Author's Note: I wrote this for an rpg I never really played. I hope you enjoy anyhow. Meant to be set in the Marvel Universe.

Taking a Shot

His name was Ryan Macun. He was the star basketball player for Dayshore High School. People looked up to him, but he looked down on no one. Nobody knew this, but he wasn't all that proud of being an athlete. To him, all he was doing was fitting into the typical jock stereotype. Ryan wanted to create his own identity; he just didn't know how to start. Ryan wasn't the smartest guy, and however cool people thought he was was because of his basketball talents.

What was he looking for? If he told anyone, people would think he's an 8-year-old stuck in a 17-year-old body. Ryan wanted to be a hero. He'd hear sirens and would have to stifle himself from running to the rescue. Ryan would watch those action-packed, superhero cartoons and thinks how it'd be awesome for him to come to someone's rescue. Still, all it ever was was a daydream. I mean, how could a basketball star be more than an athletic hero to anyone?

Monday Night, State Championship Game:

The gymnasium was filled with roaring fans, cheering on their favorite Dayshore Dolphins player. Jeff Coldman, Ryan's wacky best friend who would sell you a bra as earmuffs if he thought it would somehow help him out of a jam, was sitting in the bleachers with his face painted of the school colors, blue and black, with a foam finger on hand, struggling to cheer on his friend and eat a completely loaded hot dog at the same time. The announcer's thundering voice was narrating the whole game.

"30 seconds on the clock, Johnson steals the ball from Cowalski, Cowalski dribble the ball to the net, and ooooh! Macun steals in for the rebound and takes it to the other end of the court. 10 seconds left, Macun shoots for the win and, SCORE! The Dolphins wins the match against the Lions 20-19!"

Ryan enjoyed being lifted by his peers, but was stifled in a way by a slight headache. In a second, there was a flash through his eyes and was surprised to be standing in the same spot where he took the shot, and there was 10 seconds left on the clock! The narrator was announcing to game, and everyone was surprised that Ryan wasn't moving. People yelled to take the shot, but almost instantly the clock moved to zero and the announcer proclaimed, "Macun choked at the net, the Lions defeat the Dolphins 19-18. The challengers are victor!"

"What the heck is going on here? The Dolphins already won! How did I get out of the arms of my teammates?"

Ryan filled with a mix of anger and confusion, and once again a flash went through his eyes. He himself in the same position as before, ready to take the shot. This time Ryan wouldn't let shock get the better of him and he took the shot and won the game a second time. Everything was as before, but then, trying to not show his shock, he walked over to Jeff and said, "Dude, we need to meet up, somethin' serious is happenin'! Meet me in the locker room after the crowd clears."

About a half hour later everyone cleared out. His parents were waiting for him in the car, though he'd be graduating soon. Jeff sat down in a seat, still sipping some soda, and waiting for his friend to stop pacing and finally just tell him what's on his mind. Ryan rubbed his hands, preparing to speak. From there, Ryan told Jeff about the strange occurrence. Almost like he could….turn back seconds in time.

"Ooh, ooh, dude! You could totally be a superhero!"

"Wait, what? I don't know what happened, how I did it, if it was even me….dude, you crazy!"

"See a disaster, turn back time and pitch in! All you need is a name, cuz those costumes, well, some is just down-right wrong for a guy to wear, know what I'm sayin'?"

"Jeff – "

"Timeturner? No, that's that gizmo from Harry Potter 3 I think…"

"Dude,"

"Timeframe? Nah, the muscle-heads won't get it, am I right? Let's see…"

"C'mon, man!"

"Rewind! Simple and cool! You are so in, man!"

"You want me to walk around calling myself Rewind? And I thought I had heroes on the brain, dude. I don't even know how to do it."

"Just repeat the feeling you had when it happened, don't you watch cartoons?"

"My super-fate is in the hands of a friend who gets his advice from super-cartoons. I fear for us all."