Marvel: The First Son

On the dawn of a cold February morning, a man walked through the streets of one of the greatest cities in the world, his eyes unfocused and his hands buried in his pockets, stopping only upon reaching a gas station on still quiet street

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*that concludes the current situational briefing. Professor*

'Thank you, Cero'

As I look off into the morning, I can't help but wonder what the future holds now.

'It should be quite interesting, right Cero?'

*I believe so Sir*

'Cero pull up as much information as you can on Anthony Edward Stark, Stephen Vincent Strange, and Nicholas Joseph Fury.'

*Understood Sir, if we wish to proceed I recommend fabricating a passable Identity*

'Good point Cero, find me the nearest Police precinct and compile the Information on the Targets into Dossiers for me'

*Understood Sir*

Heading towards the gas station and walking past the entrance, I make a beeline for the bathroom, with a bit of luck, some schmuck with 20 Bucks will give a generous donation in order for me to reach the more central part of the city without having to walk all the way .

-Rattle Rattle- The Refusal of the bathroom door to be open being the only showstopper.

"Dammit, stupid America and their locked bathroom doors. What am I gonna steal? Soap? Water? Ooooo I'm here to steal your fucking Mirrors! Ooga Booga Ghost shit"

"Who the fuck are you?" a voice interrupted my fantastic monologue. "Can't you see I'm trying to shit here?" the door slams open and a rather gruff-looking chubby man with suspiciously dry hands stomps out. " I said, who the hell are you!?"

"I am the donee... the doned, the doneified? You know what just call me the Beneficiary of a very kind donation from an... exemplary citizen."

"A what from a what!?"

"You're being robbed toots."

-Bam!- a punch square in the Jaw ending the conversation.

"I swear, nobody respects good comedy anymore." grabbing the man by the back of his collar and dragging him into the bathroom with me, a quick search through his pockets yielded a nice 200$ in assorted bills and some change, and an ID card revealing his name to be Boris Ramirez.

"Wow, racial ambiguity, so progressive. I'll pay you back later buddy, promise."

Walking back out and closing the door behind me, I walk into the gas station and ask the Cashier if they could call me a cab to the City, giving them 5$ for the trouble.

"Thanks, for the help, with my phone dead I would have had to walk all the way."

"No problem Mr, aren't you cold though?" the cashier asks.

"Never. I'm too cool to feel cold."

".....sure dude whatever you say."

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Getting out of the cab, I look up at the 121st precinct.

'Cero, are we close enough to access the Information Hub?'

*Yes Professor, should I begin the Identity fabrication process?*

'Yes, please do, put it under my own name, Perseus Havi Black, in the future. I'm going to have to interact with quite a several rather prestigious people, a middling identity won't cut it, put in my Ph.D.'s in Theoretical Physics, Behavioural Science, Astrophysics, Mathematics, and Psychology as well as my Ba's in Chemical Engineering and Nuclear Engineering. That should be more than enough to put me on the radar, make sure to put each in foreign Universities, and make me an orphan preferably from somewhere that shutdown, the fewer holes in the story the better, the same with employment, closed or destroyed places, make sure to include my living situation under the same vein.'

*Confirmed Sir, are you certain you wish to use your own Name? Creating an alternate would be more secure.*

'You're right that it would be safer Cero, but I do wish to retain some of my own Identity after all.'

*Yes Sir, beginning creation... Identity creation completed.*

'Great! now to find a DMV and get me some ID! Cero find me one please'

*Understood Sir. locating route.*

'Now 2017, if remember right, we should be at the beginning of the year that Ragnarok took place in now, averting Ragnarok seems a bit too difficult for me now honestly, getting off-world is going to be hard anyways let alone gaining trust from any of the big dogs. My best bet is to find a place to stay after establishing an identity and then find funds and the ability to actually do something in a world full of Superpowered Humans and Gods and Aliens and a literal creator God, which could think me out of existence... You know this stuff seems way scarier now that I think about it.'

Walking along the streets I finally notice that I'm a tad underdressed to be walking in the February cold and that maybe I should actually grab a sweater, 'New York has to have pawn shops right?'

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Walking out of a thrift store wearing a black army sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of black boots I feel quite a bit more comfortable in the February cold.

'Now to Business, in order to operate without worry on planet earth, I will need to earn Fury's trust first, operating without arousing suspicion is possible but sounds overly difficult. Cero, any ideas to earn a Secret Agent who trusts no one's trust?'

*Uncertain Sir, maybe a show of character?*

'Hmm, not a bad Idea Cero, but what to do?'