MCU: Tinkering With Fate

RottenSuccphagus · Jan 22, 2024

{I do not own marvel nor their characters only the oc/si}

[MCU self insert with plot armor and sh!tload of luck, watch him create weird contraptions in your mother's basement and one up Tony Stark with his talent of bullsh!t science!]

'Ya know, finding actually working items in an abandoned junkyard is pretty easy.

Why, you might ask? well, it's because most people don't know when something is broken and Broken with a capital B. some people might just throw away a perfectly working dishwasher, just because the paint got chipped or rusted. there are tons of decently functioning stuff strewn about this junkyard and along my 6 month journey across the USA, jumping from back alleys to parks to junkyards, I have acquired quite the collection of goodies.

It's been 6 months of being in this hellscape of a world, which most from my home reality refer to as the MCU, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe. stark expo is happening in a year and I have been stuck in a 14 year old's body, granted it's still my body from when I was 14, but still... c'mon, I didn't suffer through puberty and highschool just to go back to that hell when life was just getting better!

So, yeah I'm in marvel with the body of a 14 year old and a mind that has been working on 120% efficiency and power for the last 6 months and keeps rising, I don't know the exact reasons why or how, but I have my speculations... one of them being a meeting with a ROB who granted me a "gift", but I don't remember meeting any Robs, Dicks or Harrys, thus my second speculation- The laws and rules of this universe is much, much more flexible than my old reality, thus allowing my previous above average mind to theoretically release it's shackles and reach greater heights than ever imagined before... still this is all just speculation and I only came up with that idea because of the amount of stories where an alien from a planet/dimension with much stronger gravity/other bullsh!t, came to our world and dominated every human athlete with their superior physique and intelligence... witch makes zero sense cuz they would have blown up like the blob fish the moment they wound up on our planet with our inferior gravity and atmospheric pressure...

Anyways, where was I... Oh right the junkyard. In my travels I have come across an abandoned junkyard that still gets new junk from lazy bastards who don't want to bother going farther away to an actually functioning junkyard.

Now, here I have acquired many bits and bobs, that I have decided to experiment with, some of them being- tons of old TV screens, many... many microwaves, 8 washing machines, 12 fridges and freezers, multiple tractor and truck engines, and tons of metal pipes and wires.

You might be wondering "what the hell are you doing?" or "are you building a home depot?" and the answer to those questions is... I have no clue, I just picked up random junk, stuck them together the best I could without breaking anything and now I need to make sure the giant(in contrast to my 5'2 body) ring of pipes covered with freezer and fridge parts and tons of electro magnets actually work. In the center of the ring lays a platform covered with gears and shafts from the some of the engines (the ones not used to jump start the cartoonish approximation of a particle accelerator), that supports and moves around the tons and tons of glass screens and shards that should probably(hopefully) focus the beam of absolute mayhem that will be released by the death ring when ready, right in to the cauldron filled with random metal dusts and chemicals that I found across my 6 months of scavenging.

KraCKoom!

Oh and a thunder storm is also on going... which is fine because of the metal poles and wires, most of which are connected right above the center platform with a large conductive pole, I have set up to capture and use any stray lighting bolts that might decide to ruin my hard work.

Doing a last minute check to see if all the necessary bits and bob have been staying in place, I look over the glass lens covered cauldron and catch a glimpse of my haggard features, dark brown hair, green eyes(which are much more vibrant than ever before... huh nice!), which scream mischief and chaos like the gremlin that I am, and previously pale skin that is now sunburnt in places I forgot to cover with copious amounts of sun cream on account of being poor, and the dark bags under my eyes.

With the final checkup done, I pull the lever (Kronk!) which is a repurposed handbrake from a truck and watch as all the engines sputter and ignite at once with a loud Pffrtttkrunk noise. The ring starts humming to life and slowly the normally rusty/clean metal pipes start to slowly glow a very dull red (Thank you fridge, your sacrifice will not be forgotten), as the humming continues to grow louder and louder the ring also gains a brighter glow.

The platform at the center drums to life, the gears and makeshift engines spin up and fling the lenses back and forth in different patterns, some spirals, basic circles, helixes or even moving them closer or farther away from the mixture in the crucible.

As the Death ring, gains sufficient volume in its humming and the pipes glow brightly enough that they might melt at any moment, I press my foot down on the gas pedal at my feet that engages the already spinning mechanism with the funnel at the center of the ring making it move towards the cauldron, suddenly It jumps a bit and moves too far, missing the cauldron, but I had planned for this, I release the gas pedal and hit the break pedal that reverses the connection moving the funnel back towards the cauldron at a much slower pace.

The Death beam hits the primary focus screen and starts jumping from one lens to another whilst also slowly melting them... which I should've thought before. now the beams hitting the chemical mixture wont have the necessary power behind it-

Krack-Kkraakooooom!

Without me noticing the storm clouds have moved right above the death ring, the nature singing its song of victory over the man's machine, but then the lightning strikes the many poles and wires I had set up, some charging the death ring whilst others strike directly at the mixture in the cauldron!

Heh, aren't I quite lucky. With a final hum (Bwuuuum) the ring and cauldron light up and as quickly as it happened, it starts shutting down, some parts of the ring falling apart others melting into slag on the sandy and gravely ground of the junkyard.

Tentatively, I make my way through the molten remains using a shovel to splash gravel and dirt on my path to not melt myself into terminator goop before I have a chance to witness the consequences of my actions, heh.

There, where previously the cauldron lay, now only scrap remain and within the center of that scrap lay a brightly glowing chunk of mystery metal, as I get closer the metal slowly starts cooling down, from bright white to bright blue and then finally dull greenish blue that stays long after it has cooled down.

"heh, I'll call you Noclunium- cuz I have no clue what you're made of!"

With the newly named element in my hand(tongs cuz I aint that stupid to touch hot metal with my hands), I make my way to my temporary shack to pack all my stuff and find a new junkyard to claim.

Half an hour later I am riding away to the sunset sitting on a what could be best described as a steampunk quadbike powered by bleach water, sunflower oil and hopes and dreams, leaving a cooling scrap heap behind that no-one will know the purpose of, and the only thing I can think of is that 'I'm one lucky bastard, heh!'

Honestly, for my first time being in the US of A, meeting this many nice people was somewhat unexpected. like for example I met this nice older homeless gentleman, his name's Jerry, who kindly offered a place to rest in his van and food for my tummy including sweets and desserts. sadly I was quite busy with acquiring materials for a new project, but I am not one to forget such kindness, that is why I have arranged for Jerry to gain proper housing, with all the necessary accommodations, such as a bed, toilet, showers (which are soo spacious), even an outdoor gym and caretakers! I'm so amazing, aren't I?

Other than that, I have found a new base of operations, an abandoned metal factory, with metal presses and other useful machines... most of which don't work, but their parts are still useful!

'Ya know, at first the advancements in technology in this world bothered me, like them having Iphone 12 grade phones in the early 2000s, but now I am quite happy with it, because the advanced tech also brings with it modern day Youtube and it's tutorials in all the random subjects of science, like making aerogel at home, Thanks NolanOrange! (but damn did it make me miss NeilRed).

Using the tools at the factory, I made the appropriate pressure chamber to make modified aerogel like substance to house the energy from the Noclunium I made. I finally managed to make a small reactor shaped like a dodecahedron, which will house the Noclunium and transfer/ store power in the Energogel (which I am calling the modified aerogel that contains energy) casing which surrounds the main reactor, making it look like a more decorated tesseract that was divided into multiple parts like a weird glowing rubik's cube, unlike the tesseract though, it doesn't house an infinity stone and it also glows a moderately bright greenish blue.

With the reactor being almost the same size as my head, I decided to make smaller Energogel cubes to be used as replaceable batteries. the smaller cubes were around the size of my fist, and glowed much brighter than the reactor, sadly when they ran out of charge, they would loose most of their rigidity and could easily be turned to dust by crushing it with my hand. they also looked much simpler that the reactor, looking very much like small Energon cubes... huh... energogel- energon... heh! lets hope no Con decides to steal my Energon!

Now with the power problem solved, I need to deal with the hardest part!- Learning.

I need to learn programing, even with Jerry and many other fine people donating all their savings to little ol' me, I still need a proper source of money... and by that I mean, I need to hack into ATMs and possibly into some millionaires' cripto wallets to get them doge coins!

Learning was never my specialty, but what else can I do, I've got time!

Some time later, at a random S.H.I.E.L.D base, a monitor displayed a police report about a washing machine sized mechanical spider with a gun for a head, being sited climbing the side of a building with an ATM attached to it with a rope. The report said that the police call was made by a teenager who described the mechanical spider as "small donke'h sized abomination of nature and machine in tha back, and also the true embodiment of the American dream and freedom with the shotty on tha' front!" said report was flagged as a prank call, because of the many previous reports of the same teenager smoking weed and doing acid

"ugh damnit, another druggie."
A tired shield operator quickly analyzed the report and flagged it as unimportant in the system... they may come to regret it soon, but not yet.

clankclankclank
The clanking of a four legged spider drone made of junk echoed around the factory and with it came the grating sound of an ATM being dragged across cement.

The spider drone was one of my newest creations, it can only understand simple commands, ones that were already programmed in it, the little thing is quite dumb, but I made it durable and powerful enough for it to not cause too many problems! one of the problems being... it cant understand obstacles properly thus if a building stands before it and it's objective... then it climbs the building(or goes through it if the building is made from plywood).

It has a rudimentary grappling hook on the front, made from a shotgun I found whilst going for a swim with a magnet in a nearby river.

I only send the little dude out at the dead of night and to the most remote locations to get the needed items, be it ATMs, wending machines a broken bike and so on. The only time it was spotted was when it accidentally got sighted by a teen who was on the balcony looking at the stars and maybe, possibly (absolutely) drooling and talking gibberish. How do I know this? Because I installed a camera on it, of course. I need to make sure it isn't robonapped by shady government organizations now, don't I. And no it was absolutely not because I needed practical training to program a camera to recognize me (and many other things, but we aren't there yet) and send signal over long distances.

It's been 3 months since the creation of Noclunium, meaning I have around 9 months before the Stark Expo where I can get my grubby little hands on some interesting items... ooh maybe I can even try and make some type of magical scanner to scan mjoror- miullu- kore ga requem da- no..., Thor's hammer!

I have been scouring the local bookstores and libraries to try and accidentally find a magic book, but it seems even in a plot driven world of bullsh!t I cant be lucky enough to randomly stumble upon a magic book...
"or somebody is actively hiding them from me!"
hmm, no one answered my call, so it must be nothing.

Anyways, I have decided that this world's programing languages are quite stupid and decided to make my own... its going we- umm..., its going.

Whilst trying to test my bullsh!t luck to find a magic book, I have found many Hanzi and Kanji dictionaries, as well as some Norse rune manuals in some random goth store.

I've been trying to use these runes and symbols(?) in the making of my own programing language and fill up the blank spots/confusing parts with some Russian, Swedish, Georgian, Urdu and Burmese... '-I really like how the Burmese alphabet looks'.

I'm really hoping these runes give a partial magical property to my tech... but it doesn't seem that easy, 'well, at least it'll make hacking my equipment harder than before!'

As the spider drone brought the ATM nearby, I finished my set of 100pushups, yes I have been doing the OPM workout throughout these 9 months, no I wasn't going to neglect my body in exchange to my tech and also no sadly it has yet to grant me limitless strength, granted my strength and speed have greatly been increased, going from near malnourished child to a fit teenager, most importantly it has increased my stamina by leaps and bounds!

Now I can drag around moderately heavy equipment the whole day without dying!
"how wonderful" muttering under my breath, I go to check the new prize my creation has brought me.

Prying open the main panel I spot my treasure-
"ooh, shiny! the money is obviously nice... hm hm hm,
the keypad- intact, perfect! always have a need for those.
the card reader-in working order. hmm, might be useful later on.
network connector-intact, nice!
the motherboard- the corner has been nicked but nothing is damaged. perfect!
receipt printer-..."

This has been, more or less, my daily routine. wake up at 5am; order spider bot to acquire loot; go for a run; dive into the river; come back to base and start doing squats, fall back and do situps, twist and do pushups; take a shower in the DIY shower; continue working on the programing language/or any other important project, eat; sleep; repeat; etc.
It's quite relaxing.

Life's been going smoothly, There are 7 month left before Stark Expo, I have had no interruptions... other than that one time some drunk men stumbled and broke into my base to take a piss... why did they feel it necessary to break into a building to piss, couldn't they just piss outside in the bushes?! but anyways, they came in got spooked by me being there oh and my spider bot, and one of them decided that instead of peeing they should pull out their gun to threaten me... Thankfully they were quite drunk so I managed to de-escalate the situation by offering to buy the man's pistol with my fat stacks, which worked out perfectly with me now being is possession of a basic M1911, perfectly functional other than a dinged handle which was easily fixed, one of the man's equally drunk buddies decided to make some quick cash for a drink and sold me his pocket knife... which was unnecessary but I still bought it, what can I say it looked cool.

I have also finished the programing language and begun working on making an Operating System.
How did I finish making the language so fast, you ask? I have no clue... my working speed and efficiency was increasing exponentially, the more I learnt and the more I worked... I'm guessing it has to do something with my mind functioning better in this world, if I had to guess, it's working around 170% better that before, which is great but still weird to get used to.

The Noclunium reactor seems to be holding up perfectly, I have yet to see any drops in power output even with me regularly extracting energy to make Energon cubes, granted I can only make about 1 to 1.4 Energon cubes in 2 days from the amount of energy the reactor generates, but it's still free power!

"ugh~!
uh~
fuuUUUUU-!"

I have finally finished making the OS from scratch, it took me 5 months, FIVE! MONTHS!... 'yet why does it feel like my entire existence has been cursed out by all the programmers in my world?'

Anyways, now that I've finished dealing with that bullsh!t, I have had time to make few simple programs to make my life much easier! like a remote hacking program that can hack and interact with nearby tech... but it only works on low level equipment, but now I can simply change the traffic lights and control all electronic roadblocks!
'watch out DedSec, you've got a competitor in town!'

Its fun walking around town at night, messing with people's TVs with my Motorola Razr flip phone (found in the trash, still functioning), that I've dug the internals out of and inserted a heavily modified clusterf#ck of techno bullsh!t, now it runs as good as a modern Stark tech phone, if not better!

While on the topic of Stark, Tony's birthday is coming up soon and I'm thinking of sending Mr GrabberTons (not final name) to grab some souvenirs from that sh!tshow.

"-asked the most often is, 'Tony, how do you go to the bathroom with the suit?'...hn- just like that"
"gross tony, just gross" Even sitting 4 kilometers away, witnessing it is still cringe inducing. Hi, as you might've guessed, it's Tony's birthday and I am currently trying to sneak Mr LootGoblin(name still pending) into Tony's garage or lab or whatever you call it. I'm here to acquire the Stark patented repulsor tech-

"Yeaah!" BwaaM!
"god damnit Tony! that almost hit my drone!"
"Pull!- Yeah!" BwaaM!
"mother f-, He does realize that those repulsor beams don't stop when they hit the bottles right?!"
"and what the f#ck are these people doing standing in his line of fire?!"

This whole day is giving me a migraine, I quickly make the drone follow Colonel Rhodes down into the laboratory where all the juicy tech is kept, Rhodey seems to know the code for the door and thus I manage to sneak the drone inside whilst Rhodey is busy doing his suit-up scene.

I've managed to keep the drone from being seen on any cameras or sensors yet, but now comes the important task.
I need to grab the Mark 3's arm and possibly leg, and time it to exactly when the Ironman 1 and Ironman 2: electric boogaloo, cross streams, which should disrupt all the safety mechanisms put in place as well as temporary disrupt Jarvis, so I can use Mr LootGoblin to cut off the arm and leg of the already damaged mark 3 armor and run away into the sunset.

"I'm only gonna say this once... Get Out." came Rhodey's voice through the laptop I have connected to a modified satellite dish I have set up to hear what's going on in the party and damn, I'm 4 kilometers away but still, I can feel the authority in that voice.

Daft punk starts playing and now comes the hard part, *khm* clears throat
"if you had one shot,-"
"take it off!"
"-one opportunity."
"Put it down!-"
"he's palms are sweaty"
"you wanna be the war machine?-"
"knees week, arms are heavy"
"Take the shot!"
"there is vomit on his sweater already"
"DROP IT!-" "mom's spaghetti" "-TAKE IT!"

BRRwooooom!

The spider drone quickly grabs both limbs, still hot from the plasma cutter that was used to acquire them, and tucks each one under it's middle limbs. As the glass around it shatter, the drone's front and back limbs shift and go from spider/crab like to a dog like formation, with it the drone looses some of its strength to carry heavy loads, but gains tremendous speed and maneuverability.

As the drone escapes the villa, I quickly start packing up all my stuff and get ready to leave.

Getting on my newly modified quad bike, that no longer looks like a weird abomination of steam punk and sci-fi but now looks like an amalgamation of a Halo warthog and a Tron bike (without the light trail), I make my way to my newly acquired base of operations... you guessed it! its another junkyard!

But that's not all!
If you call now, at the low low cost of 5.99, you can find shipping containers in said junkyard!
Wonderful!

Now I need to figure out how those repulsors work with just electricity and see if I can make something interesting out of them!

Okay, so... the repulsors are one complicated mess, but weirdly when you look at how and why it was used, it starts to make sense.

*slap* "This baby can excite and push excess electrons, turning them into muons (Think of them as electrons but with much, much, higher mass) which are then pushed as plasma discharge and particle beams out of the outlets, providing thrust (and repulsor beams)!" I slap the top of my slightly blocky contraption as I explain the basics while looking at a wall... 'I think, I'm going insane...'

The contraption next to me is a small backpack, from the sides of the backpack come two medium length reinforced swivel joints with near 300 degree movement. on those joints are attached two blocky vaguely thruster like appendages dotted with many dimly glowing mini repulsors.

Sadly my repulsors are yet to achieve the efficiency and power of Stark's own (because he had decades to perfect them with his Jericho missiles and other crap he probably made in his free time when he was bored, duh!), but it has specialties of it's own!

This baby can allow me to hover and glide (at low speeds) without any effort, unlike someone who needs to do ballet poses to stay stable, and with the main repulsors, ones attached at the end of the main thrusters, being bigger and more focused than Tony's either arm or leg repulsors, give off tremendous thrust... but I cant use it at full power, because I lack proper protection to go super sonic speeds with my soft fleshy body.

I didn't have the time nor energy(mental) to make a proper flight suit/armor, The only alternative I have now is the old leather flight jacket that I found at a thrift store (You never know what type of treasures you find there) and then reinforced it to have around level 3 ballistic protection as well as being highly friction resistant, a motorbike helmet that I've ,once again, reinforced (including the glass visor) and attached a modified oxygen tank to it.

all of that, plus motorbike pants and some heavy duty old soviet army boots... that I struggled to find in my size, but I managed to persevere!

Why I didn't have the time to make proper flight suit, you ask? well it's mostly because other than remaking the Stark's repulsors for my jetpack, I also had to re invent and remodel the whole repulsor tech design for my next item on the list of things I shall be showing off soon.
This item is a shoulder mounted pulse rifle controlled by aiming my helmet and pulling the trigger on the repurposed janky VR joysticks that I have modified to control the jetpack.
The pulse rifle was modeled after the half-life OSIPR, or the Overwatch Standard Issue Pulse Rifle. The blocky looking rifle uses custom made Energon batteries that look like bullet casings, each batterie is capable of 15-20 shot when struck with the confusing hammer mechanism. It is slightly inconsistent and requires a diamond shaped focus lens that is hard to make and quite brittle, because of that among the 50 Energon bullets I have also managed to make 3 replacement focus lenses.

The 750 to 1000 shots will easily be able to tear through the dozens of hammer drones, each shot being a pulse of highly focused and concentrated collections of accelerated muons, without the need for the capability of flight, I have turned the offensive power of the repulsors all the way up to 11.
Every pulse is equivalent of around 40 to 60 percent of Stark's UniBeam, and true to the original source of inspiration for this weapon, it also has a secondary fire option, capable of discharging the full charge of the Energon bullet in a single pulse resulting into a destructive bolt of energy with 195 to 200 percent the power of Stark's UniBeam... at the cost of reducing the focusing lens into molten puddle inside the weapon that I'll have to clean out and overheating the firing mechanism as well as the electromagnetic barrel of the rifle.

-so yeah...

"gotta say, I look hella swanky!" looking myself over in a mostly intact mirror, I can't help but compliment myself.

My timing cant be more perfect, in just a few hours the main event of Stark Expo will begin, and I'm hoping to grab some control modules from the Vanko drones and possibly their arc reactors as well... just for sh!ts and g!ggles, but my main objective will be the acquisition of Vanko's mark 2 helmet.
"I needs me one of those A.R. H.U.D. helmets!"

Fshooooooooof

Flying is amazing! but what is not amazing is flying towards an exploding glass dome with glass shards flying everywhere!

"f#ck- cr4p- sh!t- t!t- p#ss-"

I managed to make it just in time to witness half of the 32 drones taking off after Tony in the air with Rhody tailing the red and gold rocket man.
'This is a total cluster f#ck. How many people were lost because of Vanko's plan of causing chaos, and honestly how badly did he design the tracking system for these drones?!-'
Brrt!
'This was the third, army drone that was aiming at a kid wearing an Iron Man mask. How many more did I miss? why did Vanko decide to be a lazy f#cking b!tch and not put in advanced tracking system in to the drones to track the arc reactor's energy signature!'
Brrrrrt!
Brrt!
Brrrrrt!

Thankfully I grabbed few Iron Man masks on my way here and tied them around my body in plain view. It helped me attract the attention of most drones, but there are still some occupied with hunting the running civilians.

Brrt!
Brrt!
click click click

"crud" flying 4 meters above ground, I hear my rifle jam, which you might've guessed is not good... especially if you are being chased by a small swarm of flying drones made for war.
Quickly letting go of the VR joystick in my right hand and letting it hang by the wrist strap, I reach up and try to slip my finger into the firing mechanism whilst trying to avoid my pursuers.

"ugh-" few bullets graze me but none pierce flesh, only leaving a few scrapes. I need to get some breathing room quickly before A)my rifle un jams itself.
B)I unjam the rifle
C)I get turned into swiss cheese
Looking around whilst using one hand to fly and the other to unjam the rifle, I quickly spot one Army drone unit aiming at a couple that have fallen, a plan quickly forming in my mind.

Letting go of the rifle, I take back control with both hands, momentarily abandoning my previous evasive maneuvers, I rush in a straight line at the Army unit-
"F#ck G-force, me and my boys are on that X-Force grindset" as the Army unit turns to my quickly approaching form, I engage the air brakes on my left thruster wing, using the right wing to swing myself around the drone and stall myself in front of the frightened couple.
Bracing myself on to the asphalt, I prepare for the collision and resulting explosion of the Hammer drones, using my repulsors to release powerful pulses to block the oncoming blast.
Crash-Bbdoom!

Making sure all three of us made it out unharmed, I swiftly guide them to safety, which was just where the rest of the people ran off to, while doing so, I also use my time to unjam my rifle, which... yep the lens melted and jammed the loading mechanism and blocked the the primer of the Energon bullet... that one's useless now.
Throwing the now useless casing at the tangled mess of crashed Hammer drones, with a final click, I remove and insert a fresh lens into the rifle and cycle the chamber a few times to make sure it works, reinserting the ejected casings back into the magazine.
"Hn, should've told them "come with me if you want to live", damn what a wasted opportunity, well whatever best make sure these drones don't blow up when people are around"
grabbing two intact drone heads and one arc reactor from the pile, I back off and fire my rifle at the jammed battery I dropped into the pile, making it release all it's collected energy in one explosive blast setting off the explosives in the Hammer drones one after the other, erasing any evidence of their existence and leaving no trace of my technoligy behind.

My part mostly over with, I quickly make my way towards the dimming pillar of light in the exploded glass dome in the distance, which is most likely caused by the two bang bros hand blasting the mecha dominatrix to hell.

I should be able to find my price somewhere nearby, hopefully the self destruction didn't destroy the helmet.

Two hours- TWO HOURS!- it took me that long to find Wiplash's helmet, the explosion had sent it and with it a third of Vankos upper torso nearly a kilometer away!
The good news is that the helmet was intact and functional(granted it didn't have a power source but with some time to jerry rig and ducktape the thing, I got it working), only thing that was damaged from the multiple explosions and direct face first impact with the ground was some chipped and charred paint...
Makes me wonder why the dumbass thought it was a good idea to take it off multiple times in the fight with opponents who he knew had powerful ranged weapons.

Arriving to my new temporary base, I can see Mr CrabRave(still not final) moving things into it from our previous base, granted this base is gonna last for only a few days before we move to Indiana, the hub of scrapyards.
As I land, I notice that I seem to be limping with every step. Crab Rave momentarily stops it's work to stare at my leg.
'I wonder how I didn't notice the pain?' I look back at my creation, giving it the same deadpan look that it's giving me.

"Adrenaline's a hellava drug" I say with a shrug.
The robot's joints seem to sag as it shakes it's head like a disappointed parent...
Wait a second, why is it acting like a disappointed parent when I created the darn thing!
I'm the one who should act like a disappointed parent!

...

Wait, what's there to be disappointed about Sir GrabberLots?...
crap he needs a name.

"Oi, you!" the bot's camera moves from my leg and focuses on my face -
"yeah, you! I'm proud of you b!tch!"
The bot seems to straighten up at that, standing perfectly still like a statue.
"I think you should get a name"
'...hmm names...
I'm crap at those
Aha got it!'

"From now on, your designation is ScrapTrap! ST for short! Stevie for the best of friends." oof avoided the multiversal lawyers by a hair's breadth.
Good thing I didn't call him *AMA: Designation Somnus* or *DeathTrap* or *Iron Maiden ACT ONE*... heh- sweats profusely.

Ignoring my mental dilemma, the bot seem to preen at the name and happily trotts off, going back to his work.

'Damn, already talking to the walls and robots, I really need to socialize more, or else I'll go more insane than I already am.'

I start to think of a solution to my problems as I remove my gear and start treating my wounds whilst watching tutorial videos on youtube, when my eyes trail over the portable supercomputer that I made a while back, and an absolutely fiendish idea strikes me right in the noggin-
"We do a bit of trollin here."

RottenSuccphagus · Jan 22, 2024

{I Do Not Own Marvel, Only The OCs}
AN: thank you all for the support, I might be continuing this story a bit maybe bring it to up all the way to Endgame, who knows? I sure don't.

Waking up the day after Stark Expo I had a lot to think about. In my delirious state caused by blood loss, I clearly remember that my robot, who I had named ScrapTrap, was acting a bit out of ordinary, like it was alive... such a thing isn't possible because of its simple programing, it doesn't have an AI...

staring at the newly named ScrapTrap moving things around with stiff and clanky movements, I don't notice anything out of ordinary about it. it still seems as stupid and simple as it was the day I created it.

Walking around my temporary base, I can't help but flinch at every step.
"man, high caliber rounds are no joke" whilst I had made my outfit mostly bullet resistant, it had nothing to stop high caliber rounds like the ones the Hammer Drones used on the civilians.

I take care of my morning routing, catching a glimpse of my haggard appearance once more, not much has changed except putting on some fat and muscles on my previously stick thin teenage body. my green eyes are as vibrant as ever, even with the dark bags under my eyes. my dark brown hair is in an untamed mess like usual and with a splash of water, the ever-present grin returns to my previously emotionless face.
"cheer up! happy thoughts, we got shit to do"

Finishing up, I start gathering my personal items and check up on ST to see that he has finished packing up all the equipment, all of it fitting into a camper that I have removed the insides of, to fit all my equipment better.
sighing, I get on my modified quad bike and drive it onto a small square patch of scrap metal.
with a clang my wheels drop into four slots in the center of the square patch and suddenly the scrap metal unfolds like origami around my quad bike, creating a fake truck shell that looks indistinguishable from the numerous other trucks on the road I'll be taking.
it even has decoy people inside, while I can still see and drive the truck perfectly by using small ATM screens as windows and side mirrors. now I won't get pulled over for driving without a license at 14 years old.

attaching the camper to the truck shell, I quietly drive out of my, now old, base and begin making my way towards Indiana.

It wasn't my Plan A, nor was it Plan B. but Plan C.
Plan A was the generic, inserted into Marvel scenario. 1) go to Tony Stank; 2)demand to work for him; 3) impress him with you briliant bullshit; 4) end up adopted because you pulled on his mechanical heart strings; 5)help him with his ptsd; 6)survive Endgame; 7)profit.
plan B was a bit less generic. 1)create a fake ID, 2)start a company, 3)become big rich man; 4)create your own version of SHIELD; 5)solve world hunger; 6)bring peace to the world; 7)destroy Thanos with your big rich man energy; 8)even more profit.
sadly I don't think I'm ready for either of the first two. but on my way out of New York I'll be looking into my Plan S.

around 20 minutes later I am standing on the sidewalk of what is supposed to be 177A bleecker street. you might've noticed I said "what is supposed to be", well that is because there is nothing there!
literally nothing!
Its as if someone came here with a giant eraser, erased the whole thing and then stuck the now separate two parts together.
"What the FUCK!" I can't help but shout at the unfairness of the world
"where the fuck did it go! It couldn't have just-" oof
I am unable to finish my words as a flying newspaper page hits me in the face, temporary blinding me

struggling for a moment, I take off the loose piece of paper and can't help but curse every bald person in existence-
one of the most prominent articles has a huge "NO!" as the headline...
"you have got to be kidding me! this has to be a joke-" fwum
another piece of paper hits my face
this one says "WHY YOU SHOULD LEAVE YOUR JOB NOW"
"NO! Im not leaving until I get an explanation! what the hell is all this supposed to be!? I CAN HELP GODS DAMN IT! I WANT TO HELP!" I shout into the sky, only for another piece of paper to fly at my face.
This time I manage to catch it, quickly looking at it. I can't help but curse my fate.
"COULD YOU BE THE PROBLEM? THE ANSWER MIGHT SURPRISE YOU!" and then a little below it, it said "YES"

throwing away the cursed papers, I sullenly limp across the sidewalk and enter my vehicle, silently continuing on my path to Indiana.

The drive to Indiana helped get my mind off of things, as well as messing with the few gas stations on the way there with my H4CK3R M4N(tm) phone. it was fun making the ATMs eject all their cash and watch the people there rush and climb over each other to get the money. what? there is nothing wrong with me! its you that doesn't know how to have fun.

and while I was messing around with my phone, I had spotted some new files that had been created at 3:54 am last night. when checking them I discovered that it was filled with shitpost tier Marvel memes I had handcrafted in my delirious state and then set up a simple program to connect to nearby phones, creating a gigantic jungle of proxies, this would continue for around 2-3 hours, in which thousands of phones will be connected and then send a singular meme to Tony Stank's personal number. this was set up to happen once every 4-7 weeks.
after realizing what was happening, I had a mini heart attack thinking that I had sent something world threatening on an open network that Hydra could access. but no. all the memes are absolute shitposts and I don't know if you consider a badly photoshopped picture of purple gumby with a raisin as chin and a yellow oven mitt saying this a 'spoiler':

"I am-
going to shit your self-
that is-
Inevitable"

anyway, after hours upon hours of driving, I had found the perfect spot for my base.
Yes, it's another junkyard, but this time its absolutely abandoned! there are plants growing on the old junk, I saw three different set of people come here and dump their trash, all without caring about being discreet. its perfect.

I drove around the back of the giant lot of land, which took quite some time and cut out an entryway with a torch, sealing it back up as soon as I was in.

driving around until I find a clear enough space, the facade of the truck falls away and the trailer detaches.
opening the camper's door, Scrap Trap steps out bringing my marvelous Noclunium reactor with him.
as soon as the he steps out, I enter the van and grab some other stuff, helping ST unload. as I'm about the step out of the camper's door, my injured leg gives out leading me to fall below and making me drop my equipment on the ground.

There is no sound, just silence as I lay there on the ground staring at nothing.

with a grunt, I pull myself up and look at the equipment I dropped only to find it, them being held by Scrap Trap, my suped up laptop, previously a single object now multiple pieces. Scrap Traps camera pointed at me, emotionless, yet I can't help but think that it's looking at me with pity, worry for my well being. I can't help the feeling of rage bubble beneath my skin. but, I know, there is no emotion within the robot. it is merely waiting form me to move out of the way to continue its job of unloading and storing the equipment, there is no emotion within it.
I'm merely projecting my feelings.
fwooo
with a breath, I limp over to ST and take the laptop's pieces, find a spot to sit down and begin putting it back together. I've dealt with worse, I will deal with worse.
that is the way of life.

[oof, emotions I was never too good with those. but anger is the one im most familiar with. I wonder what an alternate version of me will choose to do to deal with the ever present emotion, will he let it flow out into the world, releasing it and clearing his mind? maybe some controlled bursts of anger becoming his driving force?]
[or will he drag it into the depths and ignore it until it explodes]

[but who cares about that! we have tech to make! memes to shitpost! world to save! tags to rip off of mattresses! Titans to kill!]

RottenSuccphagus · Jun 28, 2024

{I Do Not Own Marvel}

I had, by now, spent three days in my new base and I already knew that this was the one.
I had all the material I could want and more. With new stuff being (illegally) dumped every few days.

Carrying multiple mechanical parts in my hands I approach what appears to be a small, unfinished spider drone with eight legs as well as four arms. My steps making annoying squeaking sounds as the exo-harness on my leg moves. it is a, hopefully, temporary solution. The pain is still not gone, but at least I won't be falling down anymore.
Kneeling down next to the unfinished bot, I grit my teeth from the pain, and continue building the bot.
These shall be my unnamed construction bots, soon I'll have hundreds of them running around and helping me build bigger things.

After an hour of tinkering with the bot, I finally decide that it's as good as I can do currently and insert an Energon cube in the chest, turning it on.

The spider shaped drone lifts its body off the ground with its legs, fully standing up and then begins calibrating all its limbs. The legs sticking to the ground one by one and then later unstuck. The arms being extended, turned in all directions and all the rudimentary tools being deployed, such as mini discs taken from angle grinders, a tiny repulsor powered blowtorch as well as magnetic and non-magnetic grabbers.

At its full height, it barely reaches my waist and need I remind you, I am still 14 years of age. Meaning I am around 1.52 meters or around 5 foot for the Americans.
I watch as the drone finishes it's calibration and then scuttles off towards Scrap Trap where, the elder bot will initiate the "Mother Duckling" protocol, firstly guiding the new drone around the edges of our claimed territory, as well as the current location of our biggest resource deposits, meaning a large collection of electronics or vehicles, and then the drone will follow ST with the gathering of materials.

I turn around and right as I'm about to begin making a second drone, I hear a ping come from my now fixed laptop. With the physical tasks taken care of I check up on my laptop to find that the file transfer is at 50%.

I am trying to get a valid ID in this world. The quickest and easiest way would be to just hack into the US government registry and create an ID that way, but that is just asking SHIELD to lock on to my ass and lock me up.

What I'm doing instead is sending my desired data single bit by bit to my home country's database, as it is still recovering from a war that happened not too long ago, both in this reality and my old one, such changes are excepted to happen in the database.

I have built, what I consider to be a pretty good background for myself. Living near the border with my family, which was one of the first places to be attacked, we barely made it out of the country, my father lost in the attack and my mother dying of injuries soon after getting us into the wonderful US of A, within which I have been wondering around homeless and orphaned. and the reason for my limp is a bullet wound, because duh. Sometimes you don't need to lie. Alongside that, if anyone mentions my family I won't have to act sad as I have really lost them. They may not be dead but they are far enough away that they might as well be.

After this is complete, I will use my status as a refugee to get a valid ID here and start a legitimate business when I turn legal age.

[May 4, 2012]
I, Jessy Malcolm, have a dream. That one day I will make a great portal gun and travel the universe!
"Jessy! Quickly grab your notebook we need to go!" mom and dad have been in a rush for the past few minutes. Something about a bomb threat. I can't help but make fun of my parents for their fear of this "bomb threat", of course a bomb is a threat silly! That's their whole shtick.
They are panicking this much about the threat of bombs but when I was fearing quicksand and falling anvils they were laughing at me.
Hmph
This'll teach them.

My parents lead me outside and followed the police officers that were guiding us. In the way I saw all our neighbors doing the same.

When we finally stopped moving, I got to hang out with the other kids and play tag.

It wasn't until an hour later that a great beam of blue light pierced the sky, but I couldn't see where it came from, but I did see it expand into a disk that transformed into a portal! A real portal! My dreams were coming true!

We were going to die. Aliens were invading and we were all going to die. Where is Iron Man? Please save us!

A giant space whale was coming right at us, people were rushing and crashing into each other, a few police officers started shooting at it but it wasn't doing anything.
We were going to die.

As the space whale descended onto the street in front of us it opened it mouth and begun advancing. A heavy hum descended onto the crowd from above, coming from a giant beetle like mechanical construct.

It landed between the people and the space whale, the carapace on its back shifting and reforming into a great big cannon the barrel of which was as wide as a car.

And from the cannon, blasted forth balls of light, so hot that even many meters away the people still felt it's blistering heat.

The balls of light impacted the alien creature and washed over it like a liquid. The areas it touched, melted into slag. Each ball digging and melting great holes within the creature, until its head was gone and it could no longer move.

Around them, more of the beetles were seen firing upon the invading alien forces. Alongside the mechanical beetles were smaller spider like robots that were using their lighter frame and smaller weapons to hunt down any stragglers.

In the air Dragonfly like creations flew at great speeds, near impossible to make out with the untrained eye, only visible due to their great maneuverability allowing them to stop and turn on a dime
It was a battle of innumerable swarm versus innumerable swarm. One hunting down humans and the other hopefully on the side of humans

The End (?)

RottenSuccphagus · Jun 28, 2024

I'm not really a big fan of this story. had to rewrite the 3rd chapter 5 times, each time it would drive the story in a different direction, a direction that I was not comfortable with.
so I am sorry for anyone who expected something better. If you wish to, you can use this story however you want.
Imma go and continue writing the worm Celestial forge story I've got cooking. as well as a Greg centric worm fic and a MHA fic.
love ya and see ya
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MCU: Tinkering With Fate

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