Marvels: Through My Eyes

A Journey through the Marvel-Movieverse

A/N: I will be telling the story of an OC who happens to witness events of the movieverse and/or takes part in them. I will try to cover every live action thing from Blade to Iron Man 2. I will update as much as I can, especially when the new movies (Thor, Cap. America, etc.) come around and I will probably have to fix the continuity which is what this whole story is about for me. I hope you enjoy. I'll also try to incorporate as much of the comics that I know of in here as I possible can.

My Earth name is Stephen Foster. But I wasn't always an Earthling. My name is Zee and I come from a race of beings with a similar physiology. If one of my people were to be put next to a human, the naked eye could tell no difference. To properly start my story, I must tell a little about my world, Zion. Years before I was born, we were generally known for our pacifism and our passion for science. But all that changed when my grandfather, the emperor, was betrayed and killed by the head General of his regime. The General took the crown and malformed our way of life. Neighboring solar systems were on watch and had their defenses ready for whenever the General would attack. Our scientists were now forced to gain knowledge to their new monarch's advantage. That's when they discovered…them.

One day, on a dead world where only dust and bones remained of the life forms home to it, our astronauts found a curious piece of liquid or plasma. Little did they know that the goo was a very unique form of life. Upon examination, the thing latched itself on one of the scientists. Further tests on the specimen and the man it attached itself to revealed a symbiotic nature in the creature. The man was not dead, but it appeared to be coated with a hardened version of the stuff the creature was made of. His strength, speed, agility, and other senses were severely augmented. Needless, to say, the General was very interested when news of this newly discovered race reached him.

Upon the General's command, the desolate world was searched again, only this time more creatures were found. Dozens of symbiotes were brought back to Zion. Curious of their capabilities as a biological weapon, as well as for his own amusement, the General had his slaves and prisoners punished by forcing them to bond with the symbiotes and become gladiators, fighting to the death in front of hundreds of the General's soldiers. This became quite a regular sport. There were even favorite gladiator symbiotes. You see, the creatures came in many colors. Some were red, some green, etc. However, there was only one that was BLACK. This vile creature was nicknamed "Vron," which in my native language means, "venom of the soul." It was called that because whoever was forced to bond with it was sucked dry of energy after the fight and killed. No one picked to "wear" Vron ever survived. Ironically, it was Vron's excessive symbiosis with the gladiator that killed him, never the opponent. Theories suggest that all the symbiotes were filled with emotions, as sentient beings would. Thus, Vron's primary emotions would be fear and anger.

Soon, the status quo of Zion would change, as my father Zed grew up on the run after his father was killed. Over the years, he led a resistance against the General, but he was fighting a losing battle. Things got even worse when he was captured. The General could think of no greater execution than being bonded to Vron and fight in the arena. However, Zed's hatred matched Vron's own hatred for their respective captors. When they bonded, a monstrous roar sounded and in a few seconds, the opponent was dead, but it didn't stop there. Even though the audience in the stands should have been protected from the agile creatures, this time it wasn't enough. With one great leap, Vron/Zed jumped for the top of the audience where the throne sat. With fear in his eyes, the General let out a loud scream as Vron/Zed landed in front of him and tore him to shreds. Too afraid to fight against the monster, the General's soldiers surrendered or ran away as the feral thing roared into the night sky, with my kingdom returned to my family.

Afterwards, Zed was able to remove Vron using sonic waves and decided to keep it in the royal armory when he was crowned king. He later married my mother, and then they had my brother Zao and me. My father was a good man, but there were occasions when he would have outbursts of anger. Sometimes he even screamed in his sleep. In my youth, I spotted him a few times outside the armory, nervously tapping his foot, just staring at it. As he got older, the outburst became more physical and violent. One day, my mother died rather suddenly. Whether it was by my father's hand or by her heart breaking at what her husband had become, I cannot say for I was too young to understand these things. Zao apparently wasn't. After Mother passed, I could see a mad look in his eyes, especially whenever Father was in the same room as us. It wasn't that long before the pressure got to him and he acted on his rage. Being the firstborn Prince, and almost grown to manhood, he was allowed in the royal armory. We'd heard war stories of the strange creatures over the years. I was always scared by the idea of things that could bond to you and give and take so much, but Zao was always fascinated. He took Vron out of his containment field and immediately bonded with it. Another roar let out, waking me from my slumber. I went to Father's room so he could calm me down as parents do. What I found was a horror no child should suffer through. Vron/Zao was throttling my father in his sleep, breaking his body as if he were a mere toy. I gave a cry and he saw me. In hindsight, I knew that Zao was then filled with shame and regret. The anger he once had, turned on the vile creature and himself, he ran to the lower levels of the palace. I followed, as well as the guards, to the central furnace. I remember the heat evaporating the tears pooling in my eyes as Zao threw himself inside the flames. When the guards got him out, he was beyond dead and apparently Vron with him. I had nightmares from then on, about screams of my family, warped by rage, as well as a black monster. My dream ended in a way that felt like a memory. It was of Zao, covered in the essence of Vron, jumping into the furnace, but a tiny drop of black goo separated and was on the floor, safe from the flames.

Years went by as I became a man. It takes a Zion man as long to mature as a human, though our life expectancies are centuries longer. I had come of age, and I was expecting to be crowned emperor. However, there were riots and protests. People were afraid of me, of what I could become. They remembered the horrors of my past, brought on by the madness in my father and brother. They obviously thought I wouldn't turn out any different. Many of the common folk wanted my head, save for my friends and my sweetheart Sara. Since I had done nothing wrong, the noblemen decided to appease the mob by banishing me to the far reaches of the universe.

I remember what I felt that last day on Zion. I felt the despair at the thought of never seeing Sara again. I remember the nauseous feeling of anxiety as my small shuttle went off into the upper atmosphere. I had no idea that the fear that Vron gave to me would dwindle that day as something far worse happened. It was a nightmare turned into reality. When I was a boy, my mother told me stories. One of them came from the planet Zenn-La in a neighboring solar system. It was about a giant man, or monster, or god. It would come to worlds and end them by causing total oblivion. It was just a bedtime story, one that came from another world, but before I was even a quarter of the way out of the solar system…Galactus came. At first it looked like a giant cosmic storm cloud ready to engulf my beloved world of Zion. However, as the cloud slowly enveloped the planet, a figure rose out of the eye of the storm. He, or it, looked like a gigantic man. His appearance, including that horned helmet and the raw power emitting from his hands, were all godlike. I screamed and pounded on the window, praying he would stop or at the very least take me instead. By the time my shuttle left the solar system, Galactus had gone, Zion looked dark and full of ash, and I sobbed myself to sleep thinking if only I could have died with them.

to be continued...

A/N: I know the whole Galactus thing seemed kind of rushed, but I felt it was important to the story later. If I get there you might see that when the FF and SS confront Galactus it becomes a turning point in the story.