1 Waking Up In An Orphanage

Opening my eyes, I winced at the pain that wracked it's way through my body like a tortuous tremor.

Well, I say I opened my eyes but I could barely even manage that.

What I could manage to see through the blurriness that seemed to plague my eyesight right now, was a woman dressed like a nun...washing my legs? I was instantly put on edge, wondering where I was and who this woman was.

I would've moved--or spoken up to her, but I couldn't. Any move resulted in mind-boggling pain and my throat refused to make any noise - not that I could even open my mouth anyway.

The last thing I could remember before I lost consciousness again, was that I'd just been falling. I remember seeing the Earth, then I felt hot all over, then the ground got real close, real quick...and I somehow stopped myself before slowly gliding to the ground in some orphanages courtyard. I only knew it was an orphanage because it was written along the side of the building...in Spanish, I think?

Before I could think any further on the subject, my eyes closed and I was whisked away from the pain currently effecting my body and into the sweet and comforting embrace of unconsciousness. I was somewhat glad for it, honestly. Confusion aside and all that.

. . .

The next time I opened my eyes, my condition had improved remarkably. So much so that as soon as I opened my eyes, I sat up and looked around.

My body was still covered in bandages but I felt much better.

Other than that, I looked at the surrounding room. It was littered with crosses and crucifixes - obviously a religious place. But that was already quite obvious by the fact a nun had been looking after me. Slowly, I motioned myself upward, surprised at how easy it had been and I wondered over to a nearby mirror.

Once I stood in front of it, I confirmed my suspicions.

I'd been reincarnated/transmigrated/something-migrated/something-carnated. Why do I think that? Because I'm just now remembering that I died. Caught in a drive-by shooting. And yet here I am, alive...and with a different face.

A handsome face, at that. A straight nose, a sharp and chiseled jawline...Damn, I've been turned into some sort of model.

Most of all, what stood out to me was my eye color and hair color. First off, my hair color was so naturally black that it seemed to have dark blue undertones to it whenever it caught the sunlight coming through the nearby window - which was wildly different to the blond hair I was so used to having. Next up were my eyes: they were purple. Not a weird shade of blue that looked kind of like a shade of violet--No. I mean my irises were straight up a shade of royal purple.

"Jesus Christ," I traced my fingers over the new face, still feeling a slight amount of disbelief that this had happened to me. It was incredibly surreal. So surreal that I almost didn't notice the fact my body was sculpted like that of a Greek God's.

I was about 6'3", a big enough increase for me to notice because I'd been 5'10" in my previous body. But what caught my eye the most was the fact I was muscled like a fucking superhero. Big, robust muscles that just screamed 'power' and 'strength'. I mean, I looked lean enough that it didn't effect my flexibility but I still looked big enough that people wouldn't mess with me out of nowhere. I had an athletic physique - kind of like a sprinter's. No, exactly like a sprinter's. Broad shoulders, strong arms, an 8-pack and long, well-muscled legs.

...I was the full goddamn package, huh?

And after I checked under the loose shorts I was wearing, I can confidently say that everything about me has gotten much bigger. Theo Junior ain't so much of a junior anymore, let's just say that.

My vanity was cut off, however, by the sound of a basket being dropped to the floor off to the left of me. Turning to it, I saw a young woman dressed as a nun, looked at me with a somewhat shocked expression. Well, she was anyway, before she rushed up to me, speaking in rapid Spanish as she gently tried to push me back to the bed.

The limited Spanish I knew meant I quickly caught on that she was worried about me re-opening my injuries. That, and the fact that her eyes were full of worry.

Though, as she tried to push me, I found something weird.

She couldn't move me at all. True, she was trying to be gentle and I did have the height and weight advantage...but it shouldn't feel like I'm a stone pillar and she's a little ant trying to push me over, should it? Because that's exactly what it feels like.

Alas, I allowed her to push me back before she tried any harder. Partly because I saw no reason to resist her efforts and also because I didn't want to garner her suspicion before I figured out what I currently was and what was going on with me.

She continued speaking rapidly, what little Spanish I knew being useless because I couldn't really pick up on the words as they all kind of meshed together.

I held my hands up to single for her to slow down or to just stop, and I sat on the bed, wincing when I felt a spark of pain run up the side of my torso. My ribs, probably. Hadn't even noticed they were broke or wounded - and yet they were. I was probably going a little into shock over my current predicament, which explains the delayed sensation of pain.

The nun had stopped speaking and just looked at me. Looking back, I wracked my brain for the words and asked her a question in very patchy Spanish, "W-Where..." I stopped after tripping over my words before starting again, imbuing a bit more confidence into my words, "Where am I...?" I asked before quickly adding, "Speak English?" I mentally kicked myself for not remembering the proper line for that but what could I do?

Thankfully, it seemed to get my message across as the nun smiled and nodded, "A small bit," she held up her hand, her fingers in a pinching gesture as if to show that was how much English she knew, "You...you are in Mexico," she had the same problem as I did, pausing for to remember the exact words every so often but she was definitely much more bilingual than I was.

"Mexico?" I asked, in English, before getting a nod from the nun which made me widen my eyes before sighing, "Why Mexico...?" I whispered to myself before realizing something - I need to figure out if I really did fall from the sky or whether that was just me being transmigrated. "And...and how exactly did I get here?" I tested the waters first. Because who knows, what if I hadn't fallen from the sky and I make myself look like a nutjob? I'd rather my first interaction in this life not go that way, thank you very much.

The nun looked left and right, as if looked for hidden cameras in the room, before she leaned in and pointed up, "You fell from the sky, señor. Like a...a..." she seemed to search for the correct word before she clicked her fingers and spoke with a smile, "Like a meteor!" she spoke with barely concealed awe, as if remembering my fall.

...I wonder if she's remembering a more dramatized version of my fall. From my perspective, there was nothing awing about it at all.

"Wait up," I pinched the bridge of my nose, shaking my head slightly, eyes slammed shut, "I fell from the sky and no one's came around here asking about it?" I asked aloud, finally realizing I was being ignorant to the biggest problem:

The world should have noticed my fall. Radars would've probably picked me up. At that point, it's only a problem of working out where I'd fall and then sending people to investigate that area.

"No?" the nun shook her head, "We live in a, uh...rural town. Small town. No new people have arrived here and no one ask about you," she continued shaking her head before smiling, "When you got close to ground, you slow down. Meaning you didn't make much noise, señor."

That made me scrunch up my brow a little bit.

Even in a rural town, the government would've still picked up my descent. Especially if I fell from as high as I remember being. I could pretty much see the entire Earth, which meant I wasn't in the atmosphere and when I felt all hot...that was me making entry into Earth's atmosphere. Which means I fell from outside of Earth's influence.

Which means...I'm probably an alien. Damn. I mean, I'm both stoked and a bit bummed out by this news. On one hand, I seem to be super strong. On the other hand, I might literally have my own Kryptonite.

"Did I," I paused, trying to remember what I was about to ask about so I didn't need to waste time with a question but I couldn't remember, so I continued asking, "Did I have anything on me when I fell? Clothes? Armor?" I asked, trying to non-verbally mimic what I was on about when the nun looked confused at what I said.

She seemed to understand what I meant, however, as she smiled and nodded before standing up and rushing off.

Which left me alone and waiting for her to come back.

As I waited, I looked down at the unfamiliar hand that felt so familiar and wondered who this body used to be. Was it made specifically for me when I was sent to this world? Or did someone die and I took over?

The hand obviously belong to someone who wasn't afraid of hard work. The palms were calloused and the knuckles looked like they belonged to a fighter.

Looking to the side, I saw a plain knife and fork, and decided to test out how strong I was and if it matched up to how strong I felt. Picking up the knife, I lightly held it in a hand, my fingers wrapped around the handle while my free hand pressed against the cutting part of the knife. It was a steak knife of some kind and yet when I pressed my finger tip up against the serrated edge just to see if I'd feel it stabbing into me...I couldn't feel a thing.

Of course I could feel the knife and the pointed parts...but all that was, was pressure. It wasn't painful. I didn't feel the urge to pull away from it.

Instead, I pushed on.

And the knife just bent under the pressure. It's edge couldn't even put a dent in my skin, even after I pushed against it so much.

Grabbing the bent piece of knife, I pulled my hands apart, still holding the knife with a tight grip and the metal just tore apart. Like it wasn't metal but instead candy floss or wet paper or soft butter. And the scariest part about it, to me, was that I hadn't even tried to do so. The difference between holding my hands still and moving them was less than a percentage of my strength.

I could just feel it. The strength that I had in this body was just...incredible.

So incredible, in fact, that I wanted to test out how much strength I had. Could I lift a car? A truck? A bus? A tank? What was the limit of this new alien body of mine? I wanted to find out so desperately I nearly rushed out of the room.

Nearly. What stopped me was the nun coming back with what looked like a white bodysuit that was ripped up in places and a broken machine that looked somewhat like an advanced radio.

But what really caught my eye, was the symbol I could see on the white bodysuit.

A circle with three vertical lines. One vertical line coming down from the top left of the circle, one vertical line exactly in the middle of the circle and one vertical line stretching upward from the bottom right of the circle. An innocent enough symbol. It wasn't one from Earth, that's for sure. But I recognized it.

It was from a comic, and it belonged to a race of Alien conquerors called Viltrumites. It was the symbol of the Viltrum Empire.

And even worse, was that it seemed to kick start something in my brain. Like it was a spark that jump started my mind. I bent down in silent agony as my brain felt like it was expanding in my skull, my hands clutching at my head as my ears began to buzz from the pain, my sight becoming patchy with black and white spots.

Yet I couldn't pay attention to them.

Memories. Memories from the body I currently inhabit.

I was a Viltrumite. A royal. Theodore Argall, great-grandson of THE Lord Argall, student of Thragg, the Grand Regent. I was to ascend the Throne of the Viltrum world. Except that never happened. Viltrum was...destroyed, simply because it was in the way of the great plan of the jolly purple Giant, Thanos.

How was it in the way? It wasn't. But a rumor had been spread that Viltrum owned an Infinity Stone. They didn't, but it was reason enough for the billions in Thanos' armies to invade the planet.

And while Viltrumites where impossibly strong, fast and durable...they were not immortal. Throw a few million creatures of sufficient strength at a Viltrumite for months on end and they will die. That's what these memories are telling me, anyway.

This body's original owner barely escaped the destruction of Viltrum and it's people. Except he only escaped half-dead and littered with injuries so grave they'd kill a human ten times over.

He flew and he flew, looking for an habitable planet.

And he found one. Earth.

...Jesus Christ, this whole thing just got, like, a thousand times more complicated. Royalty to a warrior race? Thanos nearly killed me? Hold up--I'm in the MCU?? I'm also the last survivor of a race of advanced beings? I mean, that last one feels an awful lot like Superman's origin story. Slowly, the pain began to fade, so I opened my eyes and looked around only to see the nun sitting next to me, trying to comfort me with a worried expression.

What a world I'm in. Goddamn. The MCU, huh? As a Viltrumite? Fucking hell, man. I mean, at least I actually have a cheat. I'd have hated to have to figure out how to gain powers in a world where superpowers can do a lot for you.

Looking to the nun, I raised a hand to try and gesture that I was fine, smiling weakly as I did so.

"I'm fine now," I said, "Seeing that just brought back some bad memories I'd happened to forget," I pointed to the bodysuit that had been laid at the end of the bed. Suddenly extremely tired after experiencing all I have, I looked to the nun, "Can I have some time alone, Sister? I'd like to have some rest."

The nun - sweetheart she seemed to be - smiled and nodded before standing up. She went to walk away before remembering something and turned to look over her shoulder, "I bring food in an hour or so, okay?"

After I nodded in reply, she smiled and walked away.

Which left me with a blooded and torn Viltrumite bodysuit and what I now recognized as a signal blocking. It stops someone from both tracking you through electronics and through radar.

Though sadly, it was completely broken in the crash. Luckily it didn't break before then otherwise this owner's body would've led Thanos or a battalion of his army right to Earth. At least it was still in one piece, so I could maybe bargain it off in the future. Maybe give it to Stark - he'd give me as much money as I wanted for it, probably.

Not like I can personally fix it. Both myself and this body's previous owner are hardly technicians on how exactly alien technology works or geniuses at fixing things. The extent of this body's previous owner's knowledge, is how to turn the thing on and what it does.

I'm not exactly working with the best memories over here, you know?

Either way, I placed the bodysuit and the broken signal jammer down on the floor beside the bed before I lay back and looked at the ceiling of the room I was currently in.

The injuries I'd gained from that fight with Thanos and his army were very drastic. I'd say I've already been on Earth for about two or so weeks. Maybe even three weeks. I'm basically already healed but I'll wait until I'm fully healed before I step out in the wide world of MCU Earth. I need a plan of action, first.

I could probably clear up SHIELD and rid it of Hydra once and for all. It wouldn't be hard. I could tell Nick Fury and then capture all the HYDRA agents before they could react.

If my memories on how quick this body could move were true and not as exaggerate as they seem like to me...I could get it done in a week or so. Easy. And once I've gotten rid of HYDRA...well, I don't really have anything to worry about anymore. HYDRA couldn't possibly harm me, but they could aim for people I may or may not connect with over the period of time I'll be spending on Earth. So, in the mindset of protecting my future relationships with people, I need to get rid of HYDRA now and before they rear their ugly heads.

Looking up at the ceiling one last time while thinking about my plan of action, I closed my eyes.

I was gonna get some rest in now because Lord knows I won't be getting much in the future.