Life can Change: What a Marvel Part 1 (Patreon)

(AN: To drum up some excitement for Part 2 of this I’m gonna repost this one for everyone to read. I’m also working on the actual life can Change at the moment. Anyway this is 21k words or around that. Enjoy)

(AN: So this Mark is gonna be a little different than the one from the story, he'll be a full on Viltrumite, no Shazam powers, no gravity manipulation. I'm a big fan of Viltrumite abilities so it'll be nice to write it. Also this Mark will be the one from the beginning so the only person who'll miss him is his mother. It'll be a mix of MCU and Marvel Comics, also some characters may be a little OOC but that's due to them being younger than their show or movie counterparts, some things will be different like buildings existing before they were built blah blah. Also before any of you cry Mark will be nerfed a bit cause I don't think godly MCs are interesting, so at the start I'll put him at around Hulk level, but like with all Viltrumite he will get stronger)

Gotham, what a shit hole. It was by far the worst city on the earth, there was no doubt third world countries that had less crime than Gotham did. Whether it was by immolation, being pounded by a steroid addicted wrestler or being shot in the head by a sadistic clown, there was no shortage of ways to die in this city. Yet people still stayed there, most people because they trusted in their caped heroes to keep them safe, but the smart ones who knew that wasn't true, and they just had no where else to go. Mark was one such boy. Despite earning funding from the Martha and Thomas Wayne Foundation to pay for his tuition for Gotham academy —as well as a small stipend for books and supplies. Despite him graduating as class valedictorian and getting near perfects in every test he had taken. Mark Grayson found himself working in a fast food restaurant because the scholarship he was on track to earn for an Ivy League college was instead given to a legacy.

He shouldn't have been surprised, Gotham Academy was for the elites, the old bloods. The entire time he was there he was an outcast, people treated him as if he had a disease simply because he didn't have as much money as they did. He couldn't help but not feel a little bitter about it, he had worked hard, broke records with how well he had done and yet someone else got what he had earned just for who they were. The worse part was they didn't even need the scholarship, for Mark this was a chance for him to escape Gotham. Get a good job and get the hell out of there with his mother.

Now he was stuck here flipping burgers for just over minimum wage.

Mark just finished serving another group of drunk assholes, he processed their order and sent it to the back where other workers just as miserable as he was started putting it together. Mark for started on their drinks —they had ordered five of them. But apparently he wasn't going fast enough for their liking as one of them started snapping his fingers.

"Hey bitch! It's called fast food, my grandma could serve it faster than you!" The man shouted.

Mark exhaled through his nose as he continued to pour the drinks, the man didn't let up and continued to insult him about how shit he was as a worker and his poor his attitude was.

"Stop ignoring me! I'm a customer! I pay your—"

*BOOM*

The windows shattered in as an explosion pushed everyone to the ground. Well nearly everyone, Mark was unaffected by the shockwave, though the drinks he was pouring all exploded in his hands covering him in sticky soda. Marks facial expression barely changed, though a hint of annoyance could be found on it. This was a common occurrence in Gotham, a supervillain attack, Mark was just annoyed it had to happen while he was at work.

Mark took off his apron and put it over the counter, it seemed he'd have to find another job now. He was getting closer and closer to his wits end when it came to situations like this. He shouldn't have to work in minimum wage shit holes like this one, he should be getting his degree in advanced engineering or robotics. He had built a a functional jet pack when he was fourteen. 'Not that I need it...' Mark thought to himself. That was another thing about Mark, a discovery he had recently made about himself, and something that had continued to tempt him into turning to a life of crime himself.

*CRASH*

Slamming through the wall was a recognisable villain, one of Batmans rogues —Bane. The venom addicted muscle man stood up, lashing out and managing to slam his meaty arm into someone close by. That person was thrown across the restaurant until they slammed into the menu above the counter. Following in after Bane was none other than Batgirl herself, swinging inside and sliding across the floor she threw several batarangs at Bane which Mark could see were aimed at the tubes sticking out of his neck.

Mark watched as Batgirl danced around Bane while the later got very close to smashing her into the ground. It was clear that the dark knights sidekick wasn't doing much damage, the only reason she was able to keep up was due to her speed and agility. Even targeting his weak points did nothing. Eventually she slipped up and he managed to grab her leg and slam her against the wall which stunned her. Bane then brought her up and from the looks of it was about to snap her spine in two.

Despite how much he didn't like heroes, he liked villains even less. Normally Mark would've left by now but as mentioned he'd discovered something about himself.

As Bane brought her down on to his knee he was abruptly stopped. Looking down in confusion he saw a black haired boy who was dressed in a fast food uniform.

Mark had discovered a month or so ago that he had powers of his own. He was basically Superman without the heat vision and other weird eye powers, though he reckoned he could use frost breath as it was just an application of thermodynamics.

Mark didn't budge as Bane tried to push his elbows —that he was holding— down. The larger man swore and cursed at him, sadly for Bane Mark was not working anymore and he wasn't a paying customer, so he didn't have to stand there and listen to his shit. Bringing his foot up he slammed it into the villains stomach, at the same time he gripped his elbows harder, snapping the bone. This led to him letting go of Batgirl to which Mark promptly caught and set down.

"Hey Bane! Are you done yet we could use some help out here!" Someone shouted causing Mark to turn around.

He had a yellow outfit on with a green cowl, and for a moment Mark wasn't sure who he was looking at. Though it came to him a few moments later when he saw the gun in his hand. 'Why is Mirror Master in Gotham?' He thought to himself. Though he shrugged a few moments later and pushed off the ground towards Mirror Master who started to panic.

Mark had made a mistake though. Not all the windows had shattered in the initial explosion and Mirror Master stood behind one right now. Instead of breaking through the glass like he expected he was instead transported somewhere else. Mark felt disoriented and almost sick to his stomach as he looked around, this dimension seemed to be filled with mirrors of some sort.

"I don't know who you are, but enjoy staying in the void forever," a voice spoke before he started laughing.

Mark growled and flew to the sound of the voice going from mirror to mirror, but nothing happened when he reached them. They just bobbed in the air like this whole place was in space. However that soon changed as he looked down and the white dimension seemed to open up into something darker. Mark flew up, but it seemed that he was getting sucked in. He pushed himself to the limit, but it was useless. He was sucked into the darkness and could do nothing but watch as the light got further and further away from him.

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He had been falling, falling for what felt like years? Weeks? Days? Seconds? He didn't know, but what he did know was when he finally opened his eyes his body felt like it had just been hit by a train. He couldn't see, his ears on the other hand felt hypersensitive and he was deafened by the sounds to the point where he might as well have been deaf. The smell though was the worst part and the only thing that made him think he might still be in Gotham.

He turned to his side coughing up blood mixed with whatever he had eaten that day. He tried to get up after but quickly realised that he couldn't, so instead he just lay there with the cold concrete against his back. Slowly but surely his vision began to return to him, all of his senses began to return to normal. The pain started to numb as well, but he still felt weak. After an hour of lying down on the ground he decided to push himself up against the wall. Looking around he saw he was in some kind of alleyway, it wasn't Gotham though. 'Too clean,' he thought to himself.

'New York maybe?' He thought as he pushed himself further up the wall until he made it onto his feet. He threw up again, but this time hardly anything came out. His stomach grumbled as he wiped his mouth, ever since he gained his powers he'd been eating like crazy. Or at least as much as he could afford, which honestly wasn't much. He'd actually lost weight ever since he gained his powers. He stood at 6ft and weighed around 90kg before he had gotten his powers. Most if not all of that weight was muscle; muscle that he had gained from fighting at Ted Grants gym. He'd go there nearly every day, if he wasn't lifting weights he was hitting the bag or training with the man himself.

However after he got his powers his metabolism started to go crazy, and he started feeling hungrier a lot more. He kept that to himself though, his mom was already struggling enough with the bills, he didn't want to put anymore burden on her. If he wanted more food he'd pay for it himself, and while he did start eating more —mostly cheap canned meats and rice or pasta. He still lost a lot of weight and was now only 75KG.

Mark started limping towards the exit to the alley, as he did he went through his pockets. His wallet was still there, that was good. He'd just gotten paid the day before so he should have a couple hundred dollars to get some food.

"Hey buddy you don't look so well," an amused voice called out from behind him.

Mark turned around to see three thuggish looking men approaching him, grins on their face like they just hit the jackpot. "I'm fine..." Mark said, but his voice was somewhat strained.

"You sure about that?" The man in the centre of the trio said a she continued to approach him.

"How about we give you a ride to one of those free clinics, or even that F.E.A.S.T centre downtown," the one on the left said, as he smiled he exposed a set of chipped and yellow stained teeth.

"Of course there will be a few costs, you know how it is though? Gas prices are crazy nowadays," the third man laughed.

"Whatever is in your wallet will do," the centre man said as he drew a blade.

'Barely over an hour and I'm already getting mugged, maybe I am still in Gotham," Mark thought to himself as he  stood up to his full height despite his weakened body.

"Get out of here before I have to hurt you," Mark said trying to sound as threatening as he could.

The three men all just looked at each other before they laughed, the one on the left then walked forward and drew his arm back. He had okay form, not that it mattered; when he unleashed his fist straight at Mark, the young man moved his head slightly to the right avoiding it. He then shot his own fist against the man's liver, he was careful not to put too much power into it, however that seemed to be a mistake as his weakened body meant his super strength was somewhat muted.

"Gaaah!" The man spat as Mark delivered the liver blow, he barely held himself up and held his side as he moved backwards. At this point the rest of them got involved, the second man lunging forward and swinging for Mark.

Mark was caught in the face by his fist which made him stumble slightly, he managed to shift out the way of the next punch and then connect a right hook to the man's temple making him hit the ground cold. The third however did not try to fight him and instead stabbed Mark in his side. "Fuck!" Mark shouted and he grabbed the man by the throat —his super strength somewhat returning— and threw him across the alley straight into the wall where he fell unconscious.

Mark grunted as he looked at the large knife sticking out of him, he didn't take it out as that was the worst thing you could do in that situation, but he also didn't want the other thug to make it worse. Speaking of the other thug he saw the state Mark was in and relished it, he had a grin on his face as he moved closer to him. "I'm gonna enjoy slicing you up!" He growled out as the pain in his side still throbbed.

Mark walked backwards keeping the man in sight, when he got close enough he'd use the knife to stab him, he'd risk bleeding out but right now he didn't have much choice. However all of that was changed when Mark was tripped up by the guy he'd knocked out on the ground, he fell on his ass which agitated his wound.

The man came closer to him, and when he fell he lunged at him. Mark prepared to do what he could but when the thug was just within distance a shadow moved over him.

The thug was kicked in the face by a figure who jumped over him, he was sent crashing into a nearby dumpster where the figure grabbed his head and slammed it against the metal for good measure. They then turned to the thug that had grabbed him and brought their leg up high before hammer kicking their head and knocking them out.

Mark wasn't sure if this was an ally or enemy, life in Gotham had taught him that they could always be both depending on the situation; though in this situation he hoped it was the latter, as he fell back down and passed out.

...

Colleen had been having a bad day, she had only moved to New York a few months ago —moving into the dojo that had been gifted to her by her sensei. While she liked the city, the liveliness and the mix of cultures, it was very hard to live in. She was 20 years old a master in multiple martial arts and yet she had no students. It seemed here they thought that a Martial Arts Master should be an old man as any students that came for the introductory lesson never returned. She had spent the better part of the afternoon stapling fliers in Hells Kitchen.

As she did her eyes drifted off to the large Dojo that rested there, though she hesitated to call it a dojo. Ultimate Power Fighting, with Michael-Sensei. The name infuriated her, not only that, but the teacher himself, he looked like he'd never fought a day in his life. Americans were weird, or perhaps it was only New Yorkers who were like this.

Colleen sighed as she finished stapling her advertisements and started heading back to her dojo. However despite all the misgivings she had about living here she was excited. Having her own Dojo, passing on her knowledge, recruiting for the hand. It was like a dream come true; she would finally be able to pay off her debt to them. She owed them much of the woman she had become, and if she could help some lost souls the same way they'd helped her then she would have fulfilled her mission.

As Colleen walked she heard the sounds of a scuffle, stopping in her tracks she walked back a few steps and looking into an alleyway. She saw a young man being cornered by a bunch of thugs —which was another thing she hated about this place. She watched as the first one swung at him, but was instead greeted with a body shot that nearly made him collapse. She could tell the young man was injured by the way he moved so throwing a punch like that under those conditions was impressive.

The next one that lunched at him was knocked out cold with one punch to the side of his head. However what Colleen hadn't seen was the third man who had a knife as the young man had been in the way. 'Shit!' She cursed as she watched him get stabbed, she would've intervened sooner had she known he was armed. However she was surprised once more as the man was picked up as if he was a child and thrown across the alley where he smashed against the wall.

Colleen snapped out of her surprise when she saw him get tripped up and the man who he'd hit in the liver try and finish the job. She rushed down the alleyway jumping over his body and delivering a flying right to the man's head. He fell into a nearby dumpster where she made sure he stayed down by smashing his head into it. She then turned around to check on the young man but noticed the one he'd knocked out before —and the one who tripped him was trying to get up. She lifted her leg up 180 degrees before bringing it back down on the back of his head.

She finally was able to look at the young man's injuries. He'd been stabbed in his midsection but lucky it was off to the side and just under his ribs so it was likely just a flesh wound. While she was tempted just to call an ambulance and leave, she would be remiss if she at least didn't find out what that crazy strength he used came from. 'Perhaps he could serve the hand," she thought to herself as she lifted him up and slowly took him back to her Dojo through the backstreets.

...

Mark groaned as he opened his eyes, he was starting to get a little sick of being assaulted by pain and nausea whenever he woke up —though at least he still had his senses this time. He looked around and saw he was in an apartment, a pretty clean and neat one. He moved upright on the sofa he was on, he didn't have a shirt on but his midsection was covered in bandages. Pulling them out he saw that the knife wound had already scarred over, a good sign his powers were coming back.

*grumble*

Though it also meant his appetite was increasing too. He stood up, wincing slightly as his body still ached and moved around. It seemed like a typical apartment, he saw a corridor that seemed to lead to a bedroom and a bathroom In between. On his right however was a set of double doors that led into a large open space, to Mark it looked like a dojo as the floors were padded and there were a few wooden swords as well as some pads and a punch bag.

"You're up."

Mark turned to the source of the voice and saw a rather attractive Asian woman walk down the corridor. She was around 5,6ft had a slim body but with a hint of muscle. She wore black leggings and a tank top and had her hair in a ponytail. "Where am I?" Mark asked as he realised he'd been staring a bit too long.

"You're in my dojo," she replied as she approached him. Without hesitating she touched his stomach pulling the bandages aside, her eyes widening as she saw that the wound had already closed up.

"You were the one who finished off the thugs after I got stabbed," Mark stated.

She looked up at him and nodded before moving the bandages back into place.

"Well thanks for the help, I was in a pretty bad spot there," he said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"I won't take up any of your time," Mark said as he spotted his shirt hanging over a chair. He walked over to it and slid it on preparing to leave.

"You don't have to go so quickly!" She said abruptly. "You should rest after all you were stabbed less than a day ago,"

"We both know I'm fine," Mark replied as he started stretching his arms. His entire body felt stiff, whatever portal he'd travelled through had sure done a number on him.

*grumble*

His stomach roared again which silenced both of them. "Can I at least treat you to some food before you go?" She asked.

Mark sighed but nodded before taking a seat back on the sofa. "I don't have much in, give me half an hour, I know this good takeout place," she said with a smile as she put on a jacket and her shoes before heading out.

'Kinda trusting to leave me here by myself,' Mark thought to himself. In Gotham even your friends had to empty out their pockets when they left your house. He knew he wasn't in Gotham, he guessed it was New York, both cities were pretty similar with the former being much more dirty and crime riddled.

Mark lifted his shirt back up, the bandages at this point were just ceremonial and so he decided to take them off. After putting the clump in the rubbish he sat down and waited for his host to return. He hadn't even gotten her name yet. In hindsight he was a bit rude to her, she had saved him from that thug at the end and even offered to let him rest here and was now out getting him food.

In Gotham that meant someone was about to cut you up and sell your organs on the black market.

However she had already had that chance and didn't do anything so he thought she was being genuine. Mark decided he'd be a bit nicer to her when she came back, it wasn't often you met someone like that and his mom had always taught him to show kindness where it's given.

Less than half an hour later his host had returned with a paper bag in her arms. She smiled at him as she walked through the double doors. "Hope you're hungry," she said as she set the bag down on the table. Mark stood up and moved toward the table pulling out a chair and sitting down with the woman.

"Listen, I appreciate you helping me and letting me recover here..." Mark said "And the food too," he added nodding to the bag.

"Gotham isn't the most friendly of places so I was a bit suspicious of your intentions," he explained. "I'm Mark," he said holding his hand out.

She smiled at him before taking his offered hand "I'm Colleen," she replied. When she grasped Marks hand he noticed that it wasn't soft and was instead calloused like his. She trained hard, but that was clear enough from how easily she dealt with the trash back in the alleyway.

"Let's eat," Colleen said as she started taking out the boxes from the bag. It smelled good, but even if it wasn't Mark was far too hungry to complain.

Even after inhaling two boxes down Mark still didn't even feel like her even begun to satiate his hunger. Colleen hadn't even finished half of her food before Mark started on the fourth portion of chow mein. She looked at him with a mix of concern and amusement, but shrugged and just assumed it was down to him being out for a day. After the fifth box Mark slowed down, not because he was getting full, but because he realised he was being rude. "Sorry about that," he said with a slightly sheepish grin.

She shook her head as she covered her mouth —as she was still chewing. "My mother used to say it's good for a man to have a healthy appetite."

"Mine did as well," he said with a small smile. "Though I still think I went a little overboard," he added as he looked to the four empty cartons of Chinese food.

"Don't worry about it, food is meant to be eaten, it's good you're eating, means your healing is going well," she said as she set her chopsticks down. She then got up from her chair and moved over to the fridge, when she opened it she bent over, Mark couldn't help but glance at her backside as she did. The leggings did little to conceal what was underneath, and it sent a rush of blood directly south of his head. She was quite a small woman, but she no doubt trained quite a bit and that was reflected in her body. Her ass was small but it was for lack of a better word meaty, like a nice little peach. Small but round and toned, perfect to sink your hands into.

Mark turned his head around as he saw her stand back up and bring over a bottle of soda as well as two styrofoam cups. "Sorry about the lack of cups, I only recently moved to New York, I'm still eating on paper plates," she said with a sheepish smile as she sat down.

Mark chuckled. "I don't mind, a cup is a cup," he replied as he accepted the offered drink.

"Where did you move from if you don't mind me asking?" Mark asked as he took a sip of his drink.

"Hokkaido," she replied.

"Long way from home," Mark commented.

Colleen nodded but shrugged. "Some work associates of mine needed someone to run a branch of their dojo in New York a friend recommended me for the job," she explained.

"Must be hard," Mark commented

"Why do you say that?" She asked.

"You look around my age, I doubt many people would take you seriously as a martial arts instructor," Mark said as he continued eating, though he quickly realised how insensitive it sounded. "No offence," he quickly added after.

Colleen laughed as she leaned back in her seat "You're right it has been much more difficult than I expected, doesn't help that that dumbass downtown is stealing all my potential students," she said throwing her chopstick at the window. "He doesn't even teach real martial arts!" She added before sighing.

She then turned her head back to Mark. "So you said you're from Gotham? Is that in Europe or somewhere south?" She asked.

Mark stopped eating and looked at her before chuckling, but then he realised that she'd only come here recently. "No it's just across the river in New Jersey," he replied.

Colleen frowned, she had extensively studied the area before coming here, there was no city in New Jersey called Gotham. She stopped leaning back in her chair. "I don't want to seem rude, but are you sure you mean New Jersey?" She asked.

Mark raised an eyebrow before nodding. "I'm pretty sure I'd know, I've lived there my whole life," he replied.

Colleen nodded slowly "It's just that I've been to New Jersey, but I've never heard of Gotham," she said.

Mark looked at her for a moment before laughing. "Very funny," he replied before taking a sip.

Colleen stood up and walked over to the sofa, next to it was a small table and on that table was a laptop. She brought it back to the table and opened it before bringing up a search engine. "Search for yourself if you don't believe me," she said.

Mark had a small smile on his face but he decided to humour her little joke anyway. Typing in Gotham City, New Jersey. The smile melted off his face when no results came up, a frown started to form when he brought up the maps and looked manually only to still find nothing. "This is a joke right?" Mark said with a frown in his face.

Colleen shook her head. "I've never heard of Gotham before," she replied.

Mark stood up from the table, considering things logically. "Maybe I'm in some weird mirror master dimension." He did fall into a void, and the existence of other universes had already been proven when he was in school. Maybe if he could find the Mirror Master of this place he could get back home.

"Mirror master?" Colleen said with confusion etched onto her face.

Mark looked up at her. "He's a supervillain in Star City," he replied automatically.

Colleen was quiet for a moment "I'm sorry I have no clue what you're talking about," she said almost apologetically.

Marks heart started to beat faster. "Superman? Batman? The Flash? The Justice League? Superheroes?" He said in quick succession all while looking at her intensely.

She shook her head "I saw on the news something about a man who calls himself Ironman?" She replied, but Mark wasn't listening. His breathing was getting heavy and his chest was getting tight, he pushed past Colleen and ran through the doors leaving the apartment despite her calls for him to stop. He rushed out the building looking around the streets, the sounds of sirens and cars filled his senses. He turned his head around and saw a massive tower with an S on it. "Excuse me what's that building?" He asked a stranger walking towards him. He thought maybe it stood for Superman.

"Are you stupid kid? That's Stark Tower," he replied before barging past him and walking down the road.

'What the fuck is Stark Tower,' he thought to himself.

"Come on! Get your Ironman merch, hats and shirts, support our hero!"

Mark looked across the road to a stand where a stall had been set up. A woman was selling different merchandise with the same person on it. Someone in a red and gold metal suit, he'd never seen that before. He had already figured out he was in a parallel world when he saw Gotham didn't exist, but this was something different. No superman, no Batman, no heroes at all apart from someone they call Ironman. From what he understood parallel universes can only exist adjacent to the universe you're in, and in almost every case the universe will be similar, with maybe some big changes.

Mark gripped his head as the realisation dawned on him, this wasn't a parallel word.

It was an entirely different universe.

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(Two Months Later)

It had been a tough couple of months for Mark, having to accept the fact that he could not go home for the foreseeable future was difficult. Though the only difficult thing about it was that he'd left his mother alone, but he knew she was strong and she'd pull through. He'd miss her but he had to be realistic, he didn't have access to the kind of tech that would let him not only create a portal to another universe but navigate to it. After accepting it he found that it wasn't too bad living in New York, there were no supervillains, there was only one Hero who spent more time partying than anything else.

Colleen was nice and had let him stay with her rent free for the first month—he'd decided not to tell her about not coming from this universe as he was sure she'd think he was a nutcase. That was when he'd decided to stop moping around and start earning some money, he knew she didn't have much so he needed to pull his own weight. The second month he'd started earning himself a nice chunk of change, he'd done to a couple of landfill sites and started fixing up and even improving any electronics he'd found and selling them on in pawn shops.

The science level of this world seemed to be a bit lower than his one. The most advanced being from Stark Industries, he'd read about the creation of the large arc reactor down in California, as well as a few articles about how Tony Stark had done what was thought impossible and miniaturised the energy source. He hadn't looked much more into the differences instead trying to focus on more important things. He needed an ID, social security number and other important pieces of paperwork, he couldn't get them legally so he'd have to pay out the nose for a black market one good enough to fool the government.

In the end it wasn't too much of an issue, Mark had managed to fix and improve a computer to a higher standard and then sold it on as a custom computer. Many gamers would pay premiums for faster computers, so he'd made quite a bit of money doing that.

Mark had learned a few other interesting things about this world too. Apparently there were a groups of people that were called mutants, they were called so as a mutation in their DNA grants them a unique ability. Not many people knew about them as they were less than 1% of the population, but there had been a few events in the early 2000's that involved them. They were kinda like Metahumans back on his earth.

Right now Mark was on his way to the local bar. He had all the paperwork necessary to get a job, but he needed to be known. The fake paper trail that had been left for him wouldn't fool anyone who was investigating him closely.

*beep*

Mark took his phone out of his pocket looking down at the text message he'd just received.

Colleen: We need milk, also I think I've got my first student :D

Mark went to text back before it beeped again.

Colleen: Also get some Mr Hans on your way back

Mark: You had it yesterday, you need to have something else

Colleen: ... no

Mark sighed before putting his phone away. She'd been addicted to that place ever since he got here, and he was starting to think the reason she didn't get glasses or plates was cause she preferred the takeout. 'No... that's exactly the reason,' he thought to himself as he shook his head. He looked up at the sign *Luke's* before heading inside. It was a Friday night to needless to say it was busy, despite that however there were only two people at the bar. A tall dark skinned bald man with a goatee and an older man with white hair.

'So much for asking for a job,' Mark thought to himself, there was no way he'd be able to talk to the owner when it was like this. He decided he'd sit down and get a drink, wait for the crowd to thin out, then he'd talk to the owner. After going up to the bar and being served by the older man he took his drink to a table in the corner and started sipping on it. It had been a long week, it was nice to relax and drink in a place like this, even if alcohol didn't have much effect on his body.

As the night dragged on it seemed that only more people were coming inside, the owner had even moved some of the tables and made an impromptu dance floor for the once's who wanted to dance. The jukebox was turned on full, everyone was having a good time. Apart from him, he just wanted to get the job and go home.

"Why the long face handsome," a woman asked as she slid into the booth next to him.

Mark turned and saw a very attractive blonde woman with straight hair, she wore a green low cut strapless dress and  had a cocktail in her hand.

"This place is usually quiet," Mark replied as he took another swig.

"Well maybe I can do something to turn that from upside down," she said as he hand gripped his leg.

He almost cracked his glass as a surge of hormones rushed through his body. When he'd first come here his powers had been weakened, but at this moment he was back to full strength, and that of course meant his barely controllable Libido was back. Living with a sexy Asian woman who wore tight clothing and from the smell off it masturbated almost nightly had not helped one bit.

"You're drunk," Mark said trying to let her down.

She wasn't put out though, she instead giggled. "Mmmm maybe I am, maybe I'm not, shall we see how bad my motor skills are," she said as she snaked her hands up his leg cupping his cock. Her eyes widened as they made contact with the semi hard piece of meat.

"You got something for me," she whispered as she moved closer.

Mark let go of the glass bottle before he shattered it. 'Fuck it, if she wants to who am I to say no,' he thought to himself as he slid his hand under the table and up her thigh.

"Aah," she gasped as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy. He could feel how soaked she was just from touching the outside.

"Take me to the bathroom now," she said as she gripped his arm.

Mark did just that and moments later she was sticking her tongue down his throat, the dress she wore was so high up he barely even needed to move it before he could access her pussy. He ripped her panties down exposing her bald vagina, he then started rubbing his fingers against her clit. "Oh shit!" She moaned as she disengaged from the kiss and started rubbing her pussy against his hand.

She ran her hands down his muscular body before undoing the zipper on his jeans and fishing out his cock. She hummed in delight as she saw the large pole ready to impale her. She pushed him back a bit before turning around and lifting the dress over two large cheeks. "Enough foreplay fuck me! And don't be gentle!" She said almost daring him not to.

Mark gripped his cock and lined it up against her slick cunt. "Yes!" She moaned as she felt his head push inside. Mark grunted as the rest of his shaft slipped inside of her, she was warm and her insides were soft, he pushed right up until her ass rested against his pelvis.

"Please! Please! Keep going!" She whined as she tried thrusting back into him. Mark smirked before grabbing her hips and thrusting. "Uhhhhhh!" She moaned as he started to pound his dick inside of her again and again.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

She moaned as each time Mark drew his dick out all the way to the head before slamming it back inside. He felt her insides start to tighten up barely thirty seconds after he had started to fuck her. "OH MY FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She screamed as her pussy contracted around his cock. She was having one of the most intense orgasms of her life and it was barely a minute after they started.

Mark reached forward covering her mouth with his hand, that screamed could've woke up an entire apartment block, he was glad the bar was busy otherwise there would be a an angry barkeep in here trying to knock the door down.

The more Mark fucked her the hornier he got, and the worse his judgment was. Deciding he wanted to see her naked he ripped off her dress exposing her body, he then reached forward with his other hands and started mauling her tits —pinching her nipples. All the while she moaned into his hand, occasionally screaming as she was given orgasm after orgasm. Mark drew his cock out for a moment making the woman whine at the loss of being filled, but he quickly put it back in after turning her around and lifting her up by her legs and putting them over his shoulders while holding her up in the air.

"HOLY!!! OOOOOOOH!" She moaned as her eyes rolled back. In this position Mark was penetrating even deeper than before and practically punching her g spot. She came again pulling Mark into a kiss as she did, Mark returned the kiss and started moving faster as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Setting her down on her knees, she doesn't even need to be told what to do before she grips his cock and starts tugging on it while sucking on the head.

"Mmmm give it to me," she hums as she grips it tighter. A few moments later Mark shoots out rope after rope of cum shooting it across her face and hitting her breasts, she holds her tongue onto catching as much of his cum on it as he can. When his cock twitches for the last time and the last of his semen dribbles out, the woman wraps her lips around it and starts to clean it for him. However what he didn't expect was for her to take a pouch from her handbag and pour some white powder on his still erect cock.

'Did she just do a like off my dick,' Mark thought to himself as he watched her stand up. Her cheeks were red and she still had a lustful gaze. "My pussy has never hurt so good before," she said as she pressed her naked body against him. "Completely makes up for ripping my dress," she added before kissing his jaw.

She then picked up her dress and quite handily made it wearable by tying it in a few places and using her earrings as makeshift latches. She then grabs Marks open and puts her number into it and calling her own. "Don't be a stranger," she said kissing his lips a final time before leaving the bathroom.

Mark looked in his phone when she left and saw that she's left her number under the name 'Trish'. He'd definitely call her again if his cock had anything to say about it. He quickly tucked himself away before heading back into the bar only to see Trish being dragged out by a brunette who seemed upset, though Trish seemed to be laughing it off.

Mark shrugged it off before heading back to his table. He waited there until most of the clientele left and there were just a few people left. When he finished the last few sips of his drink the man who he presumed was the owner —the tall dark skinned man— came over to his table. "Hey man it's last call if you want to get anything else, we'll be closing soon after," he said, he then went to turn around and head back towards the bar.

"Actually I came here to see the owner, Mark said as he put his drink down.

"Can I help you?" He asked as he turned back around throwing a small cloth over his shoulder.

"I want a job," Mark said cutting to the chase.

His eyes widened before he took a seat "Right... well you got any experience working in a bar?" He asked.

Mark shrugged "Some, mostly restaurants though," he replied.

"Anything else that qualifies you?" He asked.

"I'm smart enough to do a PHD in mechanic and electronic engineering, or any other kind of engineering," Mark said, though he didn't expect the man to believe him.

"Sweet Christmas... why you wanna go and work here for?" He asked.

Mark raised his eyebrow 'Just like that?' He thought.

Though he snapped out of his shock quickly "I don't have the money to go to college, I'm just trying to survive at this point," he said.

"Fine with me," he replied reaching other and shaking Marks hand.

"I'm Luke Cage, come by here tomorrow, weekends have been crazy recently," he said as he stood up.

"Just like that?" Mark said vocalising his disbelief this time.

Luke chuckled. "Everyone needs a hand now and then, just make sure to pay yours forward when you get a chance," he replied before heading back to the bar. "I'll see you tomorrow."

...

After getting Milk and some Mr Hans Mark ended up back Colleen's dojo where he found said woman practicing her moves against a wing chun wooden dummy. When he opened the door she stopped and turned around smiling when she saw him. "How'd it go?" She asked as she wiped sweat off her forehead with a towel. Mark was glad he'd just cum because seeing the sweat drip down Colleen's tanned skin and running down the valley between her two small breasts was getting him horny again —that's not even mentioning her natural scent that filled the room. His senses were much more enhanced than a regular persons; while he wasn't close to superman's level he could smell and see a lot more than a regular person.

"It went well, I got the job," he said as he walked through the Dojo and into the adjacent apartment.

"Congratulations," she said punching his arm. "Though I still have no clue why you want to work at a bar with brains like yours," she said as she started looking through the bags he brought in her eyes lighting up as she sees the familiar takeaway boxes of Mr Hans.

"Sometimes easy work is just what the doctor ordered," Mark replied as he took the milk out and put it in the fridge. "Plus I don't have a degree, no one's gonna let me within 3 miles of a lab," he added.

"If you say so," she said as she started eating her food. "Oh yeah before I forget," she replied quickly shuffling over to the drawer and bending her again which Mark both did and did not appreciate.

"I have a friend who has a friend that knows someone, they managed to get tickets to the Stark Expo, but since they heard that Tony Stark wouldn't be attending they decided they didn't want to go, so now I have them," she said with a small grin on her face.

"I know you're interested in this kind of stuff so I thought you'd like to go," she said showing off the tickets.

"That's... wow... thank you," Mark said kinda lost for words as he stepped toward. However before he could reach for the tickets she whipped them out of the way.

"But if you want them you'll have to beat me in a spar," she said with a grin on her face.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Fine, let me go get ready.

After putting on some shorts and a vest Mark was back in the dojo. This wasn't the first time he'd sparred with Colleen, he didn't much like doing it as he had to limit his powers to regular human levels, something that was incredibly difficult. When he'd first started developing his powers he struggled to control his strength, and his invulnerability made it so he could break someone's arm if he walked into them too roughly. Luckily Ted put him in touch with this guy Richard, he didn't know his last name but he was supposed to be some sort of master. He had taught Mark a technique for getting nearly full control of his body, at the moment he only used it for his muscles and hadn't explored what else he could do.

He did this because he discovered his muscles seemed to be made of an ultra dense fibre, this was the main reason he was invulnerable, though his bones and skin played a part too. Through practice he was able to relax his muscles and even soften his skin, right now he'd reckon he could lower his durability to the point where it was like Kevlar, he didn't know if he could go any lower. That coupled with pulling his punches made it seem as if Colleen was fighting a regular ol human.

Doing all of that for just a spar, it was no surprise he hated them.

Colleen moved first lunging forward with a basic punch, one that mark slapped aside, however she transitioned into a front kick which Mark stepped back from. She grinned before rushing forward again spinning around and launching a back kick which he caught with his hand, he tried to yank it to the side and unbalance her but she jumped off with her other foot and kicked him in the jaw making him stumble back.

Another reason he didn't like sparring, she didn't know how to hold back at all.

Colleen kicked herself up from the floor before rushing forward and jumping up slamming her knee against Mark who blocked it. He then dodged her subsequent punches and slammed his fist into her side, she winded but it didn't stop her from grabbing his arm and looping her leg around his own and pulling them both to the ground. Mark quickly twisted his body and wrapped his arm around her arm trying to pin it, but she punched him in the side multiple times before rolling backwards and catching his neck between her thighs.

"Oh shit..." Mark thought as he was assaulted by the musk coming from between her legs. It was making him harden, something that would show in the shorts he was wearing. Cheating slightly Mark stood up lifting Colleen before spinning and throwing her across the Dojo where she hit the mat with a yelp. She was up quickly however, though Mark didn't let her take back the initiative, he rushed in and sent a barrage of quick punches that forced her to dodge and parry.

A lot of people underestimated boxing when it came to the martial arts world, but a boxer devoted his entire life to improving two things. He had no doubt that a boxers punch will outclass anyone else's. Right now he used his reach advantage to keep her back, he was also luring her into a trap, he'd only used his boxing style up until this point, so she won't expect what comes next.

He stepped forward before sending a right hook directly to her face, she went to parry it but it was a trick. He grabbed her hand and yanked her forward before connecting his other fist to her face. Even without his super strength that would've knocked out most people, but Colleen it seems wasn't most people, she stumbled as she tried to recover, but when she did she pushed against the wall of the dojo with her feet and flipped over Marks shoulder looping her legs around his waist and bringing him down again. This time Mark decided to pin her, she'd keep trying to move their fight to the ground if she thought she had the advantage.

Slipping out of her hold Mark was now on top of her, she wrapped her legs around him as she struggled against him, but all she succeeded in doing is grinding herself against him. Mark cursed and a second later his cock was her and rubbing right against Colleen's pussy. She was wearing tight leggings once again, the thin fabric stood no chance against his meat stick.

Colleen felt her entire body shiver as she felt something warm rub roughly against her vagina. "Ahh," she whispered as she closed her eyes, her body falling limp against the mat. She bit her lip as it moved against hitting her rapidly hardening clit.

Though she quickly snapped out of it as she realised what was happening, her cheeks darkened as she looked up at Mark who looked like he was having a hard time. Crossing her right arm over to his left she flipped them over. "We'll call it a draw for tonight," she said with a small smile before she quickly ran to her room.

Mark was left on the ground with a giant throbbing erection cursing himself for not just going to bed.

...

Needless to say it was an awkward couple of weeks after their spar, but they got on well enough that they could move past it. The most awkward part for Colleen was how she had spent nearly half the night afterwards plunging her fingers into her cunt while thinking about Mark. Colleen hadn't spent much time with many men, only those she'd been trained with, and even then they never knew each others names or faces, the only faces they saw were their sect leaders or teachers.

Having a handsome muscular man living with her had inflamed her once dormant libido. She could probably count on her hands how many times she's masturbated in a year, but since Mark started living with her that numbers probably tripled in just this short span of time. She didn't understand what was wrong with her, but it didn't matter. She had been ordered to observe and report on him, if he was an enhanced like she suspected he was then she would get close to him and try to form a relationship which would end in recruitment to the Hand. She hoped he would join when the time came, she liked Mark a lot.

Mark however had needed to started going out at night. His lust needed to be put under control and so he started going out a few hours a night. He felt lucky that he had gotten Trish's number, she was a hellcat and was down to fuck whenever he called her. Whether it was an alley way, her apartment, or another bar bathroom, Trish let Mark plunge his cock inside her and cover her in his cum. One night she'd been riding his cock, he feet tucked back on his thighs and her hands on his chest, she bounced on his meat stick like it would be the last thing she ever did. She screamed and moaned as he spread her pussy open, when Marks cock started twitching and he was about to pull out she pushed him back down and started riding him even more aggressively.

He could've pulled out if he wants to but the sexy smirk on her face and the way she begged to have his cum deep inside of her made him grab her hips and start fucking her even more aggressively. When he came Trish screamed and her cunt squeezed around him as if trying to keep in all of his semen. Needless to say after that night Mark never pulled out again, whether he was pounding her from behind or pressing her legs behind her head he would fuck her and release the contents of his balls deep inside her.

Outside of their couplings Mark noticed that Trish was a bit of a mess. Alcohol, drugs, bad relationship with her mother, it seemed that she had no shortage of personal problems. It wasn't his business though, if she wanted help he'd try but right now she seemed more than content to suck on his balls while she jerked his cock.

...

"Here our seats are just over there," Colleen said to Mark as they both waded their way through the crowd at the Stark Expo.

"These seats are pretty close, you must have some rich friends," Mark said with raised eyebrows.

Colleen shrugged. "From what I head the tickets were made cheaper so regular people could come, not a bunch of suits."

Mark moved into his seat with Colleen sitting down next to him. It was quite an impressive stadium, not that Mark had been to many before, he'd seen a few online though and while it couldn't compare to ones in metropolis it was pretty state of the art. "People don't usually come here to admire the scenery you know," Colleen commented with a smirk on her face.

Mark chuckled "I can appreciate a nice building and whatever science stuff they bring up."

"Did you not read the leaflet?" She asked.

Mark raised an eyebrow "Leaflet?"

Colleen sighed "Never mind," she said, though after that the lights started to dim signalling the expo was about to begin. A fancy light show began spiralling in pretty patterns while on the stage a large screen sprang to life. For the next two hours different tech companies came on stage showcasing their products, and each product was as about as useless as the next worry only a few promising ones. Mark turned to Colleen who was looking down at her feet trying not to meet his eyes. She had told him this was the best showing of technology on the planet and that the stuff you see here is decades ahead of its time.

Suddenly the lights went dark and then the screen turned on showing a Logo which said Hammer Industries. Then off the stage to the left came a short slender man in a brown suit, music started playing and he danced to the beat right to the centre stage. At this point Mark looked at Colleen again.

"Sorry..." she said quietly.

Mark rolled his eyes and looked back on stage, the guy had only been talking for five minutes and Mark already disliked him.

"Hammer Industries has been called to serve the United States government , and we have answered!" Justin Hammer said in airing a few moments for the crowd to applaud.

"Now... ladies and gentleman, I present to you the future of the American Armed Forces... the Hammer Drones!" He shouted. On queue several platforms started moving up.

"Army!"

"Navy!"

"Air force!"

"Marines!"

Mark raised his eyebrows, this was some pretty advanced tech. Especially for the current year —he had found out that not only was it a different universe but he was also over a decade in the past.

"See I told you there's some cool science stuff here," Colleen said punching his shoulder.

"Yeah yeah," Mark said as he watched the showcasing with much more interest.

"But a drone can not lead, no no no, nothing can take away from a human beings leadership and ingenuity!" Justin shouted while wagging his finger.

"May I present to you, the leader of these drones, a true machine of war, Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes!" He shouted as if he was about to jump in excitement.

From the centre stage a slimmer grey robotic suit was lifted up. This one looked similar in design to the Iron Man suit though it had been extensively modified.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Your heroes!" Justin said as he waved his arm to them all.

Colonel Rhodes saluted as did all the other drones. Marks ears started to hurt from how loud the crowd was cheering, though Mark soon turned his head as he heard what sounded like a missile flying towards the building, a few moments later other people turned their head.

None other than Iron Man flew into the building landing on the stage right next to Rhodes. It was strange to say the least, from what he'd read Hammer hated Stark, yet here he was waving to the crowd.

Something didn't seem right.

Mark was proven right when the weapons on the Hammer Drones as well as War Machine all took aim against Iron man. Said hero shot off into the sky and a moment later they all open fired.

"What the hell!" Colleen shouted next to him. The whole crowd erupted into panic and they all jumped out of their seat trying to get out the way and escape. Time seemed to slow for Mark as he watched the glass ceiling shatter and shards of glass start to fall into the crowd. He glanced at Colleen and saw she was on the ground having been pushed from behind by the panicking crowd.

Mark looked back up and tensed his muscles he brought his hands together.

*CRACK*

The shock wave from his clap shattered the falling glass into harmless pieces, though it deafen those closest to him. Mark then helped Colleen up who was holding her head, it must've felt like a flashbang had just gone off near her.

He'd apologise later.

Helping her up he moved her through the crowd and took her out of the stadium. If Hammer wanted to fight Stark then he'd leave them to it, right now he was focused on getting arguably his only friend out of the crossfire. Pushing through the crowd he could hear Colleen trying to talk but struggling to as she was pretty disoriented. Mark led her to one of the many ambulances that were quickly arriving on scene.

*BOOM*

Mark turned to see more Hammer Drones exiting the stadium firing rockets into the crowd. 'Shit...' Mark thought to himself. Now he had to get involved, he couldn't let these people die because he just didn't want the hassle.

'I've been hanging out with Luke too much,' he thought to himself as he set Colleen down. She tried to grab him and ask where he was going but before she could he already disappeared behind the ambulance. He then shot up into the air, as he did he took out on of the drones flying above snapping it in half and using each piece to take out a few others. He needed to take out the Navy Drones first, they had the shoulder mounted rockets that were causing the most damage.

He shot forward flying down towards them when his eye spotted a child with an iron man helmet standing in front of a drone.  The drone raised its weapon intent on firing; Mark urged himself forward landing in front of the child just as the drone shot a barrage of bullets. They bounced off Mark who then slammed his fist through the drones chest destroying it. He turned to the kid and an idea sparked in his mind. "Hey kid mind if I borrow that," he said and the boy took it off and handed it to him.

Mark put the helmet on before launching back into the air, he shot down towards another group of drones, landing directly on one and flattening it. He then jumped forward into a super man punch taking off the other's head and then flew to the next one, grabbing it and flying it into another group.

More and more drones kept on coming, when this was over Mark was gonna kick Justin Hammers ass. He flew up into the sky once again and clapped his hands sending a punch of missiles off course landing harmlessly into a founding. However it seemed his actions had been noted as drones with mounted anti air rifles started firing at him. They didn't penetrate his skin but it still felt like getting hit by rubber bullets.

Mark was then tackled in the air by a flying drone, he quickly dismantled it only for several more to attack him.

"This is gonna be a long day..."

...

Natasha knew something bad was going to happen before she even showed up to the Expo with Stark Industries CEO. With Vanko missing and Hammer Industries getting a new line of drones, this expo was going to be interesting to say the least.

*Agent Romanoff, be ready to apprehend Justin Hammer, we need to know Vanko's location*

The voice of her boss echoed through her head piece. She tensed and got ready to move when she saw Tony fly in and land on the stage. "We need to get back from the stage," she whispered to Pepper Potts. The ginger woman nodded and they both stood up and started moving towards the backstage where Natasha could hopefully nab Justin.

When Natasha saw the drones aim their weapons at Tony she immediately pushed Pepper down and covered her with her body.

*Romanoff watch the ceiling!*

She gunfire from the drones shattered the glass ceiling and shards of glass started falling onto all of them. Nat knew better than most how dangerous a shard of glass could be, but when it's dropped from a near 30 metre height it was damn near lethal. She went to grab a seat to cover both of them, but they'd been nailed to the ground.

*CRACK*

Something that sounded like a thunderclap echoed throughout the expo making Nat's ears ring. While it debilitated most of the people around her she had long since become used to having her senses overwhelmed.

*Agent Romanoff did you get that!*

Director Fury asked through her earpiece. Nat ignored him for the moment looking up to the ceiling only to see the glass had been shattered into harmless pieces. She thought it must've been Stark, a new sonic device or energy based weapon of some kind. Casting it from her mind she helped Pepper up and they rushed backstage only to see Hammer arguing with some of his employees.

Nat wasn't interested in Pepper trying to reason with him so the moment he shut her down she walked forward and pinned him to the table while bending his arm back. "Where is Vanko!" She growled out.

"I-I w-who I-"

*Crack*

"Aaaaaaaaaah! My facility! He's at my facility!" He cried out. Nat let him go and left the room while Pepper called the emergency services.

*Agent Romanoff be advised you have an unknown in your area*

"You got any more for me?" She asked as she quickly made her way outside. She walked lightly as she heard the heavy thumping of one of the Hammer Drones leaving the Expo.

*Cameras at the Expo show it was an enhanced who shattered the glass*

Nat took her heels off and started running down the corridor, the drone turned its head nearly 180 degrees before raising its arm. Nat moved into a slide tossing a small device onto the drone before activating it and giving it a dose of electricity overloading its circuits. She moved back onto her feet, had head to get to the facility quickly.

"I'm heading to Hammers facility, Vanko is there and likely the one controlling the drones and Rhodes," she said into her earpiece. 

*Understood, be careful Agent Romanoff*

Outside the expo she headed back towards the car where she hoped Happy was still waiting. Though as she made her way there her eyes caught something in the sky.

"I have eyes on the unknown," she said into her earpiece. It was as dark so it was hard to track them moving through the sky, especially when it seemed he was flying unassisted.

*Report*

"No visual on the identity, he's flying unassisted, he's tearing through the drones with his bare hands... he has an iron man helmet on," she replied.

*Come again?*

"He's wearing an iron man helmet, like a toy one," she reiterated. There was a pause from the other side for a few seconds.

*Make your way to the facility and stop Vanko, the Unknown does not seem to pose a threat*

"Understood," she replied before beelining for Happy.

...

Mark grabbed the gun off a drone and aimed it towards a group of others cutting through both of them and then tossing the drone towards a group heading his way. He had managed to limit the casualties thankfully, when he had kept on destroying the drones they stopped targeting civilians and focused on him. It wasn't too long before he had finished the last of them, well apart from the ones chasing Stark.

He saw Stark get tackled by War Machine and fly into some dome that looked like a small forest biome. He flew after them soon hovering above the dome and watching as Stark got his ass kicked by War Machine and half a dozen other drones. Mark shot down and in quick succession destroyed all of the drones surrounding them. He then flew towards War Machine who started peppering Mark with bullets, he grabbed the guy by the helmet and slammed him down on the ground. 

"No wait! He's not-"

Mark reach down and ripped out the arc reactor in War Machines chest this de powered the suit and stopped him from firing.

The hum of energy made him turn his head however he couldn't move fast enough to avoid a repulser blast from Iron man. "Goddamit..." Mark grunted, it felt like he'd just been hit in the chest with a hammer.

"What's your problem!" Mark yelled out. "I didn't hurt him I just took the power source out," he said as he rubbed his chest.

"Yeah mini me that's a 3 billion dollar suit that you just permanently powered down, I feel like this makes us even," Tony said as his helmet flipped up.

"Gee thanks Tony, nice to hear you're concerned," Rhodes said as his helmet released and his face was shown.

"Aw come on Rhody, you're like 9% of the reason I'm here tonight," Tony said as he approached his friend.

"Not even double figures?" Rhody replied.

"It's the best friends and family get I'm afraid," Tony said with a playful grin.

"Just hurry up and get me out of this thing," Rhody said shaking his head.

*Tony I've got one more drone heading to your locations, this one's different though, the reactor output is much higher*

"Thanks for the head up Agent Romanoff," Tony replied as his helmet slid down.

"Don't worry you two I'll handle things," Tony said looking from

Rhody to Mark. "You just sit there and look pretty."

"No Tony get me out, Tony-"

"Oh who am I kidding I got that part down too," he said ignoring Rhody.

Mark shrugged and went to go sit down next to Rhody, he had pocketed the arc reactor he had taken out of War Machine, he was very much interested in studying and learning whatever he could from it.

"Hey kid." he heard from beside him.

Mark turned to Rhody who was still trapped in what was essentially a steel coffin. "Can you get me out of this," Rhody asked.

Though before Mark could answer someone new slammed down into the park. In a massive suit nearly triple the size of War machine and armed to the teeth it was quite an intimidating sight. The helmet folded back and revealed a middle aged tanned guy.

"It's good to be back," He said in a Russian accent.

"Well enjoy the fresh air while you can Vanko it's the last of it you're ever gonna get," Tony said before he tried to shoot the man in the head. Vanko's helmet closed and he ignited two electric whips on either side of him.

"Hey kid let me out he needs help!" Rhody said struggling more.

Mark laughed "What are you gonna do, that whip will send you back to-" he stopped himself "Never mind," he said.

Rhody looked at him incredulously "That whip will send me back where?!" He asked. "Go on," he said.

Meanwhile Tony was getting his ass kicked by Vanko who was close to tearing him in half with both whips. Tony managed to send a repulser blast from his chest to Vanko which sent him tumbling. Mark decided to intervene, rather than stay in the awkward atmosphere that he had just created.

Mark flew over to Tony who was down on one knee. "You doing good champ," he said mockingly as he watched Tony pant.

"Why don't you sit there and look pretty while I handle it," he said.

"Fuck.. off... mini me..." Tony replied.

Mark smirked behind his toy helmet. Though a moment later he ducked as the electric whip sailed above them. "Now I kill you Stark," Vanko shouted.

"When you die I hope you and your father crawl before my father and beg for his forgiveness," Vanko said as he slashed downwards with both of his whips. While Mark could've dodged them to would've left Tony in its path. With no choice he caught both whips, the hard material coupled with the heat and the current actually broke his skin. The amount of electricity running through them hurt, but it mostly just pissed him off. Mark hovered off the ground in front of Vanko, he then sped towards him tackling him to the ground as he was dragged across the earth. Mark then grabbed his legs before flinging him up into the air bursting through the metal bars of the roof.

When he reached the apex of his height Mark was already there bringing both his arms up and slamming them down into his torso sending him back into the earth. When Mark floated down he could see Vanko was dead, his body was crushed, bits of metal impaled his body, half his brain was exposed while the other half seemed to have melted on his face. Mark couldn't be too careful though he slammed his foot down where his chest was, he felt the tearing of metal and the crunch of Vanko's ribs.

"Is he the one responsible for all this? Or was it Hammer?" Mark asked Tony.

"Vanko used Hammer, Justine can barely manage a pet let alone anything like this," Tony replied.

"Then I'm out, enjoy the cleanup," Mark said before shooting into the sky.

"Dick..." Tony said as she shook his head.

"What can't take your own medicine," Rhody commented.

"You do realise that some random kid just tore Vanko's suit apart which is admittedly nearly as advanced as my own, and then proceeded to curb stomp his ribs before flying off again."

"Yeah I saw that," Rhody replied.

"Good cause I feel like I need someone to pinch me."

...

'What a shit show.'

Nick Fury had watched the tape nearly a hundred times now, he had looked for private devices, hidden weapons, anything that could explain what he saw. He found nothing, his analysts found nothing, hell even his best agents found nothing. The working theory that was now accepted as truth was that this unknown had raised his arm and clapped with such force that it managed to shatter the falling glass, as well as disorient nearly everyone in the hall.

Not only that but the motherfucker could fly and was bulletproof. Luckily they had gotten scans of his face before he had put the kids helmet on. His records say he is Mark Grayson, eighteen years old, went to Little Creek High School in North Virginia, graduated in the top 1%.

It was all bullshit.

Everything they'd managed to find on Mark Grayson was falsified, his social security number, his passport, his drivers license. Everything was a forgery. From what shield could find, Mark Grayson shouldn't exist, except he does and right now he's one of the most dangerous people in the world.

"Coleson, get Agent Romanoff here, I have a new assignment for her," he said. Sternly.

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(Three Months Later)

Mark was cleaning cups at the bar while talking to Luke, the two of them had hit it off quite well ever since the man had given him a job here. He'd been the first one to call when he heard about what happened at the Stark Expo, though in all fairness Marks list of contacts wasn't that long. It was still a nice gesture and one not many people home would've given, friend or not.

He'd spent five months in this new world and he honestly enjoyed it a lot more. Apart from the Stark Expo there was hardly any crime that he would refer to as 'Super'. People were able to walk around and enjoy their own lives. They still had time worry about normal things such as being mugged or having your car stolen, but when you compare it to superman picking up your car and throwing it at a villain doing basically no damage... the former is probably better.

"So you coming to the gym tomorrow, you impressed quite a few ladies during your last trip," Luke said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Wish I could, but I'm apartment hunting tomorrow," he replied.

"I've been mooching off Colleen enough, I need to get my own place." What he left unsaid was he was one bad situation away from pinning her down and ravaging her tight little cunt. Living with her had driven him to the edge more times than he could count. Trish the poor girl had taken the brunt of all of it, in fact she had to take a week off work once after a visit from Mark. Colleen seemed slightly reluctant for him to leave and while he had enjoyed his time with her even just as friends, but it was time to go out on his own. He still had the arc reactor that he wanted to study but he had no equipment at all to safely do it. He had a good amount of money stashed away, he could rent himself a good sized apartment and hopefully buy what he needed.

"I get that man... listen why don't you head off, it's slowing down now I can lock up," he said gesturing to the door.

"You sure? I got nowhere to be," Mark said offering to stay.

"Yeah I got this, look after yourself," Luke said waving him off.

"I'll see you later," Mark said as he put his cloth down and walked from behind the bar getting his jacket from the coat rack as he left. As he left through the doors a woman with blonde hair and a beautiful party dress watched him. This was none other than Natasha Romanoff, at the moment she was talking to some arrogant douchebag who thought just because she smiled and fluttered her eyes that she was a sure thing. Sadly she was on the clock. He did make good cover though, a beautiful woman drinking alone at a bar would bring attention.

She smiled and nodded along as he spoke, she'd already slipped something into his drink. "I'm just going to the ladies room," she said before slipping out from under her seat and going into the bathroom. She quickly switched clothing, taking her wig off and dress before switching into something more casual. She then opened the window and left the bar continuing to tail Mark.

As Mark walked back to the Dojo he heard a beep on his phone. Looking down he saw it was a text message from Trish.

Trish: Come over big boy I've got a craving for something big

Mark: Say no more

He closed his phone after replying and started heading towards Trish's apartment, nowadays he'd never turn down sex. Did it feel a bit unethical having sex with a woman that he wasn't in to romantically? Maybe... did he care? Hell no. Luckily Trish's place wasn't too far from the bar so he deducted to walk it instead of flying. Ringing her apartment number he was buzzed in, he took the elevator all the way up to her floor.

When he got to her door a smirk spread across his face. The door was open, she was probably wearing something sexy for him again. He opened the door, but instead of being greeted to something sexy he was punched in the face. Now he'd been punched in the face a lot, but he had to admit this one hurt.

Mark was launched backwards down the corridor while holding his nose which was now bloody. Coming out of Trish's apartment was a slender girl around his age with black hair thick lips and a pissed off expression on her face, she wore leather boots, jeans and a leather jacket. "Didn't your parents teach you to knock asshole," she said as Mark stood up.

"What was that for?" Mark asked as he rubbed his still stinging nose.

This only seemed to piss her off more and she lunged at him again. Mark side stepped her punch. "What's your problem!" He shouted, before ducking under another and pushing her back.

"My problem is that woman you're abusing is my sister," she said, before grabbing his shirt and tossing him against the wall cracking the concrete. "Fucking asshole!" She said kicking him.

"You'll be lucky if you can walk when I'm done with you!" She shouted.

Mark caught her next punch and countered with his own which made her double over. "I don't know what you think I've been doing, but you're wrong," Mark said, he weaved behind a wide swing from her before delivering two jabs and the a straight which hit her right in the chest which sent her back into Trish's apartment. Mark rubbed his stomach as he walked inside. "Listen let me call Trish we can get whatever this is sorted out," Mark said as he walked through the door only to be knocked over by the woman and slammed into the wall which made both of them crash into the next room.

Mark upped the strength he was using and slammed it into her lover making her sputter on top of him. He then kicked her off him which launched her through a different wall. Mark stood up from the ground, while she wasn't hitting him too badly he was starting to feel a little tender. The sound of feet tapping against wood sounded out in front of him and the strange woman screamed as she threw her fist forward, Mark bat it aside before blocking the next one and grabbing around her neck shifting her over and kneeing her in the stomach. She whipped her head back up moving him back then pushed her hands against both sides of the corridor and lifted her legs up to kick him.

Mark slid back but otherwise was unhurt. "Stop, we can be reasonable," he said trying to calm her down.

"I'm about seven bottles of whiskey away from reasonable right now," she replied before grabbing a metal baseball bat that had fallen to the floor.

"Don't hit me with that..." Mark said pointing his finger at her.

...

Trish was having such a nice dream, well it was a very naughty dream. It involved a certain handsome barman ruining her pussy while he held her hair. She didn't want the dream to end, but unfortunately it did when she awakened to a massive bang. She nearly fell out of her bed getting up, turning the light on she saw a massive hole in her bedroom wall. 'How much did I drink last night...'

*BANG*

She jumped and then reached for the bat she kept by her bed only to find it wasn't there. With no choice she moved quietly out of her bedroom hoping to make it to the front door before whoever was causing the banging took notice of her. However when she walked into the living area she found Jessica and Mark rolling around on the ground with Jessica trying to punch him while Mark was trying to restrain him.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Mark and Jessica both stopped fighting as they saw Trish standing there. Mark kicked Jessica off and she landed on the sofa. "What the fucks going on Jessica?!" Trish said as she wrapped her nightgown around her tighter. She then looked over to Mark who was getting up, he shrugged.

"Don't look at me I got a text from you asking to come over, when I came I got socked by happy over there," Mark said only to get a middle finger in response.

Trish aimed a glare towards Jessica who had at some point grabbed a bottle of whisky from somewhere. "You've been hiding bruises all along your body, especially around your neck, you're drinking more, partying all night, but mostly you're seeing him," Jessica said before taking a swig from her bottle.

Trish face palmed as her cheeks started to burn. "Jessica... he's not hitting me," she said.

*snort*

Trish looked up at Mark whose face was completely straight, his arms were crossed and he looked away from her. Trish turned back to Jessica "Jessica this is Mark, he doesn't hurt me... but sometimes I ask him to... get a little rough in the bedroom..." she said squeaking out the last part.

Jessica sat there on the sofa in utter silence. "I see..." she said.

Mark clapped his hands together "I think I'm gonna head back home."

"Me too," Jessica said standing up.

"Oh no you don't! You still need to explain why my apartment looks like a botched renovation and why you thought it was a good idea to break into my home! Steal my phone! Assault my friend! And you're gonna fix every damn hole you've made!" Trish practically screeched.

Jessica looked slightly worried for the first time Mark had seen her. Luckily he was already out of the door by the time she could even respond or try and rope him into it.

Mark thought perhaps it was a good idea to not to message Trish for a while, at least until she sorted out whatever issues she seemed to have. As he left the apartment building he sighed, he'd expected to get his dick sucked, but instead he had a girl with enhanced strength nearly kick him in there dick.

"Better head home," Mark said to himself. He had messaged Colleen to tell her that he wouldn't be coming home tonight and not to worry, he brought out his phone ready to type a new message in, but then he thought better of it as it was late and she might've been asleep. Putting his phone away he decided to head back to the Dojo and maybe come in through the fire ladder so he didn't wake her up.

Looking at Mark through a pair of binoculars was Natasha who had watched the entire fight —as best as she could through the windows. She had even intercepted a few calls the neighbours made for the police to come.

*Agent Romanoff are you sure?*

"100% whomever he was fighting was enhanced, maybe a mutant or experiment of some kind," Nat replied.

*Understood, we will look into her and any associates she had, meanwhile keep following the target, make contact at your digression*

"Acknowledged," Nat replied before ending the call and preparing to move out again.

...

It was a mentally exhausted Mark who flew up to the fire escape and opening the window to the dojo. He tried to be as quiet as he could so he didn't actually step on the ground, he hovered a centipede metre or two above it and just simulated walking —Incase he got caught. However as he moved closer to the door that led into the apartment, he could hear moaning. Blood rushed straight south into his dick when he saw Colleen on the sofa he usually slept on. She was fully naked, her body caked in sweat, her legs were spread and her hand was furiously rubbing her clit while the other pinched her nipples.

"Mmmmm! Aaaah! Mark..." she hissed as she moved her hand further down and inserted a finger into her pussy.

Mark felt his cock attempt to rip through his jeans as he inspected Colleen. Her tanned skin made the sweat stand out on the body and served to make her look even more erotic, her nipples were dark brown erect little pebbles that were on two small breasts, she constantly pulled on her nipples and rolled them in her fingers. Further down mark felt himself lick his lips as he was treated to a slender waist with the outline of muscles and just below that a forest of dark pubic hair concealing her tiny pussy.

Mark was done playing around, he was going to ruin her.

Mark pushed the door to the apartment open and Colleen jolted in panic. "Mark!?" She said as her cheeks started to redden and she moved to get up —already covering her nipples.

"Stay there," Mark growled out.

Colleen didn't know why, but she listened. She lay back down on the sofa though she was still covering her parts. Meanwhile Mark just looked at her intensely. She would be lying if she said that the way he looked at her didn't make her body tingle. "No more games, I'm taking you right now," Mark said leaving no room for argument as he took his shirt off. Colleen could feel her pussy convulsing in anticipation for what he was about to do, she even found herself moving her hands away and letting Mark look at her body entirely.

Mark ripped his trousers off next letting his cock flop out, Colleen's eyes widened as she looked at it. It was huge, a little longer than her Katana handle, but much thicker. She wondered how that was supposed to fit inside her when she could barely get two fingers inside.

Mark however wasn't patient enough to consider such things and he crossed the distance between them in only a few seconds slipping between Colleen's legs and giving her a long lick from her stomach through the valley of her breasts and ending at her chin. "Uhhh," Colleen moaned as her pussy started tingling again.

Mark looked her in the eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. He was rough with her, forcing his tongue inside as he ground his cock against her clit, it was driving Colleen wild and made her want to punch her past self for waiting this long. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, playing and twirling her own tongue around his. His hands moved up her body and started playing with her breasts, her eyes widened and she moaned loudly into his mouth as he started to pinch her nipples.

Marks lust only continued to grow as he could feel the heat and wetness under his cock each time he rubbed against her. The smell of her juices mixed in with her sweat was like an aphrodisiac, he couldn't wait any longer. He disconnected the kiss and looked at her, she was panting breathlessly her cheeks still burning red.

"I'm putting it in," he said to her. She didn't reply she only moved her hands down her body before spreading her pussy for him.

Mark moved back and rubbed his dick against her once more before moving it down to her hole. She held her legs up putting her dainty feet on his chest. Mark lined his cock up and pushed forward, at first he didn't even think it would go in, but eventually gave and the head of his cock stretched out her hole and pushed itself inside.

"Holy fuck!!!" Colleen screamed as if felt as if someone had pushed a baseball bat inside her. She was glad she had no hymen to break, she couldn't imagine what that would've felt like. Her pussy was being stretched so far it felt like he might break her in half, but she also felt a pleasure like she'd never felt before, she wanted him further, she wanted all of it inside her.

Mark slowed himself giving her time to adjust when he pushed inside her toes had curled against his chest and she'd gripped the sofa. Mark was struggling too, she had the tightest pussy he had ever been inside. It was so tight he could feel it pulse inside her, but what made it worse was the heat. Her pussy was so wet and hot. If he didn't concentrate he'd be shooting his cum out in the next few strokes. "More..." she whispered beneath him.

Happy to oblige Mark pushed his cock inside further. Inch after inch her pussy enveloped him, she moaned and wiggled under him a mixture of pain and pleasure plastered to her face. Though eventually pleasure won out. "UHHHHHH!!!" She screamed as she had her first orgasm at the same time Mark had pushed the final inch inside her.

Her toned legs stretched out and she shakes underneath him as she moaned. Mark couldn't wait anymore, the way she moaned and the way her face flushed sent tingles straight down to his groin. Putting her legs down at his side he leaned forward and started thrusting in and out of her. "It's so... AHHH!" Colleen moaned as he started increasing the speed.

Overwhelmed with lust and desire she wrapped her arms around his neck again and kissed him. Though this time she was the aggressor and she explored his mouth with her tongue, this only served to make Mark move faster and send Colleen tumbling into another orgasm this one more explosive than the last. She wasn't given a moments rest, the only thing she could do was wrap her legs around Mark and let him use her body as he pleased. She felt like he was hollowing her out with his dick, it made her feel so full that she could feel the emptiness inside when he drew it out.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She moaned as she pushed her face into the crook of his neck. Her pussy was squirting almost continuously at this point, it was so much she didn't know if it was from her orgasm or if Mark had fucked her bladder control out the window. At this point she didn't care.

Her pussy was so tight she could feel it when Marks cock started to twitch, he started to move faster inside of her. She wasn't on the pill, she knew she should ask him to pull out, but she wanted it. She wanted him to fill her up with his cum, she had never wanted something more in her entire life. So contrary to what she should've done, she wrapped her arms and legs around Mark and started thrusting against him. "UHHHHH CUM INSIDE!" She moaned as he hit her G spot continuously sending her into her own orgasm.

Mark roared before he started shooting rope after rope of his cum inside of Colleen. Her pussy pulsed and convulsed around him as if trying to milk his cock. He'd never had such good sex in his life, her pussy was like a wet furnace and it continuously convulsed around him. It took nearly 30 seconds for him to stop cumming, and even after it stopped Colleen started running her tongue against his skin licking the small amount of sweat that had started to build up.

He looked down at her. "I hope you're ready for more," he said.

The tightening of her pussy around her cock was more than enough of an answer for him.

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Waking up to the naked form of Colleen playing on his body was a sight Mark never knew he needed to see. Her back was something Mark had always liked seeing, the gentle curvature of her spine that made way to her little peach of an ass. He could feel her nipples pressed into his chest as well as her soft thighs, his cock was nestled between both of them and it was rapidly hardening. Unfortunately Mark could see it was just past eleven in the morning, he had a showing with a realtor in Harlem in around an hour and he couldn't be late. He felt a bit bad for smashing and dashing, but considering what he did to her last night he couldn't imagine she'd be waking up anytime soon.

Slipping from underneath her he considered slipping back inside her when he was greeted to her backside which still had red hand marks on each cheek. 'Not today, you got shit to do,' he thought to himself before heading to the bathroom.

A shower and some fresh clothes later he was ready to go, wanting to get there quick he went through the fire escape again. Shooting off the metal structure he flew up between the building scarring off a bunch of pigeons as he emerged over the building, he flew even higher before floating for a second. Even after nearly a year of having his powers flying never got old.

"WOOOOO!" He shouted as he shot off through the sky, flying through downtown Manhattan, weaving through the buildings. He made sure to pass a few buildings that he'd never heard of back in his own world such as Stark Tower or the Baxter building, while the first looked high tech and futuristic the second was unassuming, but from what he's heard there was no shortage of geniuses in there. Flying past them he crossed into Harlem, landing in an alleyway only a block away from the meeting point, he went to a local deli and got himself two foot long cheesesteaks and then ate both of them on the walk over there. As he threw the wrapper into the trash he accidentally knocked into someone, considering who he was that person quickly ended up on the ground.

*Beep*

*Beep*

*Beep*

"Sorry man, you okay?" Make asked as he turned around to see a slender man in a blue long sleeve and a baseball cap.

The man on the ground forced a smile onto his face clearly hiding the pain. "I'm alright... you're pretty strong," he said as he rubbed his shoulder.

Mark reached down and helped him up. "I used to wrestle in high school," he said with a straight face. Humorous by the fact that Mark looked nearly as slender as he did under his baggy clothes. The man laughed as Mark lifted him up by his arm.

*beep*

*beep*

*beep*

"Neat watch you got there," Mark said looking at the man's wrist.

"I have low blood pressure," he replied.

Mark nodded before asking if he was okay again and then heading off to his meeting with the real estate agent.

...

Walking into the coffee shop they were due to meet at it was pretty busy so finding her wasn't going to be easy. To be fair even if it wasn't it would've been difficult, all he had was her name and that she'd be wearing a white blouse with a black skirt and tights. Scanning the cafe he managed to see someone fitting that description, though honestly he doubted it could be her.

Shining hair cascading down her face and back in red wavy curls, plump lips, slim but sharp jaw, emerald green eyes. Mark wasn't even going to look down cause he knew their business talks would be pretty awkward If he was sitting there with a massive erection. Moving over to him she turned her head and smiled before waving him over.

"Natalie Romana?" Mark said slightly unsure as he approached her.

"Mark Greyson," she said with a beaming smile as she stood up and offered out her hand

Mark returned her handshake. 'Huh that's weird,' he thought to himself as he felt her hand. Just like all his other senses Marks sense of touch had been dialled up beyond what was normally human and while he nulled his senses when he didn't need them they were still peak human level. Because of this he noticed her hands, not only were they calloused like his and Colleen's, but she seemed to have gone through the effort of covering them up.

"Oooo a strong grip you have," she said before giggling and raising her other hand up to cover her mouth.

"So I've been told," he said letting go.

"So I hear you have a place for me to look at," he said with a smile.

Natalie nodded before pulling his arm over to sit down. "I have a few properties I think you'd like, but honestly only one of them meets all your criteria," she said as she reached into her back and brought out several folders. She placed them on the table and leaned forward which strained the top button of her blouse so much then Mark thought it might burst off.

Mark took the folder with her only sparing a glance at her cleavage before looking at the listing.

*220 St. Nicholas Avenue, New York, NY 10027*

"A bit of an old loft style apartment, but it has a massive floor space as well as an open second floor, a large balcony and it's close by to the power grid, you're also only half a mile away from Malcolm X Boulevard," she said excitedly.

Looking at the pictures Mark had to admit he was impressed, there was plenty of space, an open second floor where he could set up a lab. He was also close enough that he could tap into the power grid. "Asking price?" Mark asked as he looked back up at her.

"Fifteen fifty," she said a little sheepishly.

Mark chuckled. "What's the catch?" He said. There's no way an apartment like this goes for fifteen fifty a month without something being extremely wrong with it.

Natalie seemed to cringe as she leaned back in her seat. "The area the apartment building has seen a rise in violent crime, the last person living here was shot twice on his doorstep," she said pretty grimly.

Mark nodded. "If you don't mind I'd like to take a look at it, but if it's as advertised you've made your sale Miss Roma."

Natalie clapped her hands "Yay!" She said giggling. "We should celebrate, this is actually my first ever sale," she said excitedly while grabbing his arm.

Mark laughed, amused by her enthusiasm "I'm all for it, but I do wanna see the place before signing anything," he said.

"Pfffft leave the boring stuff till later, I wanna have some fun!" Natalie said as she pulled him up, her enthusiasm infectious.

For the next few hours Mark and Natalie walked around Harlem taking in the sights, visiting the stands they had out for some sort of culture festival. They ate food, played games, drank some cocktails. It was kind of strange of Mark was honest, while he couldn't say he'd met many real estate agents he can't imagine many were like Natalie. Though maybe it's just down to her youth and inexperience, or maybe she was attracted to him. Though he doubted it was the latter, he didn't know why but he could tell that Natalie wasn't attracted to him, or at least she didn't feel any sexual desire when she looked at him.

She'd even taken him to a club called Harlems paradise, another strange place. It somehow managed to be pretty sophisticated and yet seedy at the same time, though the drinks were good and so was the music so he couldn't complain. It was kinda late when she finally took him to what he hoped would be his new apartment. Walking inside, he noticed immediately the walls weren't painted, you could see the layered brick on all sides. Though the walls that housed the open second floor were painted a dark orange colour. Overall it looked pretty good, the kitchen was spacious, there was even a closet for a laundry room.

Natalie was looking a little tipsy from all the cocktails they had last night, she kicked off her heels when she walked through giggling as she made her way to the fridge. "The owners were kind enough to spring a little when they finally sold the apartment," she said as she opened the door and took out a fancy looking bottle.

"Réserve d'Or de Champagne," she said showing him the bottle. "It means—"

"Champagne golden reserve," Mark finished as he walked through the apartment to the kitchen island.

Natalie made an 'O' shape with her mouth "I didn't know you knew French," she said. "Any other languages I don't know about?" She said with a wide grin.

"A few others maybe..." Mark said with a sheepish expression.

"When I was younger I got it through my head that I'd travel the world, so I thought I should at least learn some of the languages," he explained.

"How far did you make it?" Natalie asked as she attempted to open the bottle.

"This is my first stop," Mark said with a chuckle as he took a seat at the island.

"Oooh where are you from originally?" she asked.

"New Jersey... so I still have quite a ways to go," he replied.

"You gotta start somewhere," she said encouragingly as she tried to open the bottle. "This should definitely be easier," she said nearly falling over and giggling when she did.

"Here let me have a crack at it," Mark said holding his hand out. She handed him the bottle and he easily popped the cork.

"Oooo strong and smart, I bet you're a hit with the ladies," Natalie said brushing her hand against his arm.

"I do okay," he said with a grin.

"Why don't you look around the apartment, while I find some glasses, I think you'll like the view from the balcony," she said.

"Sure," Mark said as he walked behind her and started looking through the apartment proper. He started with the second floor and then worked his way down, it was all pretty perfect for his needs, at least for now. Later he would like to own a bit of land outside the city, if he was ever gonna get home he'd need some peace and quiet to try and figure it out. Mark went to the balcony, it was once again pretty spacious, enough for a six seater table and a bbq, even a hot tub if he wanted.

He leaned against the edge looking down at the city streets below, his apartment wasn't too tall so it was quite loud, but he didn't mind all that much. As he leaned over the railing he looked at Natalie's ID that he'd lifted from her when he walked past her. There were lots of things about the woman that just didn't add up, the way she looked, the way she acted. She pretended to be carefree and loose but he could see the minute shifts in her body whenever he would reach over to her.

Though he could just be being paranoid, he had spent so long in Gotham he always second guessed people and their intentions. She hadn’t done anything negative towards him so far, so he’d give her a chance.

"I found some glasses!" Natalie said as she brought them through. "They aren't champagne glasses sadly," she said with a little pout as she approached Mark.

Mark palmed her ID and slipped it back into her pocket when she handed him over the drink. "A drink is a drink," he said with a smile.

"Here's to my first sale, and your first New York apartment," she said holding up her glass and clinking it against his own. They both then drank from their cups, Natalie hummed in delight at the taste and almost tripped over as she downed the whole thing. Mark snorted as he stopped her from falling over, she gladly took his arm laughing and putting her head on his chest.

"Sorry... I think I'm a little tipsy," she giggled.

"Just a bit," Mark said as he took another sip of his drink.

"How is it? Do you like it?" She asked with bright eyes.

Mark tilted his head before taking another sip and swishing it through his mouth. "I haven't had champagne before, but it's good," he said.

Suddenly there was a massive explosion, that shook the building. Mark steadied himself and Natalie. "Are you okay?" He asked, when she gave a nod he quickly ran over to the building, he could see a large fireball blow up into the air as another explosion rocketed off.

"Shit! I need to go," Mark said to Natalie as he set the champagne glass down and quickly started to gather his things.

"Isn't it too dangerous?" She asked with worry on her face. "Wouldn't it be better to stay here until whatever that is sorts itself out?"

"I'm sorry but I gotta make sure my friends are alright," he said before he rushed out of the apartment. "I'll call you soon, make sure to stay inside."

...

Mark flew across the skies, pushing himself to go faster and reach the devastation. As he got to it he could see the wake of destruction of whatever monster was loose. He landed on the street where he saw numerous fires, broken storefronts, exploded cars, torn up concrete. Mark moved quickly helping as many people as he could, a lot of them were trapped so he did his best in getting them out before following the trail that had been left behind.

"Mark!" Someone called out as he jogged down the street.

Mark turned his head. "Luke!? What the hell you doing here," he said as he rushed over to the man who looked like he was trying to lift a truck up.

"I was visiting a few friends in Harlem when some abomination started killing everyone," Luke replied. "Help me with this," he said as he started trying to lift again. Mark joined him and they managed to lift it enough that the man's legs weren't trapped anymore.

"Help him to the refuge centre down on 22nd I'm gonna go see if anyone else needs some help," Mark said as Luke lifted the man up.

"You be careful man, whatever that monster was, he isn't right," Luke said as he started heading back.

Mark continued forward this time forgoing running and flying. He knew he was getting close when he heard the sound of gunfire. Turning a corner he saw what could only be described as an abomination attacking the city. At least twelve feet tall, heavily muscled, bones protruding from different parts of its body. But that wasn't the only monster causing damage, there was a big green one that was fighting the abomination. Their fight was causing even more destruction than he had seen when coming up here.

Mark tensed his whole body and coiled himself while he floated. He then shot toward both monsters so fast that the wind displaced slipped several cars. The abomination was pounding the green one's face into the ground when Mark was upon it. He flipped forward mid air before gripping both hands together and slamming them into the creature. He was sent skidding across the concrete creating a large grove as he did. "Stay down..." Mark said as he landed on the green one. Though from the angry look expression on the creatures face he didn't think that would happen.

Mark drew his fist back and punched him as hard as he could. He punched him so hard that he fractured his own hand. The result was the creatures jaw was shattered and he swallowed his teeth, but right in front of him he started to heal and it seemed he was only getting angrier. 'Ah fuck...' Mark thought before the green monster grabbed him and roared as it started slamming him into the ground. Mark kicked his hand off and tried to fly back but the green giant jumped on him and started slamming his fists into him again and again.

Mark had never really been hurt after they'd gotten his powers, but honestly right now he could say that it hurt. It hurt as much as it did when he sparred with Ted Grant when he was 13. Whatever this creature was it was just as strong as he was, and yet it seemed to be getting stronger.

"Don't forget about me!" A creature roared as he slammed into the hulk slamming his head into the ground. Mark wasn't able to rest for a moment though as their fight was leading them to people who had yet to escape. Despite his bloody state and pained body he zoomed toward them, sliding under both creatures, and grabbing two of the civilians and tossing them off to the sidewalk. It would probably hurt them, but at the moment the alternative was being squashed.

Mark then kicked the abominations knee which gave the hulk the chance to uppercut the creature. He was about to be sent flying but Mark caught him by the leg and slammed him into the hulk. Before spinning around horizontally and kicking them both further into the ground. The abomination roared and head butted the hulk before slamming his elbow into Mark.

Mark managed to catch it, which was good as if he hadn't he would've just been impaled by one of the bone protrusions. "You... where did you get such power," the abomination asked as he moved up off hulk.

Mark who was being pushed back against a wall while holding the creatures elbow could only shrug. "I guess you got the short end of the deal," he jabbed.

"A god is a god," he roared before pressing it even further. However paying attention to Mark was a folly as the Hulk got up from behind him and hit him in the back of the head before trying to choke him. At the same time Mark snapped off the bone which made the abomination roar, Mark then stabbed it into his chest then raised his legs up and kicked both of them across the street where they burst into a courtyard. Mark flew after them but, the abomination slammed a light pole into him sending him off course and into the Hulk who grabbed him and smashed him against the ground before spinning around and throwing him into the air.

Both these creatures were crazy strong and their healing and durability made them walking tanks. Mark had a few broken ribs and a broken shoulder; he didn't feel like counting the brakes and features in his face. Stopping himself from falling he floated there, only to see a helicopter come in closer and try to kill the abomination with a chain gun. Mark started flying toward them, but as he did the abomination managed to damage the helicopter and it started to crash. Mark flew towards it urging himself to go faster, he managed to catch it before it slammed into a building. He then set it down in the same courtyard he'd just been thrown out of. Ripping the door off the hinges he looked inside. "Everyone alright in here," he asked.

"Thanks to you son," an older man with a moustache in a military uniform said. As he turned his head he saw that both creatures were fighting again, before he could rejoin however he was grabbed by the arm.

"Please you have to help him!" A woman said desperately.

"I'm doing my best... it isn't easy fighting two hulking monsters you know," Mark replied.

"No I mean the green one, you have to help him! He's on our side," she said explaining herself.

Mark raised an eyebrow before looking at the destruction around them. "He has a funny way of showing it," he stated.

"She's telling the truth I'm afraid... the green one is an ally," the older man said.

Mark nodded. At least it would make it a bit easier if he only had to fight one of them. He zoomed off towards them, the abomination had hulk pinned against the wall so Mark aimed for his legs hitting the backs of both of them forcing him to kneel. Hulk took advantage of this and headbutted him before peppering him with multiple blows that shook the courtyard. The abomination tried to fight back but Mark grabbed his arm which allowed the Hulk to keep on slamming his fists into him.

Mark added to this hitting him in the side barely giving him any room to breathe. Eventually the Hulk roared and sent a powerful punch into the centre of his chest and launched him backwards across the courtyard. The green monster then looked at Mark with an angry expression. Mark raised his hands up. "It was an honest misunderstanding, I didn't know you were a friend," he said.

This didn't seem to make the Hulk any happier, but at least he didn't attack him. They were both then drawn to the abomination who roared again lifting several chains that had weighted metal bells on the ends. The Hulk charged towards him getting hit as the other monster swung it towards him. Mark managed to fly through all of them and the connect a punch straight towards the nominations chest. 'I need to end this now,' Mark thought to himself.

Mark started channelling his inner monster and started throwing fist after fist at the creature beneath him, dodging when he tried to counter and then continuing his pummelling. "RAAAAAH!" The abomination roared, but Marks speed and power were unreal and he was breaking bones faster than they could be healed. Mark sensed the Hulk charging behind him and so he flew up into the sky just in time to see.

"HULK SMASH!"

The creature roared as he brought both his fists down on the abomination. The entire courtyard shattered and the buildings in the area shifted. But that wasn't the end as Mark had continued flying up and now he shot back down. He was very tempted to call out Mark Smash, but knew he'd probably regret it for the rest of his life if he did. The Hulk seemed to be aware of what he was doing and moved out of the sway just in time to see Mark make contact feet first into the creature.

This made the buildings closest to them shift again with the one in the courtyard actually starting to list. Meanwhile after the smoke cleared he could see the monster in a large crater, his body looked like it had been turned into past, bone had exploded out of his skin and there was a thick sludge that looked like his blood everywhere. Mark sighed in relief that it was over, his body hurt more than it ever had. He just wanted go to sleep.

"High five?" Mark said to the Hulk who was stood growling next to him.

He did not receive a high five.

Mark then turned to the helicopter and watched as they all got out now that it was safe. The woman ran straight over to the Hulk while the older man walked over to him.

"Thank you for saving us son and protecting Harlem from that monster," he said.

"I'm General Ross, and I'd very much like if we could speak to each other again," the man said. He had just seen someone capable of taking down the Hulk, not only that but he could fly as well. He needed to know if this was able to be harnessed or if he was the result of someone else's Super Soldier Project.

Mark took the man's card. "I'll see you later General, right now I need a shower," he replied as he launched himself into the air and headed home. He looked back one more time only to see that the Hulk had jumped off in the opposite direction.

...

It didn't take long for Mark to get home, he was only glad that Colleen wouldn't be here today as she said she was visiting a friends house in New Jersey so he could wash up and not explain the blood. As he walked into his apartment he could immediately tell something was off, but he didn't do anything and decided to head to the bathroom and wash the blood off and bandage his wounds.

When he walked out of the bathroom he was greeted by a man he hadn't seen before standing by the window.

"It's about time we meet Mark Greyson."

Mark narrowed his eyes as he looked over to the man dressed in leather with an eyepatch.  "Who're you supposed to be."

"I am Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D... and you shouldn't be here."

(Hope you guys like it, if you do then a Part 2 could be in the future)