Marvel’s Most Normal Man: Just Let Me Make Coffee!

Chapter 1: "Welcome to My Completely Normal Café"

When I woke up in New York, I had a mild existential crisis.

Not because I had memories of another life (which was strange but not alarming). Not because I woke up with a fully furnished apartment and a legal identity (which was suspicious but convenient).

No, my real crisis started when I stepped outside and realized…

This world was Marvel.

Sort of.

There were no superheroes flying around, no laser beams, no magic battles in the sky. Just a regular, bustling city.

I checked newspapers, social media, even asked a few strangers, and everything seemed… normal. Stark Industries existed, but there were no mentions of Iron Man. There was a Parker family in Queens, but no one named Spider-Man. There were politicians named Wilson and Osborn, but nothing about supervillains.

I came to a simple conclusion:

This was a timeline where no one had powers.

And you know what? I was totally okay with that.

So, I did what any sensible man would do when given a fresh start in life—I opened a café.

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Three Months Later...

It was a calm morning, like every other day in my small café in Hell's Kitchen.

The bell above the door jingled as my first customer of the day strolled in.

A man in a tailored suit, stylish sunglasses, and an air of overwhelming confidence.

I barely glanced at him as I wiped down the counter. "Morning, sir. What can I get you?"

"Black coffee."

Ah, a man of simple tastes.

As I poured his drink, I noticed the way he casually scanned the café, as if expecting something to explode.

"First time here?" I asked, setting the coffee down in front of him.

He removed his sunglasses, revealing very familiar goatee and smug smirk.

"Yeah. Heard this place was… special."

I nodded. "We grind our own beans."

He blinked. "That's… not what I meant."

I shrugged. "Well, that's what makes us special."

The man—who I now recognized as Tony Stark, minus the Iron Man flair—just chuckled. "Right. I suppose that's all there is to it."

There was something off about his tone.

Like he was testing me.

But I ignored it. People were weird. I had long accepted that.

Before I could ask if he wanted anything else, the café door swung open again.

A young guy with messy brown hair, slightly oversized clothes, and a frazzled expression entered, fumbling with his wallet.

"U-uh, do you guys have anything under five dollars?"

I raised an eyebrow. "We have water."

He groaned. "Figures."

Tony snorted. "Put it on my tab, kid."

The young man turned, blinking rapidly. "Wait… really?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it."

As I made the order, I casually asked, "So, you two know each other?"

Tony smirked. "Something like that."

The kid, who I realized was probably Peter Parker, gave a nervous laugh.

I found it funny.

Two people who should've been superheroes, just normal dudes grabbing coffee.

Maybe this world wasn't so different from my old one.

…

Right?

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Meanwhile, Outside the Café…

Across the street, a bald man in a trench coat stood watching.

"Director Fury," an agent spoke into his earpiece. "We've confirmed that every high-profile individual who enters that café… loses all powers and abilities within a 100-kilometer radius."

Nick Fury narrowed his eye. "And the owner?"

"No powers. No mutations. No enhanced genes. Just… a guy."

Fury frowned.

Just a guy?

Then why was the entire universe panicking over him?