Marvel: I can turn into anything.

Lusborn stepped out of the house and onto the sidewalk, inhaling the fresh but slightly damp air.

The sky above was cloudy, with patches of the sun peeking through the gaps, casting a soft golden glow over the city.

A strong breeze whistled through the streets, tugging lightly at his clothes, sending discarded paper and leaves scuttling along the pavement.

It wasn't aggressive, just enough to make him consider going back for a coat, but he decided against it. 

His first priority was replacing his lost phone and lines, and for that, he needed to head to Queens.

Walking steadily, his footsteps were nearly in sync with the rhythm of the city, blending into the morning rush of pedestrians.

Eventually, he arrived at the nearest train station, boarding a train heading directly to Queens. 

The moment he stepped off, he took a brief pause to observe his surroundings.

Queens was bustling, but it looked very different from what he remembered in his previous life.

He had lived in New York for a few months back then, but this world, this Marvel reality, was significantly more advanced.

Stark Industries had clearly pushed technology decades ahead, and while the city still had its usual grit and chaos, there was an undeniable polish to it.

Giant holographic billboards, sleek automated transport systems, and cleaner streets than what he was used to—it was the same yet distinctly different.

However, Lusborn didn't let this distract him; he was here for a purpose.

As he walked, he eventually spotted a medium-sized electronics store with a modern aesthetic—large glass windows displaying the latest tech, bright lights, and an air of professionalism that seemed welcoming.

With no particular reason to hesitate, he entered.

Almost immediately, he was approached by a trio of store attendants, young women eager to make a sale.

He figured they were working on commission, and while he didn't care much about that, he decided to go with the first one who reached him.

She was a short brunette with a friendly, business-like smile and wasted no time in guiding him through their best options.

After a few minutes of browsing, he settled on a top-tier smartphone and an equally powerful laptop—both Stark Industries' latest models.

He wasn't about to cheap out on tech, not with the things he had planned. Security, processing power, efficiency—all of it had to be top-notch. The price was high, but he could afford it. 

Upon completing his purchase, the cashier offered him a laptop bag for an additional charge, which he accepted without hesitation. It made carrying it much easier, and it was a smart business move from the store to have such add-ons available. He slung the bag over his shoulder and stepped out onto the busy street once again, blending into the crowd.

With his tech needs covered, it was time to take the next step. He needed to conduct some research, and for that, he required anonymity.

There were too many prying eyes in this world, and Lusborn had no intention of alerting the wrong people by making suspicious searches on his personal device.

Government agencies, private corporations, and underground factions all had their ways of monitoring digital activity.

If he wanted to look into sensitive topics without raising red flags, he needed a more discreet approach.

That led him to Hell's Kitchen.

Hailing a taxi, he soon found himself in one of the most infamous districts in Marvel's New York.

Hell's Kitchen was a breeding ground for crime, corruption, and lawlessness, making it the perfect place for him to move unnoticed.

If there was any part of the city where people didn't ask questions, where anonymity was a way of life, it was here.

The taxi ride wasn't long, and once he arrived, he stepped out onto the rough, uneven pavement.

The air smelled of smoke, grease, and something faintly metallic, probably blood.

The streets were lined with old buildings, neon signs flickering above bars, pawn shops, and shady establishments that catered to all sorts of clientele.

People moved about with sharp eyes, some in a hurry, others lingering as if waiting for trouble to find them.

Lusborn ignored all of it, walking with a casual but deliberate pace, his eyes scanning for what he needed.

A few minutes later, he found it—a dingy internet café tucked between a liquor store and a repair shop.

The place was exactly what he was looking for: outdated, barely maintained, and most importantly, unmonitored.

The kind of place where people came and went without leaving a trace.

Steeling himself, he pushed open the glass door and stepped inside. The scent that greeted him was overwhelming—a mix of cigarette smoke, stale coffee, unwashed bodies, and fried food.

The lighting was dim, the overhead fluorescent bulbs flickering occasionally as if deciding whether or not to give out entirely.

Rows of outdated computers lined the walls, each one accompanied by a rickety chair and a desk covered in graffiti and old drink stains.

The hum of machines and the occasional click of a keyboard were the only sounds, aside from the muffled conversations of the few patrons scattered around the room.

Walking up to the front counter, he handed over some cash to the bored-looking attendant—a middle-aged man with greasy hair and a yellowing undershirt—who barely looked up from his magazine before sliding Lusborn a small receipt with a login code.

Transaction complete, Lusborn moved to an empty terminal near the back, away from prying eyes.

He pulled out the chair, wincing as it let out a loud creak under his weight, then powered on the computer.

As the old machine whirred to life, he leaned back slightly, exhaling.

Now, it was time to begin his research.

...

I apologise for the late updates but I had some shit I had to take care of first. Though I promise I will be updating frequently now.

Unless otherwise.

Also, would like to thank many of you that have given me a lot of new ideas to try out in this fan fic as Lusborn has a lot of potential. 

But now I have a different problem.

He will grow strong, pretty strong, and very quickly that most of the events in X men and Marvel [MCU] will be child's play for him.

And that is where you guys come in.

I am not well versed with comics so I will need your help on some of the events that would be very interesting for him to pass through.

I need anything, anything at all so long as it is interesting. Though you will have to tell me where I can get more infor on that event and all that shit.

Anyway, thanx.

....

Also pliz support my other works, I need help with that too. Still new in this thing so.... will need u guys.

Especially my novel, I Somehow Became The Almighty Creator.

See you tomorrow.