A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first story on , I will admit that I am not the best writer, however I will try my best to make this story as enjoyable as possible.

Anywhoodle, let's go!

Adapt 1.1

I groaned as my alarm started to go off. Ugh. I feel like shit, but I better get up.

I pulled my arm out from under the covers and moved it over to my bedside table, my hand searching for my mobile phone so I could turn off the alarm.

After about a minute of fumbling around without success, I slowly pulled myself up and opened my eyes, which were greeted by a phone that looked nothing like my phone.

Wait. What the heck?

I grabbed the phone, and attempted to turn off the alarm. It took me a couple of tries, however I finally figured out how to get the damn thing to stop buzzing.

I stared at it for a bit longer, trying in vain to remember where the hell this strange phone had come from, but to no avail. I placed the phone back down on the bedside table and looked around the room.

It looked like my phone wasn't the only thing that had changed. This was not my bedroom; I could tell by the distinct lack of messiness. I was resting in a large, king-sized bed in the corner of the room. There was also a table with an old-style laptop and printer resting on it, a closet, a chest of drawers, a large mirror and an office chair. Where the hell am I?

Scared, and somewhat curious, I slowly slid out of the bed. I was dressed in some kind of superhero pajamas, but I didn't recognize the figures that periodically dotted the pants and shirt.

I also noticed that I was a lot thinner.

I'll admit, I wasn't a very fit guy. Not really fat either, just a tad bit too chubby. But now as I walked over to the mirror and looked myself over, I could see that a lot of it was gone. I didn't have abs or anything like that, but I definitely had a lot more muscle than I once did.

Why the heck would someone kidnap me or something, and then give me plastic surgery?

This situation was starting to get stranger and stranger, but I had something far more pressing on my mind.

Where the hell was I?

I stared at the small pile of items next to my laptop that I had found scattered around the room. A wallet, keys, and a few important-looking documents, all of which I had never seen before in my entire life. Maybe there was some ID in the wallet or something?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

I picked up the wallet and flipped it open to reveal exactly what I was looking for. Huh.

It was fake, but it had some very important information on it, such as my "new" name - Nathan Howard -, my date of birth - 14th of March, 1996 - and where I was born, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire.

Wait... Brockton Bay?!

Well, looks like I figured out where I was. Of all the places I could have been sent to by this random omnipotent asshole, I was trapped in Worm.

Yaaaaaaay.

Oh, sure, the story was pretty good and all, but actually living there? Not even counting the Endbringers and Scion's eventual genocidal spree, things were really, really shitty. The Slaughterhouse Nine, the various gangs, the Yangban and NAZIS just to name a few of the fucked-up things out there.

There wasn't much else in the wallet, just a bit of cash and a few cards. Placing wallet down, I grabbed my phone and checked the date – 1st of March, 2011 -. Wasn't Taylor's first night out in costume just a month away? Well, at least I got given some breathing room.

Among the documents was a birth certificate, and some kind of school transfer form. Apparently, I had transferred from Clarendon High to Arcadia. I was slightly disappointed that I wouldn't be able to help Taylor at Winslow, but then again, it was probably far too late for me to make a difference on my own.

There wasn't much else to look at. The keys were just to the small house itself, and the rest of the documents didn't have anything particularly interesting on them. I sat down in the chair and booted up my laptop. I wouldn't start school at Arcadia until Monday on the seventh, which left me with a whole week to burn.

About two hours later, I had pretty much confirmed that I was in Worm. The first thing I checked for was PHO, which I quickly signed up to. I browsed through various threads, and thankfully, only a small number of things seemed different from the story.

Both the E88 and the ABB had more capes than in canon. There was a bit on Nazi capes, and even less on the Asian, but after a fair bit of looking around both on PHO and the Wiki, I knew their powers.

On the Empire's side was Panzer and Skadi. Panzer was a mid-tier brute, who could reduce the damage of any attack that hit him, while Skadi could create and throw explosive balls of blue fire at her enemies. Nothing extremely painful to fight, however they could still do a lot of damage.

The Azn Bad Boys only had one new cape, that went by the name of Tamashi. From what I had read, she only seemed like a low-level stranger with the ability to turn invisible. It could be possible that she had another ability, as it wouldn't suit Lung to recruit weaklings, however I didn't know for certain.

I was pretty certain that Bakuda had been recruited before Lung's first capture, which meant in total the ABB only had four capes, and the Empire had, what, over fifteen?

Jesus, how the heck did the Merchants and the ABB survive when they had that many? Kaiser really was incompetent, it seemed.

Speaking of the Merchants, how the hell had they survived this long? Sure, they had a few hundred unpowered goons but their capes were rubbish. It's amazing that even the Protectorate hadn't gotten rid of them yet.

Ugh.

I spent the rest of the day writing down everything I could remember about canon and the timeline of Worm.

Thank god for those Worm threads on Spacebattles.

I really hoped that I had some kind of protection against thinkers. This stuff alone would be like a goldmine to them, and if someone like Coil got to them…

Fucking thinkers.

I grabbed the stack of paper and placed it in the bottom of the chest of drawers, under a pile of folded clothing. Not the best place to hide them, but it's not like putting them in a safe would be any better.

Hell, wasn't Tattletale able to hack into the PRT's video feeds? A safe wouldn't even slow her down. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, thinking.

Why, of all places, did I get dropped here? Sure, I liked the story and the many, many pieces of fan-fiction that followed, but what should I do? Let things go roughly the same way as canon, or try and intervene? I was already too late to try and do anything about the locker incident, but I could show up at the Lung fight and help out...

Wait.

Did I even have any powers?

I looked down at my hands. Surely, I would have been given something if I was going to be thrown into this hellhole? I closed my eyes and relaxed, waiting for something to happen.

Surprise surprise, nothing happened. Disappointed, I opened my eyes. Perhaps my power can only be activated in a fight or something? God, if it's something like that I hope it comes with regeneration.

Maybe I could head on over to the ship graveyard and do power testing there? Obviously, the gangs and such would have people watching the area. All those wrecked ships were a goldmine for new tinkers, and it had a lot of stuff that could be used for target practice. I think I would go down there when it got darker outside.

For now, I pulled myself off the chair and made my way into the kitchen to get some food. The kitchen itself was small, with a fridge, microwave, a few cupboards and a small table to sit at. I opened up the fridge, and seeing that it was already filled with food, pulled out a TV dinner.

Yum.

It was just before midnight when I decided that the time was right to head on down to the boat graveyard.

The Graveyard itself, previously known as Lords Port, was the result of the collapse of the local industry and shipping. When the shipping companies saw what was happening they used their ships and effectively blockaded the port, staging a massive protest to try and make sure they didn't have to walk away empty handed. The peaceful protests gave way to violence and arrests, as the sailors refused to move the ships out of the harbor.

This resulted in the Boat Graveyard being created; around fifty old and rusted ships that dotted an entire section of the coastline. Different cargo and container ships of all sizes and models laid at rest there, a goldmine of metals and materials, which made it not only a popular dumping ground, but also a place where people scavenged for parts and electronics to sell.

And, due to this, it was also a place that was dangerous for Tinkers.

The gangs knew what was in the Graveyard, and often had men watching the area to see if there might be any new tinkers that might be going to the Graveyard often to scavenge for parts to create their devices.

Even if the gangs did come down on me for going to the Graveyard, I didn't know for certain if I was a cape.

I looked through my closet and grabbed some clothes. A pair of dark blue jeans, a long-sleeved black shirt and a black hoodie. I also grabbed a scarf that I wrapped around my face to protect my identity and a pair of gloves.

Not the greatest costume, but it would have to do.

I could have grabbed my wallet as well, but I decided against it. If I got mugged, I didn't want to lose anything.

Well, here goes nothing.

The city was silent as I made my way through the docks. What was once home to a thriving shipping industry was now nothing but a large stretch of ruined and abandoned buildings. No doubt the gangs had claimed a few of them for their own as well.

I moved swiftly and carefully, sticking to the shadows when I could hear gang members or druggies nearby. The area was Merchant territory from what I could tell by the gang-tags that littered the area, and I didn't really feel like getting mugged.

To the north of the Docks was the trainyard, where containers from the ships would have been transported from the bay to other cities. Now, it was a lot like the graveyard, filled with old and broken down trains. It would eventually become the home of the cape Trainwreck, but for now it was probably also Merchant territory.

Eventually, I made my way past the Lord Street Market. One of the more popular areas in the Docks, the area was lined with stalls that could be rented and small shops that sold everything and anything. From charms and bracelets to overstock from the bigger stores that had been discounted by about 30%, the marketplace was the place to go if you weren't rich enough to spend a day at the boardwalk.

There was less of a gang presence around the market, as it was one of the areas patrolled by the Protectorate due to the large amount of people who would come down to buy and sell things. Even so, many stores still paid protection money to the ABB or E88.

And just past the market, was the Boat Graveyard itself.

As I entered, I couldn't help but feel awe as I looked at the massive container ships that had been run aground on purpose, and left to rust. The metal that the ships were made of alone was probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, how could they let this stuff just sit here and not do anything about it?

Off in the distance, I could see the Protectorate Headquarters in Brockton Bay, nicknamed the "Rig" due to the fact it was built on top of an old, abandoned oil rig. The place was a literal fortress, with defence turrets, a giant bubble force field and even an inter-city missile defence system, which for some reason, they never used.

Seriously. If the villains were holed up in an abandoned warehouse, don't send in the heroes that could be injured. Just blow the place up!

Ugh. To be fair, it was more the fact that the PRT and the Protectorate were obsessed with PR than incompetence. And there was the fact that most of the higher-ups were complete assholes.

Now, where was I?

Power testing, that's it.

I made my way over to one of the abandoned ships, and placed my hand on its rusted metal surface. It was cool to the touch.

Any chance of a mover rating was out, since I didn't move any faster than normal when I was making my way here.

I clenched my hand into a fist and drew my arm back. Maybe I'm a brute?

With that in mind, threw my fist forwards, straight into the side of the container ship.

Turns out, I did not have a brute rating.

Note to self, do not punch hard things.

My hand had turned red and was hurting profusely, with a few small scrapes and cuts that bled a little. I rubbed it with my other hand, trying to ease the pain as I turned around and slumped against the ship.

Thank goodness that I had gotten my tetanus shots.

Did I even get any powers at all?

It was a frightening thought. Did I really get sent here by a ROB with absolutely no way to defend myself? No, they wouldn't be that cruel.

Right?

I sat there for a few more moments before I noticed that my hand had stopped hurting.

When I looked down at it, it looked completely normal, as if nothing had happened to it at all. Maybe this was my power? Some kind of healing effect or regeneration from the looks of it. Internally I was cheering.

I had superpowers.

Fuck yeah.

I jumped up on my feet and turned around to face the rough metal surface of the ship again, intent on punching it one more time to see if the same thing would happen.

Like before, I drew my fist back and let it fly. However, this time nothing happened.

My hand had hit the metal surface, I felt it. But it didn't hurt. Startled, I looked at my fist again, and I saw that there wasn't even a scratch.

Huh.

Well, that's weird.

A/N: Can anyone guess which canon characters power Nathan's is based off?