Summary: Being alive in a world of Marvels wasn't all bad, besides the odd villain and or alien trying to kill him that is. But as long as he had the power to hold his own, then by all means. Let them come.

Quantum Displacement

Chapter I: Event Horizon

Event Horizon: Noun. Definition: A theoretical boundary around a black hole beyond which no light or other radiation can escape.

-Or-

A POINT OF NO RETURN

He closed the door to his apartment, locking it behind him as he did so. He didn't even take a single step inside before he felt his shoes brush into something. Bending down to pick the object up, he couldn't stop the feeling of disappointment wash over him. It was roughly one in the morning, grunting in both exhaustion and annoyance, he flicked the lights on, and walked towards the main area of the apartment.

Plopping down on his couch, the man began to flip through the various envelops. Though to his disappointment, they were mostly bills, "Light, water, cable, and heat. Good thing it's summer, otherwise I'd be freezing my ass off." Taking off his shoes, the man got up and headed for his room.

Opening the door, he was greeted with the sight of a queen sized bed, with various pop culture posters on the walls. Next to the bed was a nightstand, on top of it was a simple black laptop, exactly what he was initially looking for.

Picking it up and walking back to the living room, he plopped on the couch. Flipping it open and turning it on, he thought about his life up until this point. The laptop's black screen stared back at him, allowing him to perfectly see his reflection.

He was African-American, though his skin was still on the lighter side of the spectrum, his dark brown hair was cut low and into a medium fade, his nose was small and rounded, his lips and ears were close to being average sized, and his eyes were a sharp hazel. This was the overall appearance of one, Roy Dresden.

Roy signed in exhaustion as he typed in his password. Work was a bitch and a half, from dealing with his shitty boss to ungrateful customers. Add on the fact he was barely making enough to make ends meet, even with taking the graveyard shifts, he was nearing his limits.

And to think he was only twenty one.

He really should've thought about going to school. Instead, he went to the military at fresh age of seventeen and while he did enjoy his time there he wish he could've done it differently. He could've gotten a good education, and used that education to get a better job.

Three months of boot camp, two months of militaristic combat training, three more months at MOS school, and two deployments. Where'd that get him, you may ask? Will it got him in a shitty apartment, working at the aforementioned shitty job and dealing with crappy customers.

"There's no point," He shook his head, better to nip that depression before it grew, "All I can do now is move forward." Once it finished loading, the sight of his wallpaper greeted him. It was just a simple one of DC's Holy Trinity. No matter how many times he saw it, it would always spark the desire to be in that universe.

He knew that it was childish and the epitome of unrealistic, but that was what he wanted.

Adventure. To live and go on a never ending and exciting adventure. Of course it would be completely terrifying, but it would still be fun. Meeting and fighting alongside legends, alongside the men and women who had inspired countless people, who continue to inspire people, to be better than what they are.

But it was only a dream.

Roy opened his browser and spoke wistfully, "If only."

Completely loaded, Roy began to check his email, while it had nothing to do with his bills, it had been a habit he had picked up. What greeted him was one unread email, by someone he didn't know.

"ThePresence52?" He asked out loud, "Who the hell is that? I swear to god, if it's Matt I'm going deck him in the face," he clicked on it, "I already told him that investing in a crack house is a dumb and an illegal idea…" but he trailed off as he read the email.

What if I could give you this Adventure?

Roy took his eyes away from the screen and looked around. Was someone spying on him? Or was it pure coincidence. His ears picked up a ding, signifying he had received a new email. It was from the same person.

It is neither, Roy Dresden.

He gulped in uncertainty, his fingers started to shake as they neared the keyboard. "This is a huge mistake." But he couldn't stop himself. He invited the person to a chat room, which he or she accepted instantly, before typing up his response.

Who the hell are you? And how do you know about that?

Once he pressed enter. There was an instant reply.

It doesn't matter. You literally said it three minutes ago.

He paused in both mortification and surprise.

Well? What is your answer, Roy William Dresden?

Roy stares at that sentence before shrugging, "Fuck it."

Where will I go? What will I have? How would I survive? What would happen to me?

He pressed enter and waited.

The multiverse is vast. Filled with an infinite of worlds, I'm sure you're aware of this. It doesn't matter where or when go, there will always be an adventure, whether it be solving an equation or stopping half of humanity from being erased. There will always be an adventure.

Roy nodded along.

You will have nothing but the clothes on your back and shoes on your feet. That is all you require to get started, but in order for your adventure, your story to start. There first must be something to give it a push. A kickstart, if you will.

Roy felt a chill run up his spine. That didn't sound ominous at all. Nevertheless, he typed his response, but stopped himself short of pressing enter. What would he be getting himself into if he went through with this. Would he be able to go back, much less look back?

Those two words would either condemn him to hell or be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

He leaned back to look at his apartment. Which was close to no longer being under his name. Roy chuckled under his breath, "Guess there's no alternative." He pressed enter, secretly dreading what was going to happen next.

I accept.

Silence reigned supreme for what felt like eternity, maybe he was getting worked up over nothing….

*Click*

His lights turned off. The only light source being his laptop screen, "The hell? I'm not overdue, am I?" Putting on his shoes he got up and made for the door. He was gonna have to talk to the landlord about this. He was at the door when he heard a ding. Knowing what it meant he rushed back to his laptop and looked at the new message.

Then let your new adventure begin in earnest. Hope you survive the experience, Mr. Dresden.

Before he could even register it, he heard a sharp ping, and something akin to a soft boom. Then his world was filled with agony.

"Arggghhh!" Roy screamed out in pain, he felt his insides burning up. He felt his fingers being stretched to unimaginable lengths, his skin being pulled in all directions. He was vaguely aware of the bright blue that filled his vision, he was vaguely aware of the fact that the bright blue was actually a portal, and he wasn't even aware of what it was doing to him, of how it was rewriting his DNA in it's entirety, of how once the process was over he'd come out something impossible.

Because, at the forefront of his mind, what took all of his attention, was a face. It wasn't just any face, it was the face of a being that stood above all other beings, it was a being that strived for the total subservience of all living beings. The one who conquered planets and turned them into fire pits.

The face was black, almost the color of the night sky, and cracked along the surface, giving him an even more sinister look. His eyes shined with both power and authority. His eyes leaked energy, energy that should've existed, but here it was. Staring him down.

Then that power shot forward

In the midst of his screaming, he barely acknowledged his surroundings, instead he focused on that face. The face of he who brought an entire league of heroes to their knees without even trying. He knew who this was, what he represented, what his power represented.

As his body was bathed in the crimson red omega energy, he heard one thing ring out. A simple phrase that would haunt him till the end of his days.

All hail Darkseid.

Roy awoke to the cold. Blinking in surprise, he picked himself up, all the while taking in the blankets of white that littered the ground. The front portion of his body was littered with snow, making him cold by proxy. He just wanted it off…

*Vrrrbmmm*

A soft humming filled his ears. His eyes snapped towards the sound, and what greeted him shocked him beyond belief, "The hell?" His body was coated in a pulsating red energy field. It was giving off a soft vibration that got rid of the snow.

"I wonder," he pointed his hand forward and pictured a blast coming out, nothing, "Come on!" He thrusted his arm out again, but to no effect. Gritting his teeth in frustration he spoke, "The hell am I supposed to do?! Yell fire?! Charging Mah lazer?!"

Sighing in annoyance he looked up at the sky, "Where the hell am I?" Judging by the sky was next to impossible, because it was snowing, and all he could see was snow and trees. Well, if you didn't count that black smoke cloud in the air….

Silence.

"Holy shit!" He shouted as if something clicked, then he blinked before running off in the direction of the smoke, "Holy fucking shit!" This setting, that black smoke, his desire for adventure, he was really hoping that this wasn't what he thought it was, that he wasn't where he thought he was, because if so…

Then he was fucked.

Five minutes later…

It took him about five minutes to get the origin of the smoke, and the sight that greeted him made him want to cry in sadness and shoot who caused this, 'Fucking inhuman pieces of shit. Reading it is one thing, but seeing it up close? Completely. Different.' In front of him was a girl, probably thirteen years old, in an all black tactical jumpsuit, kneeling next to an older woman.

A dead woman.

In front of him was someone that had a higher kill count than the number of years he's been alive, in front of him was a girl that could kill him in more ways than he could even imagine, and no it isn't an hyperbole. The girl was that much of a badass.

In front of him was Laura fucking Kinney, clone of the fuckmothering Wolverine, who was also a badass, also known as X-23. A Goddamn killing machine. If he handled this poorly, he was beyond fucked. He slowly walked forward, using common sense and deciding running at the assassin as an idiotic course of action.

Still, being as highly trained as she was, her ears picked up on his movement and her green eyes snapped towards him, and dear god.

How can someone that young have eyes that broken?

She quickly stood up and got into a combat stance, which almost made him piss himself, but she didn't immediately attack. More than likely guarding her mother's body. He slowly rose his hands to his chest and spoke softly, "I'm not here to fight you. Okay?"

She didn't respond, she didn't even move.

"My names Roy. What's yours?" He gave her a friendly smile, hoping that it would be enough to get her to be somewhat calm. His eyes watched as she slowly lowered her arms. Her eyes then turned toward her mother's corpse, as though she was contemplating on whether or not she would answer.

"Laura." Her reply was so short and soft, he would have missed it if he wasn't giving her his undivided attention. That was good, she didn't have to answer, Hell he didn't even think she was going to.

"It's a beautiful name," And he truly meant that, he had a sister named Laura, he then nodded towards the woman on the ground, "Is that your mother, Laura?"

"Yes."

Roy spoke, slightly lowering his hands as he did so, "I'm sorry that she died, I'm sure that she loved you with all of her heart," He started to walk a little bit closer, seeing as how she was somewhat relaxed, "Is there anyone else, that could take care of you?"

She paused, as if in an internal debate. Although Roy was unfamiliar with her origin, he did know that she had an aunt and cousin somewhere in the states. Though their location was lost to him. She was more than likely deciding if she would be able to stay with them and keep them safe.

"No."

She lowered her head in uncertainty. That was right, she only had her mother, and she had killed her. The girl was probably thinking that she would probably be forced to kill her last living family members.

In the main universe, she would have to be alone, forced to run from the very people the turned her into a weapon. To not make any connections, in fear of them being killed, to be forced into prostitution because there were no alternatives. If he wasn't here, she'd be forced to go through all of that and more, and while she did have people willing to help her, she would always leave.

No matter how much she wanted to stay.

And although she came out of all of that for the better, could he really leave her to that fate? Now that he saw her damn near lifeless eyes? Could he leave her alone? Just for the sake of preserving the timeline?

No. No couldn't. He wouldn't.

"Then come with me," He replied, his hand reaching out towards her, "I won't pretend to know what you've been through, or even what's best for you. But no one, especially someone as young as you, deserves to be alone."

She looked at his hand, unsure whether or not she should take it. If he could be trusted or if he was going to use her too. She turned her eyes towards her mother's corpse once again. Unsure of what to do, although it looked like she was about to make a decision when her head suddenly snapped towards the building.

"We have to go." Laura stated, she then began to pick up various papers and files, before stuffing them in a duffel bag. Judging by the way she was moving and where she turned her head, he was guessing that helicopters were coming. "Reinforcements are coming."

He nodded, "You're the resident badass, lead the way." She then ran off, in the direction he had initially came from. He was about to follow suit, before he stopped and looked at Sarah's body, hoping that Laura wouldn't hear him, kneeling down and closing the dead woman's eyes he whispered, "I'll treat her like my family. Rest in peace, I'll make sure she won't suffer anymore."

It wasn't long before he caught up to Laura, which surprised him because he was never a good runner, and he was positive Laura wouldn't ruin her first chance at freedom to slow down for some random person she had just met.

He was a few paces behind when he heard a helicopter, looking up he noticed it a few meters in front of them, with armed men sliding down the ropes. They were here to take Laura back and kill him. He'd be damned if he let it happen though. A few of them were already on the ground, aiming their rifles at Laura.

He knew Laura could take care of herself, so he made his priority getting rid of the bird. Roy slowed down, allowing him to somewhat slide on the snow, he raised his right arm towards the helicopter and clenched his hand into a fist, noting that red energy was vibrating and pulsating around it, and thrusted forward.

It had the intended effect as a red beam of energy was fired, it crossed the distance between him and the copter in a fraction of a second. Once it made contact, the helicopter exploded into a flaming fireball, with pieces of it falling off in different directions.

Look down at his hand, he blinked, "Huh. So that's how they work. Cool." He heard a bang and instinctively dropped down into a crouch, scanning around to see where the sound came from. His eyes settled on a lone soldier a few yards away, but between him and the soldier was Laura, who had finished killing the rest of the soldiers.

Her head also snapped towards sniper, before she leaped at him, covering the distance in a single bound while doing so. He heard a 'oh shit!' and the sound of metal cutting metal, signifying the man was dead. Jogging up to her, he gave her a look over, "You okay?"

A simple nod.

"Good." Roy bent down and picked up the sniper rifle, it had been so long since he held one, "Let's get out of here, before anymore show up."

Nodding to each other, both of them continued running. While running he turned towards Laura, "Where's the nearest town? Or better yet, highway?" Because, he honestly didn't know where the fuck they were going.

She turned towards him, about to answer when her eyes widened in shock and surprise. She pushed him down and he was about to ask why when he noticed the arrow sticking out of her shoulder. She screamed in rage as another arrow lodged itself in her thigh.

The arrows had enough force behind them to pin her to a tree, a fact that once Roy realized, made him sneer in anger. Rolling to his feet, he prepared to fire a blast at the offender, only for another arrow to strike him in his hand.

"Fuck!" Roy bit out a curse as another one lodged itself in his left thigh, pinning him in an incredibly uncomfortable position. In any other situation he would've screamed his lungs out, but he knew better. They were on a mountain covered in snow. He wasn't stupid.

Out from behind a nearby group of trees, stepped out a tanned skinned woman, dressed in all black tactical gear that left some of her cleavage and arms exposed. She had black hair that stopped just below her shoulders, and bright green eyes that shined with amusement and sadism, and in her left hand was a large crossbow.

"Kimura." Laura glared at the smiling woman, her voice somehow being both dull and angry.

Kimura seemed to take great pleasure at both of their states, a little bit too much for Roy's liking, "Hello, 23." She stuck her tongue out, more than likely to get a rise out of Laura. Not that Roy would ever admit it, she did manage to get a rise out of him, but not for what she intended.

"Don't call her that," Roy snarled at the woman, before he could bite his tongue, he'd be damned before he let someone call her that again, "Her name's Laura."

The tanned woman blinked in surprise, "She actually gave it a name?" She brought a hand to her forehead, before laughing. It wasn't any ordinary laugh, it was a full belly laugh, as if she had heard the world's funniest joke, "She actually gave it a name?!"

She calmed down to mere chuckles before crouching in front of him, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look into her eyes, "Let me tell you something, for future reference, and because you managed to make me laugh," She jerked his head towards Laura, who looked like she wanted to do something, anything, but knew she couldn't act unless she wanted him to die, "That thing isn't a child. It isn't even human, it's a weapon. It's a weapon with a death count higher than the amount years you've been alive. Hell, it even killed the woman that gave birth to it!"

Laura's eyes drifted to the side, something that didn't escape his notice.

"The bosses want her back, they want their investment back and from what I've seen of you, I'll get a nice bonus if I hand you in as another lab rat for them to poke around in," Kimura jerked his head back forwards her. Her green orbs drilling into his hazel, "And if you think, for even a moment, that both of you are leaving this mountain, you're wrong. Dead wrong."

Letting go of his jaw, she stood up and tapped his cheek playfully, "So sit there like the dumbass you are and wait your turn, okay? Okay." She walked towards Laura, stopping just a few steps shy of being face to face with her.

"You've been free for what, an hour? And already got a man pinning over you?" Kimura shook her head and shrugged in a 'what-can-you-do?' way, "Don't wether Sarah would be proud or jealous. What do you think X? In my opinion, I'd say jealous, the bitch really needed to get laid."

"But enough about that," Kimura put a hand on her hip and smirked at Laura, "You've had your fun, both you and your new toy, but I'm taking you back in, 23."

Laura snarled at her.

"Still chatty as ever, huh?" Unfazed, Kimura turned towards Roy, and as if she gained a bright idea, her smile turned into a sadistic smirk, "I wonder if he'll be the same way, 23." Kimura smiled at the sound of Laura growling somewhat protectively, "Oh-ho! That's a surprise, didn't know you already grew attached! Thought you would've learned the consequences from the last few times you tried."

Roy knew what she was talking about. How the facility forced Laura to kill her teacher, mother, and her dog, and if he was hearing right, he would end up next on that list. Just another murder in a long line of people she'd be forced to killed.

"Yeah, no." Roy felt his power around his noninjuried hand, it was humming and glowing a bright red, "We're getting out of here and there isn't a damn thing you're going to do about it." He aimed at Kimura, and before she could do anything, fired and launched her into a tree, causing the snow on the leaves to fall on her.

"Laura!" He called, "We need to go! Now!" He ripped the arrows out of his other hand and thigh, biting down on his lip to force himself to not scream in pain, in fear of starting an avalanche. He forced himself to his feet and shook his head, to both clear his head and ignore the pain.

Hearing a ripping sound, Roy turned around to see Laura removing the arrows imbedded in her, once free she grabbed her duffel bag once more and jogged towards him, "Will you be okay?"

In any other situation he would've been touched, but now wasn't the time, "Yeah, nothing adrenaline won't fix until I fix it myself," Which would hopefully be soon, if they could get off of this mountain before he passes out from blood loss, "Queen bitch isn't gonna stay down forever, we need to go."

"Got that right."

He barely registered the voice before a sharp kick was delivered to his chest, the strength behind it was strong enough to send him flying back and into a tree, which he broke through. "If you think that comes close to me paying you back for sucker punching me with your powers, you're a bigger fool than I'd initially thought."

Laura tried to attack her, but to no avail. From the numerous years of being her handler, Kimura knew how she fought. Kimura batted Laura's claws aside, "X, X, X," Kimura spoke with false disappointment, each time she said X the woman would either dodge or bat the attack aside, "How many times do we have to go through this before you fully get it?"

Catching Laura's wrist, she forced her to turn around before giving her a swift and hard chop to the back of her neck, "You can't hurt me!" She kicked her in the face, sending the clone towards Roy, "I expected the dumbass to try, but you? Thought you knew better."

She stalked towards them, just like a cat with a mouse, "Guess I'm gonna have to teach you and the boy who's on top. It has been awhile since I disciplined you properly." She would've gotten closer if it wasn't a red beam of energy being fired at her shoulder, causing her to grunt. Roy figures that while his blasts wouldn't necessarily hurt her, but she should and would still feel them.

"What did I just say?!" Annoyed, Kimura brushed her shoulder, oh he heard what she said, but he didn't feel like listening to her, "I literally just said you couldn't hurt me! If you're think you're being cute, you're wrong!"

Glancing down, Roy noticed the silver object Laura was holding, "Bitch, I'm adorable." He chuckled when he heard the woman growl in anger, "And besides, I'm just getting my licks in before Laura does."

As soon as that sentence left his mouth, Laura aimed Kimura's pistol at her and fired. It was two shots aimed slightly away from the older woman's neck, and to the mercenary's credit, she didn't even flinch, though she did gain a cocky smirk.

"Losing your touch, 23?"

"I was not aiming at you." Laura replied, and soon enough a loud rumbling sound filled the clearing. Roy knew what was about to happen, hell, he had a front row seat, seeing as how both he and Laura were facing the oncoming pile of snow rushing it's way down the mountain face.

Kimura had a feeling what was about to happen too, though she looked like she really didn't want to turn around and face it head on, but in the end she was still human.

"Wha-?" The woman mercenary turned around and what greeted her wasn't a pleasant sight, in fact it was so far from the word pleasant that she couldn't even think of a proper adjective to describe it.

"Oh, sh-!" Kimura disappeared under the white blankets of snow that was barreling its way towards him and Laura.

Roy didn't even think, just allowing himself to act with his instincts, with his good hand he grabbed Laura by the back of her jumpsuit, not even caring if the assassin reacted negatively or not, and pulled her into his chest. He then turned his back towards the avalanche, effectively becoming a shield for the clone of Wolverine.

He knew that she would've survived if he wasn't here. Hell, if anything, he felt like an unneeded addition to this part of her story. He knew that even if she did get hurt, she would've healed and walked it off without even a single scratch to show for it. He knew that without him, she would still grow to become one of the world's greatest heroes. She would earn the name of Wolverine and achieve amazing things.

He knew all of this, but as he was pelted with pounds upon pounds of both force and snow he couldn't help but smile. For the first time in a long time he felt content. He felt excitement course through his veins and into his very core. He felt happiness for he no longer had to be alone.

For the first time since his discharge, Roy Dresden truly felt alive.

A/N: This is what happens when my muse gets away from me. I got one more story I'm going to post and that's it, I swear on my new cat. Not sure if this is going to get a lot of followers though, but I will try to keep this going for as long as I'm able to, and I say that because my life has been busy these last few months. I'm either at work most of the days or at the gym trying to get stronger.

Do I want to go to the gym? Not really, but I go because it'll help me with my job.

If you came here and read Agent Spyder, just know I'm working on it, (as in I'm barely two thousand words in) and will try to have it out by next weekend.

But give me your thoughts on Roy. Put his powers in the comments if you can guess what they are, though I'm fairly confident I made it really obvious.

And yeah, this is starting from before the X-Men were even formed,(if I'm not mistaken they form during Target X). I'm thinking about either time skipping or coming up with my own mini plot to tie-in Innocence Lost with Target X. Should be fun either way!