all its repulsors at me, "Oh, you already have him under control?"

"He didn't put up a fight," Fury touched his right ear, "I need a few agents to escort a potential meta-human at Stark's Mansion, immediately."

"Meta-human?" Stark asked.

The Director of Shield let out a nasty grin, "You still have much to learn, Stark. Now might be a good time to learn, especially since that letter mentioned your name."

Iron Man looked lowered his repulsors and took the letter from Fury's hands. Even though I couldn't see Stark's face, I knew he was surprised at what he was reading, "This kid is from a different universe?"

"Apparently, which is why we're going to interrogate him for more information. I suggest you come along. You and I both might learn a few new interesting things today."

As I was taken away from Stark's Mansion and dragged into an armored truck, my head was spinning from both my headache and my thoughts. While I was a fan of the Marvel movies in general, I was unable to recall if the term "meta-human" was a thing in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But it wasn't too surprising since God warned me that this world was not exactly the same as Earth 199999. I guessed that I arrived just moments after the end of the first Ironman movie, as that was the first time Fury visited Stark and it seemed like the two barely knew each other. Everything was confusing as hell and I tugged at the handcuffs in frustration. To my surprise, the handcuffs showed incredible amounts of strain as I pulled them apart. When I added a bit more strength to my arms, the chain on the handcuffs broke cleanly, but my wrists were perfectly fine.

When God said "one of the greatest heroes of all time," he didn't mean...

I wanted to test out the ideas in my head, but I restrained myself for now. I didn't want to try and escape, because I knew absolutely no one in this world. Of I attempted to escape, then I would be branded as a criminal and hunted down by SHIELD The last thing I wanted was SHIELD on my ass while I was alone in this world. So despite my broken handcuffs, I sat still and pondered about what my abilities were.

The truck stopped after driving for some time and when the doors to the back opened, I was escorted out by four SHIELD agents. It took them a few moments to realize that I was unrestrained, but they didn't even blink an eye as they slapped on another handcuff around my wrists. As a precaution, they had two rifles trained on my back as they escorted me into a large compound with numerous buildings.

Before I entered one of the buildings, one of the agents blindfolded me and the two agents behind me guided me with the barrels of their guns. I was a bit disappointed when I realized that I didn't have x-ray vision, but followed the directions of my guides quietly. After several minutes, I assumed I arrived at my destination because I was brought to a halt and strapped tightly to a chair. When the agents were confident that I was completely immobile and harmless, they removed my blindfold.

I blinked my eyes and looked around to see that I was in a dull interrogation room. Fury and Stark, who was still in his Iron Man suit, sat across a table and looked at me intensely. We stared at each other for a few moments before Fury spoke, "So, let's begin. Who the hell are you?"

"Darren Sunwoo Park. I'm twenty-one years old, a fourth-year in college..."

Fury snorted, "We've just started and you're already lying about your age? You don't look a day over fourteen, son. I'll give you one more chance to explain yourself. Otherwise, you might spend a long time in a cell. And I've heard that you have some sort of ability to break handcuffs, so that cell will be very secure."

I glanced at the one-way mirror that was to my right and I gasped when I saw my face. Fury was right, I looked like a pre-teen and I was shorter. But for some reason, my body was extremely ripped compared to before. I shook my head to focus and turned back to the two men in front of me, "I don't know how, but I swear I was twenty-one... in the other world to say the least."

"So you're claiming that you're really from another world and sent by "God" to "help" us?"

"Yes!" I answered frantically.

"Prove it," The man crossed his arms unconvinced.

How the hell was I supposed to prove that I was from another universe?

In my mind, I pleaded for some sort of answer from God. But God remained silent.

"Judging by your silence, you're either a liar or mentally ill. I'm going to go with both," Fury growled.

A bright light shined in the room once again and "God" appeared, "Really now, you couldn't make it past the first hour without my help?"

Fury drew his sidearm again, but looked aghast as it disappeared once God snapped his fingers, "Oh please, don't point that thing at me."

"Are you the sender of this letter?" Stark asked as he waved the paper in front of him, "Are you really "God?"

"Yes, yes. I am God. Now listen here. I have sent this young man to your world so that he could help protect your world from all the dangers that lie ahead, but instead of welcoming him with open arms, you're interrogating him!"

"Well, your letter was hardly convincing. And how are we supposed to know that you aren't some illusion?" Fury retorted.

God looked furious and snapped his fingers a few times. Each time he snapped his fingers, we were teleported to different places on Earth; we were sent everywhere from the Himalayas to the Arctic. He also materialized several different animals out of thin air into the interrogation room and finally stopped using his powers once Stark and Fury looked rattled, "Now do you believe me? Or do you want me to do something even more convincing?"

"I think that's enough to convince me," The Samuel Jackson look-alike replied, his voice a bit quieter than before, "But are there really alternate universes?"

"Yes! And he's from a different Earth, called "Earth Negative." But you are to never ask him about that world, or force him to talk about his true background unless he allows it."

Fury scowled deeply as he glared at God, "Why do we need someone from another world to help us with our world's problems? Wouldn't it be simpler to inform us of the dangers that lie ahead, so that we can prepare for it ourselves?"

The deity frowned and jerked his thumb towards me, "Because there is no one in your world that can defeat the future threats. Only he can."

The two men stared at me as I shrugged.

"Now then, I will excuse myself as I have more important matters to attend to. So, Nicholas Joseph Fury? Play nice. You too, Anthony Edward Stark."

After God disappeared, Fury continued the interrogation, albeit with a bit more cautiousness than before, "He mentioned that you were the only one that will be able to stop the incoming threats to our world. What powers do you have to make him say that?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

The director slammed the desk in front of him and glared, "You don't know?"

"I was an ordinary human before I came to this world, but I was apparently granted superhuman powers by God."

Fury shook his head, "So let me get this straight. This "God" dumped you into our world, without telling you what your "special abilities" are, and now we're supposed to trust and support you so that you can magically save our world one day?"

"Yes?"

"Unbelievable."

Stark, who was strangely quiet the entire time, looked at me like I was one of his Iron Man suits and rubbed his chin, "He's telling the truth."

"And how do you know?"

"Because JARVIS can scan and detect for any increase in heartbeats and odd movements to determine if a person is lying. Not saying I trust the kid, but he hasn't lied this entire time."

If Fury had heat vision, then he would have melted me on the spot, "I still don't have a good feeling about this."

"Then let me prove myself!" I blurted out desperately, "I'm not here to harm anyone or abuse my powers, whatever they may be. I wasn't sent here because I wanted to, but since I'm already here, please let me help."

The SHIELD director motioned for Tony to follow him and the two of them walked out the single entrance to the interrogation room. While I waited, I discreetly attempted to listen in on their conversation.

Then I heard them.

"Are you sure about this?" That was Fury's voice.

"Look, I'm still not convinced about his real identity, but he seems like a good kid. And if what we've been told is true, then the kid is far from home." And that was Stark's voice.

I leaned forward to hear their conversation better and discovered that I could hear them clear as day.

One of them sighed audibly, "Stark, I don't know if you noticed, but this kid might be dangerous. I fired a bullet at him by accident..."

"You shot him?"

"Accidentally. A bright ray of light appeared out of nowhere and I thought he was attacking me. But that's not the point! The point is, the bullet bounced off the kid. Not only that, he broke a pair of handcuffs, a very durable version used by SHIELD, and he didn't have a scratch on him!"

"He didn't try to escape even after breaking the handcuffs and came with us willingly. Doesn't that count for something?"

A moment of silence passed between the two before Fury spoke again, "Fine, I'll give him a chance. Both you and I will keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't wander off to cause damage or kill civilians. But if he steps out of line, it's going to be on you Stark."

The pair entered the room again and sat down in their respective chairs. Fury folded his hands in front of him and looked at me, "After discussing with, Stark, I have decided that you will be placed under his care for the time being."

Stark looked a bit disgruntled but settled down quickly.

"I don't know what you can do, but if you're willing to help fight the threats that "God" mentioned earlier, then I'm willing to give you a chance."

"I'm willing to help out in any way I can," I immediately replied.

Fury nodded his head slowly, "Good. Now first things first. Before I let you wander off anywhere, I want to test your abilities so I have some idea of how powerful you are. You broke those handcuffs earlier, correct?"

My head bobbed up and down as the man continued to maintain his intense stare, "Try to break out of the restraints that are on you right now."

"Will I get in trouble for this?"

A ghost of a smile appeared on the black man's face, "Not this time, no."

I focused all my strength on my arms and legs to set myself free from the steel restraints that were keeping me stuck to the chair. A few seconds passed and I suddenly felt the restraints creaking from the pressure but they refused to break, "I don't think I can do it."

On cue, Fury pulled out a folder out of nowhere and scribbled a few things into the folder, "I might need to run a few more tests later on to see the extent of your strength. Now, come clean. Do you have any other powers that you used or know of?'

I gulped and wondered if I should mention my "Super Hearing." After a few moments of thinking, I decided that I wouldn't tell him about that particular power. It was a useful espionage tool and if Fury was going to try and make me "disappear" in the future, then the ability would come in handy, "Durability, or something like that. I'm not sure if I'm durable or I received some divine blessing so that I wouldn't die immediately after I was sent to this world."

"Well, there's one way to find out," Fury pulled out his gun again but Stark stopped him.

"You can test that out after more tests," Iron Man stated calmly as he lowered the man's handgun, "Anything else kid?"

"Not that I know of, but I have a few suspicions."

The cyclops stood up and closed his folder, "Well, I know a place where I can run a few more tests on you."

"Welcome to the Human Unordinary and Metahuman Association lab."

The Human Unordinary and Metahuman AssociatioN, or "HUMAN," was a subdivision of SHIELD which carried out research on meta-humans. From the short discussion Stark and I had with Fury, meta-humans existed, but they were very rare in this world. Apparently, only five "natural" meta-humans had been identified since SHIELD's establishment, along with a few "unnatural" ones, and the division existed to "contain and learn about metahumans." I was fairly impressed at the sight of HUMAN's lab, as it was both busy and spacious. The lab took up an entire building in the SHIELD compound and there were a dozen individuals carrying out experiments when we walked in. Of course, Fury ensured that a group of agents were behind us in case I attempted to cause chaos. They were all armed with a variety of weapons, ranging from an electric staff to a futuristic-looking rifle.

"Some of our brightest minds work here to discover the secrets behind meta-humans and to make sure that we have the proper countermeasures for them," Fury glanced at me and turned back to the lab in front of him, "Since you're unsure of what powers you have, I'll run a few tests on you to see what you are capable of."

"Sure," I replied anxiously. I was nervous at the possibility of being tested on, but I was also a bit excited to learn what I was truly capable of.

I was escorted into a small room within the lab that contained a strange machine with weights, "This machine is what we call the "Weight Curls." It looks like and is like a regular bicep curl machine. Some of our own agents use this to test the limits of their strength since this machine is hardly used anymore. However, this was originally created for a metahuman, so using this, we can get a rough estimate of how strong you really are. Since you shattered those handcuffs earlier, I'm guessing that you're going to beat the high score of our strongest agent."

"What's the max weight for this thing?"

"Five thousand pounds."

I let out a low whistle as I looked at the Weight Curls approvingly.

Fury showed me how to operate the machine and booted the machine up once I was ready, "We'll start low, with two hundred pounds."

I nearly lost the grip on the handle I was holding, but managed to tense up my muscles and pull on it. Surprisingly, the weight felt light for me, "I can handle this."

"Four hundred pounds."

The weights grew heavier and I felt my shoulders and arms struggle against the weight, "I still got it."

"Eight hundred pounds."

That caught me off guard. I pulled up the weights with all my strength and managed to hold keep them suspended in the air. It seemed like Fury saw that I was straining and wanted to see how long I could hold up eight hundred pounds. I held that position for about half a minute before dropping them. When I finally released the handle that was attached to the weights, I looked at my hands incredulously. On "Earth Negative," I could barely bench press one hundred fifty pounds but on this Earth, I could lift eight hundred pounds. And I was fairly certain that I could lift weights that were slightly heavier if I needed to.

"Not bad," Fury said as he jotted down some notes into his folder, "But the tests aren't over."

The next test was simple. The director of SHIELD brought over a scalpel and attempted to cut my skin with it. I freaked out seeing the scalpel closing in on my skin, but Fury snorted in reply, "Kid, a direct gunshot to your head didn't even scratch you. Do you really think this scalpel will do anything?"

"Thank you for reminding me," I mumbled.

Fury ignored my comment and placed the sharp end of the scalpel gently on my skin. The blade proved to be ineffective, even when Fury used all his strength to cut my skin open.

"Stark, step back."

I stepped back nervously as Fury pulled out his gun again "Are you nuts? What if that last shot was a fluke and I die?"

"Then I'll say sorry, kid. Now standstill or I might miss."

A few hours into this universe, and I was getting shot (again) by one of the most paranoid men alive in this world. Go figure.

I waited silently for the man to fire his gun. It seemed like he actually cared about my life and was carefully aiming to avoid shooting my organs or arteries. But knowing Nick Fury from the movies, he probably wanted me alive to carry out a few more experiments on me.

Finally, the bullet left Fury's handgun and struck my left arm. The bullet bounced off like earlier and the deformed aftermath landed on the ground.

"Well I'll be damned," He said as he picked up the crushed bullet, "So you are bulletproof. How did that shot feel?"

"It felt like someone punched me lightly," I answered truthfully.

"Well then, Round Three."

My eyes opened widely as Fury signaled to Stark. Before I could object, Iron Man fired his repulsors and the beams of light struck my stomach head-on. The blast threw me back a few feet and knocked me onto the floor. I struggled to breathe for a few moments before I pushed myself up, "That hurt like a bitch."

Fury inspected my body thoroughly and discovered that I was perfectly fine, "Your clothes aren't on fire and your shirt isn't ripped."

I blinked and looked down at the casual wear I always wore when going to my university classes. He was right. My olive green army jacket and black jeans looked completely fine, though my white shirt was slightly singed.

"Interesting... An ability to transfer your durability factor to your clothing?" Fury looked at my clothes with a hungry eye.

I was just as curious as he was for the reasons behind my clothes' survival, but the man looked preoccupied with writing a few more things down onto his file, "You mentioned that you suspected that you had a few abilities other than those two before, correct?"

I nodded my head cautiously while Fury scanned the vicinity of the room, "What are they?"

"Frost breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, super speed, and flight."

"Are your powers based on someone in your world or one of these "other universes?"

"Yes... A guy named "Superman" in my world."

"And how is he handled in your world?" Fury inquired.

I tried to slow down my heart rate and avoid twitching as I replied to him, as I knew Stark was still keeping an eye on me, "He's a fictional character in my world, but the powers that I listed are from comic books and movies"

"I see... Does he have any weaknesses?"

I hesitated before answering, as I knew why he wanted to know that information. I decided to answer his question as vaguely as possible while maintaining my composure, "The only weakness I can recall is some unnatural green rocks that drained his powers."

If Fury suspected anything, his face gave nothing away, "For now, let's see if you have any of the other powers of this "Superman."

The tests took less than half an hour. I found out that I didn't have many of Superman's powers. I didn't have heat vision or x-ray vision. And I didn't have frost breath or the power of flight either. However, I was much faster than a normal human (Fury clocked my average running speed at one hundred miles per hour) and I was able to leap very high into the air (around a hundred feet).

"Well, those tests were certainly insightful," Fury inspected me as he read over his notes, "As much as I want to put you into a cell as a precaution, I am a man of my words. Stark, he's all yours now."

Stark and I were "escorted" out of the SHIELD compound by the group of agents that was standing behind me in the HUMAN lab. As the gates closed behind us, Stark looked at me and placed his hand on his face, "What am I going to do with you?"

It took Stark nearly a week to forge fake ID papers and make a background story for me.

"Your father's name was David Park, while your mother's name was Rachel Lee," Stark explained as he gave me a stack of papers, "They both died in a car accident when you were five years old, so you grew up in an orphanage until recently. Since David was a close friend of mine and since I felt very generous, I decided to adopt you."

"So do I have to change my name, or?"

The billionaire violently shook his head, "No. You're not a Stark, and never will be. You might be my "son," but your name will remain Darren Park. For now, go to your room and review the papers. I want you to memorize them within three days."

I picked up the papers and walked to my room without any objections. Despite my best efforts to try and build a relationship with the man, he was extremely reluctant to speak with me or approach me outside of meals and "official business." He might have vouched for my sakes in front of Fury, but he wasn't going to try and get all friendly with me right off the bat. I wasn't surprised by his attitude, but it did make me feel extremely lonely.

I entered the large suite that was set aside for me within Stark Mansion. The room was huge, bigger than my old house's living room, and contained all the essentials: a desk with a powerful PC personally built by Stark, a large king-sized bed, exercise equipment, bookshelves filled with interesting books, and a closet filled with clothes that Stark purchased for me. While Stark saw me as a stranger, he was extremely generous and provided for all of my needs.

After I closed the door to my room, I sank into the bed and flipped through my new reading material. The first few pages contained all the necessary identification papers to prove that I was from this world. Copies of my new passport, my Society Security Card, my birth certificate, and other important government documents were present for me to verify. All my personal information was identical to the information I used on Earth Negative, with the exception of my birth year which was listed as 1996. The next few pages contained information about my "parents." My father was a computer programmer who worked for Stark Industries, while my mother was a high school math teacher. They were both thirty years old when they died. I was born in LA, like Earth Negative, but I moved to New York at the age of three after my father started working for Stark Industries. I stayed at an orphanage in upstate New York after my parents' deaths and was adopted by Stark a week ago.

I finished reading the two dozen pages provided for me within two minutes. This was due to an ability I discovered after I returned from SHIELD HQ. I was flipping through a book during my first day at the mansion when I realized that I was able to read things rapidly and memorize every little detail of anything I read. It was a useful ability and was an ability I used quite frequently due to my continued boredom.

Stark was reluctant to allow me access to any parts of the mansion outside of the dining room and my own room. As such, I usually spent most of my time training with the training equipment I was provided with, surfing the web for any useful information about this world, and reading books on science and engineering.

Working out on the bench press felt like a chore, especially since I was able to benchpress nearly four hundred pounds continuously. As for the treadmill, I was able to consistently run one minute miles and go faster if I needed to. Still, I worked out constantly, as I wanted to stretch my physical limits and maintain my current condition.

Surfing the web was far more interesting. I discovered interesting articles and journals about various sightings of metahumans in this world. As Fury mentioned before, metahumans existed, but they were very rare. The real names of the metahumans were covered up by the government, but the powers of some of them were known. I wondered how I was going to be labeled by SHIELD: was I a "natural" metahuman or an "unnatural" metahuman?

At the same time, I looked up more about SHIELD and the difference between Earth Negative and Earth 200000. There were many differences, but oddly enough, the two worlds were more similar than different. Only a few anomalies like metahumans, HYDRA, and SHIELD were what separated my birth world from this world.

When I wasn't working out or on the PC, I was reading one of the hundreds of books in the room. They were leftovers given to me by Tony, but I read them eagerly as I knew the technology here was more advanced than that of Earth Negative. As an electrical engineering major myself, I was all too happy to read about the information that was considered "common" in this world but completely unknown in my homeworld. My new abilities helped tremendously in this regard. Everything from fusion energy to advanced AI excited me to no ends.

I assumed that today was going to be like the last several days and was doodling the logo for Superman on a sketchpad when someone knocked on my bedroom door. As I opened the door, I felt both nervous and hopeful. Was I going to be allowed to leave my room and explore the mansion freely? Or maybe Stark felt guilty for keeping me isolated and decided to come to speak with me personally?

Instead of Stark standing at the doorway, it was his assistant Pepper Potts. She was unaware of my real background and only knew about the fack cover story that Stark provided me with. As I opened the door, the woman gave me a curt nod, "Tony wants me to escort you to the garage. He says he has something interesting for you to work on."

"The garage?"

Potts nodded and motioned for me to follow her. She didn't look annoyed at having to deal with me, but the red-haired woman sent me curious glances every so often. The glances stopped when we walked down the stairs and arrived at the garage, which was also Tony's lab.

The lab was similar to the lab I saw in Ironman. There were numerous expensive cars strewn across the garage. The garage's floor was littered with various parts and machines everywhere, though the owner of the lab didn't seem to mind. Stark was working on a new Iron Man suit which I assumed was the Mark IV. It looked weaker and lighter than the Mark III but was portable as evident by the unique suitcase that was next to Stark's feet. The CEO of Stark Industries noticed my arrival and gestured for Potts to leave, which she did without hesitation. After she left, Stark pressed a button on his computer and four different machines emerged from the floor. I recognized one of the machines immediately; it looked exactly like the weight lifting machine in the HUMAN lab back at the SHIELD compound. The other three looked like advanced pieces of gym equipment. I saw a leg press, a treadmill, and a pitching machine.

I watched silently as Stark sip a cup of vegetable juice. He caught my gaze and coughed awkwardly while turning away from me, "So uh... sports."

"Sports?"

"You like sports?"

"I'm a huge baseball fan."

The billionaire nodded his head and looked at his computer screen instead of answering. A deafening silence hung in the air for several seconds before Stark cleared his throat loudly, "These machines, they're for you."

"Can I test them out?"

"Go right ahead," Stark stated as he lightly pushed me forward.

I walked up to the weight lifting machine (which was marked as the SB 1) and dialed the settings to three hundred pounds. I slowly lifted the handle that was attached to the machine and completed a set of bicep curls, "Did you get this from SHIELD?"

"No," Stark immediately answered. He scratched his neck and sighed, "Yes, but I modified it a bit. So technically, it's a different machine. Try the other ones."

The treadmill was self-explanatory, though it was much better than the one I had in my room. It was upgraded to allow the person using it to run up to three hundred miles an hour (how that was possible, I didn't know). As for the leg press, it had a dual function as I was able to push the machine with either my hands or my legs. Compared to the other three contraptions, the pitching machine stood out noticeably.

"What's the pitching machine for?"

"Stand in front of the net and I'll show you."

I followed his instructions reluctantly and stood in front of the net that was near the pitching machine, "Can I get a bat for this? Or are you afraid I'll break one of your cars?"

The older man snorted, "I wanted to clear the garage anyways. You would be doing me a favor by breaking a few of them. The SB 4 isn't an ordinary pitching machine, it's a machine that I built to increase your durability and endurance."

As Stark activated the machine, my mind screamed for me to duck as an iron ball the size of a golf ball flung itself towards me. I narrowly dodged the projectile, but another iron ball hit me straight in the head. My head ached from the hit and I was pissed.

"What the hell was that for?"

"It's not my fault that you ducked and got hit in the head," Stark replied as he turned off the machine, "You're almost invulnerable, kid. Your body is able to deflect bullets and blades. These iron balls won't hurt you at all, it'll just bruise you."

I touched the place where my head was hit gently, "You could have warned me beforehand."

"Well, where's the fun in that?"

Seriously, if Stark wasn't my "guardian," I would've been tempted to strangle him.

"Also, what does the "SB" stand for?"

Stark pointed at the "SB" logo on the pitching machine, "Oh you mean this? It stands for "Super Boy." You mentioned this guy named "Super Man" on your Earth, so I thought the name "Super Boy" was fitting."

"Wait, so are you saying I'm "Superboy?"

The CEO of Stark Industries rolled his eyes, "Well, you're not a man."

Despite the anger I felt towards the man, I was amused by his replies. His biting remarks were familiar and he acted much friendlier than before.

I picked myself up and laughed, "It's good to talk to you like this, Mr. Stark."

"Well, I am a busy man," Stark tapped on his keyboard for a few moments before looking back up at me, "Look. If you're angry about me grounding you to your room for the last week, I'm not going to apologize. But, since you've been behaving nicely for the past week and haven't searched up anything weird on the internet, I'll let you work out in the garage freely starting tomorrow."

"Wait, you've been searching up my internet history?"

"Did you really think I would allow you to use a PC I built myself without any restrictions?"

"No."

"Good, now go to your room. We'll talk more tomorrow."

On that note, I was excused from the garage and sent back to my room. Stark still mistrusted me, but he was giving me a chance to improve my relationship with him. I was confident that I could get closer to him and help him avoid any problems in the future. The man was prickly, but he had a good heart.

And I knew I had no time to waste. I needed to improve my abilities and get on Stark's/Fury's good sides, for the sake of myself and for the sake of this world.

AN: Just a rush of inspiration.

So what powers does the MC have? He'll have the Superboy powers (Young Justice) template to start with (heavily nerfed initially). As of now, he has:

1) Strength (up to half a ton as of now).

2) Speed (around one hundred miles an hour).

3) Super leap (one hundred feet).

4) Increased intelligence (this was isn't one of Superboy's original powers, but it was a power I added to the current MC).

5) Super hearing.

6) Durability (not completely invulnerable, but extremely durable).

He will gain more powers as time goes on, but he'll need to adjust and grow first.

As for the plot changes, that will be revealed in future updates. Earth 200000 will be noticeably different than Earth 199999 but also similar in many ways.

Thanos will still be a major plot villain (along with Loki and the canon villains), though there will be a few new, original ones throughout the storyline.

Edit: The reason why I use a cliche for the OC's appearance in the MCU is simple: "God" will become an important figure later on. In fact, he'll become one of the most crucial figures in the entire story. So I apologize for being cliche, but you'll discover the reasoning behind this later on.