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  –Jack Sullivan–

  “So, I am dead?” He found himself numb at the information that he was dead, that too by a heart atta his sleep. It was ly surprising sidering the hours he put into work and the amount of red meat and processed cheese he put into his body. Still, he was barely 30 years old and he was being told that he had died in his sleep and was found by his neighbours almost a week ter in a deposed state. Man, that sucked. At least, he died painlessly so that’s good.

  “Yes, you are dead. Now let’s get on with the process,” His gaze so the shapeless massive blob of light that hurt to look at the more he tried to dis its features. He didn’t even know how he looked or whatnot because, in his current form, he was literally invisible to his own sehe only thing he could “see” was the massive white light in front of him that apparently spoke on its own. The light was also impatient because it was telling him, someone who had just been informed of his owh, to “get on” with something.

  He raised his finger or at least, the and to do so left his thought tre, he didn’t know if he actually did or not but before he could give the white light a piece of his mind, his words were bulldozed over as the light tinued, “You are now dead. You have an above-average karmic record for someone who was nothing but a pencil pusher. I guess amidst the sea of fake charities that you ended up donating to, somewhere along the way, your money must have reached an authentie. grats by the way for that, it is harder for that to happen than you think,”

  The voice tio yap on about karmic scales and reination packages in other universes. His mind was stu the fact that the literal millions he had donated in his long career had mostly been wasted. Before he could dwell on that fauch, he “looked” at the white light in shod then ducked his gaze away as it tried to hurt. He tried to voice out his curiosities but the white light somehoed a finger, at least that’s what it sounded like to him and the hing he khe white light was gone and it was repced with a giant wheel of fortune.

  No, he was never blessed at luck-based games. That was why he was a quant. Someone who used math and solid logic, along with a hint of mind fuckery, to do his job, i.e, help rich assholes bee even richer. He knew from experiehat leaving it to fate in his case never led to good outes a, he could not voiy protests because he was being pushed to the giant wheel from behind. He didn’t know what overcame him at the moment, but without any scious thought on his part, he raised his arm and pced it on the knob at the edge of the wheel and just rotated it with all his might. The wheel began to give out stereotypical Wheel of fortune noises as it tio spin at a dizzying speed. Slowly, the words on the wheel became visible to him and his eyes tio widen, if he had eyes that is, as he read the choices that were avaible to him.

  There were literally all tiers of choices in that wheel, ranging from “bee the dog of nobility in the medieval ages” to being reborn as “Yawheh in Dxd”. Some were extremely lucrative, promising immediate OPness and untold amounts of luxury at the very beginning and some promised the life of a literal animal, that too in the age where modern medie was not avaible even for humans, let aloheir pets.

  Slowly, almost painfully, the wheel came to a halt and then poi the choice that read - “Transmigrate into the body of a loyal HYDRA soldier during an experimental procedure in the MCU”.

  That, that was something he could work with. Oh, who was he kidding, he was going to be born as a literal Nazi and not during their heyday either. He would be lucky to be alive and imprisoned rather than bei paste uhe assault of the Hulk or Thor or worse, tortured for information because he was going to bee someone who was loyal to HYDRA so it stands to reason that he might know critical information.

  Before he could delve fully into the emerging panic attack, the white light spoke once again,

  “Okay, as far as options go, that is not unsalvageable,” The voice said with a tinge of sympathy for him.

  “Now, let’s get to the segment where I am sure your strengths will shihrough,”

  “Yeah yeah, let’s get this over with,” He said numbly.

  “Hey, cheer up. This is something that is already in your favour because of your karmic record. Let’s get you some options, shall we? Now, what we get you that will help you survive? Ah, yes, there you go. Just take a look at these options and tell me if you want any ges in them,”

  He didn’t have eyes, legs, or any limb to speak of a, he could see the page that had been hao him by the light. His previous dead eyes gained a hint of i in them once he read through the options he was given. There were not a lot of them and even in them, some of them clearly did not tempt him. Like the ohat said, “Turn into living energy from the experiment and live in fragmented sciousness until your body reforms slowly”. No, sir. He was not going to give up his most important possessions, even if it did gain him more than enough power.

  The ohat made the most seo him was, “Gain the powers of barrier geion and manipution along with a wild entry.” Apparently, the catch was that the experiment succeeded but also released enough energy to vaporise everyohin close distance, making sure that he would not have to fight through a horde of HYDRA agents the moment he is transported into an unknown universe. Okay, calling the Mknown might be a bit of a stretch since he was a huge fan but it was not as if he knew every sihing about that universe, just the major events, and that too might never happen if he was going to be involved in them. Butterfly effed all that stuff. He would also not be hunted down by HYDRA on at of most of them not knowing about him at all. Apparently, he ersonal project of one of the heads of HYDRA, Daniel Whitehall and his death would also mean that any information that Daniel might have had regarding him would be erased from the world, especially sihe body he was going to inhabit did not have any official record anyway. It might get hard to assimite himself bato society but that was for ter. Right now, he has made his choice.

  “I choose this option,” He was not sure how to tell the gigantic white light about the tiny words that were printed on the paper but apparently, the light uood it all the same.

  “Oh, a ion. Ohat demands immense pain at the very beginning but has very nice dividends ter on. I approve. Anyway, let's not wait any longer, I have a lot more souls to deal with. Goodbye and good luck, Jack Sullivan, yoing to . As a favour, I have made sure the ays the same for both of your lives. Enjoy!”

  Those were the st words he heard before his vision turned bd he was whisked away to his destination, the Marvel ematiiverse.

  __________xx____________

  Joint Experimental Facility, ada

  He didn’t know how long it had been sihat moment but he did know that it was starting to get unfortable to be with himself for so long that his thoughts started to wahankfully, before he could go ih his own pany, he saw light at the end of the tunnel as he romptly dropped into something that felt like hot va with how painful it was. Great, now instead of him going insane by his own thoughts, he would go ih the pain he was being subjected to at the moment.

  Those were the st bits of coherent thoughts his brain could muster up before his entire being lit up with the agonising pain of va c through his very veins. He must have screamed himself hoarse because he could not hear his voice. All he could see was a sea of green, so much green, before there was a huge shockwave that knocked him unscious.

  The moment he opened his eyes, he found his voice was back because he was screaming for a totally different reason now. All he could do was scream as the gravelly ground roag at an arming speed and all he could think was ‘IamgoingtoDieIamgoingtoDieIamgoingtoDIE!’ but thankfully, before he could bee paste on the ground, something happened as green filled his vision as he stopped just a sed before he hit the ground.

  “Whoa,” His low excmation echoed around him as he floated just one foot above the ground. As he ed his o look in one dire, his body seemed to follow his vision as his entire body turo look in the same dire.

  “Aha, this is awesome,” He shouted jubintly but then immediately winced in pain as the injuries that he must have sustained during that explosion caught up to him. ‘The adrenaline must be wearing dowhought to himself as the green tint that had filled his vision receded and he promptly dropped himself to the ground. Ground that was both hard aremely cold. He then also noticed that most of his clothing had been torn apart from the very explosion that must have catapulted him into the sky. To begin with, he must have been scarcely clothed because of the experiment and the ensuing impromptu jourhrough the atmosphere did his meagre clothing no favours.

  Shivering, he tried to rub his arms together to gee some form of heat before remembering his dition. He hurriedly checked his person for some sort of hat could expin his current situation other than him being decred dead in the official HYDRA files and being free from chase that would have no doubt ensued had they thought he was still alive and in possession of powers from their experiments.

  Speaking of powers, he looked at his arms and ched them as he tried to take a feel for something. Something that was different from his previous situation. The green glow from before had stopped his halt. Maybe he had flight then, as his power?

  No, that would not expin his mostly unscathed state from the explosion that had thrown him high up in the sky. He was also not feeling as cold as he should. From the looks of it, he should be getting frostbite from the biting cold but he was just feeling a little cold. Not snow forest cold but the AC being a little chilly for his tastes cold. It was unfortable but not unbearable. Maybe it had something to do with the experimentation.

  As his thoughts began jumbling, he took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the ground and started taking deep breaths, something that had helped him tide through a panic attack tless times throughout his too-long for his taste career. As he began trating on his breathing, the part of his mind that anig and fog on the onsught of new information that had since beeed to him, began to quiet down. At the same time, he sensed something else in his mind. Something that was hot. He didn’t know quite how to expin it but he could feel something in his mind that was not there before.

  He had read about advanced mind pace teiques before but he always thought it was just some figment of the imagination of some ridiculously academic shrink who wrote it down in some book which then became a bestseller.

  He had never expected to actually feel his mind space as was written in some of those self-help books. He could feel his mind but not in very good crity but somehow that hot part could be felt very easily. Tentatively, he tried opening his eyes, only to find himself stu the same pce. To his growing panic, he was attracted to that hot thing and soon found himself standing in front of a small glowing green moon that was as small as a golf ball. He didn’t know what overtook him but his hands strayed towards the green ball and even though it was getting hotter, his hands didn't stop until the ball was firmly held in his grip. The moment his fingers closed around the ball, rays of green light began esg his fist. Before he could do mu panic, his eyes opened and with a gasp, he found himself sitting in a huge dome made up of green energy.

  He looked at the hand that reviously holding on to that green ball, only to find his entire body covered in that same green energy.

  ‘So this is my power,’ He thought with satisfa, unaware of the gaze of the Watcher of Asgard that had been following him since he awoke in this universe.

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