("Speech")
(Thought)
I woke up with a start. The noise of the city hitting me far too strongly. Looking back I'm surprised that was the first thing I noticed, how loud everything was. Wherever I was it most certainly wasn't my bedroom, where I'm sure I fell asleep last night.
I felt a prickling sensation on my arms and back which only served to make me even more cautious. The noise still deafening, I grasp around trying to try and get a hold on something anything. Slowly opening my eyes to see sun rays peaking through branches and leaves of the tree I'm lying underneath. I don't understand what was going on. When did I go to sleep outside. I should have woken up looking at my bedroom ceiling.
Rising suddenly I look around me in panic. It looks like I'm in a park. There are people million ground and sitting on the grass and benches. I see dog eagerly chasing a thrown ball. I jump to my feet holding on the tree to steady myself. Was I kidnapped? No way my brother won't do something as crazy as this for a prank. He'd definitely...
With dawning horror I realized something even more shocking. I couldn't remember anything. I know I had a brother. But I can't remember his face or his name or MY name. It was liking trying to grab mist, I knew it was there but it kept escaping my grasp. Feeling weak at the knees I sank back down slowly leaning on the tree behind me. Alright deep breaths whatever my name is, deep breaths. Panicking won't help me, it'll only make things worse.
My memory was cloudy at best. I can remember places I've been to things I've watched and read but I could remember the faces or names of the people in my life at all.
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When I finally got myself together I once again attempted to pinpoint my location. This was clearly a park, definitely the biggest park I've ever been in without a doubt. Stepping away from the shadow of the tree I looked around the edges of the park. All around there was huge buildings surrounding the park in a rectangular shape. I can see even more peaking over the tree-line. The sight oil my breath away instantly. I have never so many tall buildings in my entire life. It was as if I wasn't even in England anymore...
The more I observed my surroundings the more familiar it looked to me. I have seen this skyline so many times in my life. Not in person but through a screen, in movies, TV shows in everything. How the hell did I get to New York city.
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Ok, so I was in a different city in an entirely different country. Across a whole goddamn ocean my mind supplied unhelpfully. This wasn't the end of the world. All I need to do was get in contact with the relevant authorities and explain how I fell asleep in Manchester, England and woke up in New York city, New York. My painfully obvious british accent should hopefully keep me from getting arrested... Who the hell am I kidding, I'm definitely getting arrested as an illegal immigrant.
Looking through the pockets of the jeans I was wearing, didn't go to sleep in these who the hell would, I was unsupervised to find nothing. No wallet which means no identification which means prison. Forever. And don't say I'm being melodramatic either, Trump is the president now after all.
I find myself in a pickle. Without direction I had no idea where to go. Looking around I saw a jogger running at a steady pace towards my general direction. I floundered for a moment trying to think of what to say before I gestured towards the jogger.
"Excuse me ma'am may I ask for some directions" hopefully my british accent disarms her, after all Americans have a fascination with it, right. That can't be some rubbish I heard on the internet, right. Argh focus you idiot.
"Sure, where are you trying to get to?" the athletic looking woman replied slowing down.
Relieved that I found what seemed to be a nice person I asked "Do you know how I can get to the closest library?".
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After receiving directions from the helpful woman I made my way to of the many gates. Alright this is it, first step into the city proper. Try not to get lost.
Stepping onto the sidewalk I was taken aback by the sheer number of people. Now I grew up in a big city myself but New York dwarfs everything back home in size and numbers. The sidewalks were packed with pedestrians walking passed each shoulder to shoulder. I was swept away with flow of the crowd around me, unwilling heading towards the opposite direction that I should be. Quickly untangling myself whilst trying to run into as few people as I could, I make my way to the library.
I arrived at the arrived at my destination some 20 minutes later. As I entered the library I looked for a computer. Sitting down at an empty computer I was relieved to find that I didn't have to sign in. It was currently 7pm as the time displayed on the computer but the year wasn't correct, which was sloppy of the library management. Ignoring that I quickly searched recent news which kept referring to Stark Industries as if that was a real thing.
But the more I read the more the sinking feeling in my stomach increased. This just wasn't possible. There is a clear line between fiction and reality. Was I going insane? How would I know? No really, how would I...
"Excuse me sir" called a voice behind me.
Slowly turning around I was met with the sight of what looked to be the librarian.
"Yes can I help you" I managed to stutter out.
"Sir the library is now closing so if you can please make your way to the exit"
Ah I see. I must have been here longer than I thought. Actually this was a good opportunity to get some answers from a somewhat reliable source.
"Of course, just one thing ma'am. What year is it?" I asked hoping she breaks me out of this delusion.
With a slight confused frown she replied "it's 2011, why do you ask?".
For a moment I froze in pure shock. This wasn't possible, couldn't be possible. I mean time travel, that's ridiculous, right? And not only that but time travel into a fictional world.
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Finally once the librarian shooed me out whilst muttering under her breath, I was on the streets again. I had to organise my thoughts. There were too many shocking revelations one after the other, I couldn't handle it.
Ok, so you're in the marvel universe and also somehow travelled 7 years in the past. You're in a superhero setting. THE superhero setting, other than DC, which thank god I haven't been dropped in. This is manageable. Your know where all the fights happen, just stay away from them and then...
Shit I just remembered, The Snap... I'm so screwed.
AN - This is the very first fanfic I've ever written so don't expect anything out of this world. Still any and all constructive criticism is welcome as it will hopefully help me become a better writer.
Another note is that from Chapter 1 onwards I will be making sure that every chapter is at LEAST 1500 words.