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Ohio, United States 1989

Waaa waaa

Cugh

A spank made me react and somehow I couldn't help crying, I realized I was being born, again.

I said a yippee, yes! Mentally because I don't have fully developed vocal cords

In conclusion I still can't talk.

A happy family: No

Wealthy family: no

System: no

When I discovered that I didn't have any golden fingers or any damn power, even financial, my face darkened.

'I have to wait until I'm 15, and in the meantime? What happens if a villain shows up who wants to eat me or something? Damn system shows up, tell me something, keep me safe or promise me I'll be safe'

Ah-ah-ah

"What am I doing in Ohio?" I asked myself, stammering as I listen from the kitchen as my father fucks in the living room.

I'm in the living room, crawling, I can cross the living room, the dining room, the bedrooms.

"-" I can't believe it, I start to feel tremendous sadness, I can't control my tears so I cry silently.

'It's a damn trailer house, damn Beyonder, it doesn't even matter anymore, I want the mission now, I thought he would give us a mission, powers to achieve it...'

I swore I could complete it at the age of 5 if he gave me powers at an early age.

'Or maybe he doesn't want me to get stronger from an early age.' The more I thought about it, the more I believe in that possibility.

I look at my diaper, I just defecated in it.

'Damn control, I can't help but shit in my diaper.' I start to cry, I can't even control my feelings.

Soon my mother arrives and touches me, I just hope she didn't suck the dick of that guy who claims to be my father because he kissed me on my cheek and proceeds to check if I defecated in my diaper.

'I hate this life.'

"Come on little Marcus, let's go get beer." My mother said happily, picking me up and leaving the trailer house as I began to wish I was growing up already.

'Wait a minute, aren't you going to change my diaper? Do you want it to last longer? You crazy bitch, don't be lazy.'

"-"

I couldn't do anything, using my hands to pinch her didn't work, the woman just smiled at my insignificant attacks and my babbling had no effect, even she smiled at that.

'Shit'

The first few months passed and I started to meditate.

"feel the power"

Babble-babble

"feel the energy around you"

Babble-babble

"the elements damn it"

'that's right'

"Marcus language." Mom said and I just ignored her. "-"

I was fed up because there was nowhere to train without mom seeing me and I didn't care anymore, I died when I was 19, half virgin to my bad luck.

So more months passed and the system didn't appear but I hadn't sat on my hands.

But trying to cultivate magic didn't work so I kept meditating and running when they let me out of the trailer.

"Marcus SON OF A MOTHER!" My mother screamed but I had to train, this 3-year-old body had discovered that this world was the Marvel world just like Beyonder said about the mission of something.

But I don't know what, but at the end of the day a mission would give that maybe I failed or died, it was interrupted without a doubt by the Marquis of Death and I guess that's why I don't have powers.

There is no screen like the isekai, there is no mission and I don't know if it will appear when I turn 18 and why when I turn 18?

When I get to a sandbox I sit down and take out the comic.

"no mutants." I say sadly and look at the comic of Captain America beating Hitler.

"gee, why?" I said sadly.

I knew about the future, being a hero, girls with big breasts, thin waists, super sexy cat women, blondes, red hair, powers.

Being a hero was what I longed for, but I didn't come to this world with the power of superman.

But after not having powers I began to think that the mission wouldn't be bad.

I didn't even care to be a villain, I wanted power... but I'm a normal guy, a Fatso, Pete Wisdom or whatever his name is.

But more useless.

"an anti-hero isn't bad either, it suits my personality more, I hate Jessica Jones for not killing the bastard who deserved it, there were many deaths for not doing the right thing which was to bend the purple man's neck and get the blonde girl out of jail"

"it would be illegal, the morals of heroes are a problem, they cause more problems because of that moral, leaving a villain alive is the problem… What was that guy's name?, killgrave something… database…"

"wait a minute… that's it, if I can have powers, I shouldn't wait for time to pass, fuck that, I can do it!"

I was shocked by the ideas that started to emerge in my head, many were not ethical, they were crossing beyond the moral.

I could even be seen as a super villain.

"it doesn't matter, I want power". I told myself but there was a problem.

"it's a big problem". I told myself when I realized that there were more like me surely many more.

A maximum of 4 more reincarnated to this MCU world.

'If I make a mistake and there are more, it is possible, I must have an open mind to any possible scenario, this is Marvel after all'

"I have to make preparations". I told myself and started running like Naruto until I fell and knocked out two teeth.

Waa! I cried and a lady picked up my small body with blood on her face.

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