Victoria didn't mean to get sucked into the portal. Honest. It was an accident that he was suspiciously close while the Tesseract was going off. He totally, honestly, under any circumstance, did not want to see if the theory about falling into other dimensions was true or not. Okay, maybe that was a lie. But he was tired of constantly living with the friends of his deceased father who had yet to tell him what his mother's name was. And he desperately wanted to find his soulmate, whose initials were WW, but in parentheses had been KF, meaning that his soulmate was a vigilante as well.

He was tired of being called short-stack because he was the only one shorter than Tony. Victoria was glad he had worn his all-black uniform with the navy blue and white mask, because it was honest to gods freezing where he was. The poor transgender teen couldn't use his heat vision to warm himself up, because it just didn't work that way. Victoria trudged towards the nearest city in hopes that someone would be kind enough to give him some food so that he could save the forty-nine point eight billion dollars in his pocket for housing. Okay, maybe he could spare twenty dollars for a meal.

Victoria walked into the nearest restaurant and ordered a small salad. He ate in silence and gave a ninety dollar tip to the underpaid waitress, feeling good when he saw the waitress start to thank his profusely. Victoria left the restaurant and went to a store, buying a few outfits and then searching for a place that was cheap and easy to afford for his. The young multi-billionaire silently thanked his pseudo uncle Tony Stark for letting his keep his allowance of one billion dollars a month on his person at all times. The young girl smiled as he bought several suits along with his 'comfortable' outfits.

Victoria smiled as he paid for his things, giving the employee that was obviously underpaid a generous tip that made the young woman in front of his brighten with a smile and thank his, once again causing the sixteen-year-old multi-billionaire to blush and tell his it was alright. Victoria rented a small apartment that was in the rundown part of the city he found himself in, even though he was wealthy enough to buy the entire apartment block, plus the surrounding ones. Victoria went to put his clothes away, and growled silently to himself when he found the apartment was bugged. Victoria discreetly deactivated the bugs and destroyed them, along with the cameras in his rooms.

Victoria soon decided it was time for Mafia Siren to make an appearance. He laughed as he put his suit on, thinking about how it will be so hard to keep a straight face when he told the heroes of this world his alias. He flew around the city, taking down the criminals like he used to back home. Victoria outright laughed when a man who looked like he could intimidate Fury stood in front of him. The apprentice behind him stared at him like he was crazy.

"Who are you?" The Fury Intimidator demanded.

"Mafia Siren's the name, beating up bad guys is the game." Victoria replied, chuckling when he saw the apprentice snicker slightly at his choice of name.

"This isn't a game." Fury Intimidator growled.

"You don't think I know that?" Victoria snapped, all playfulness leaving his voice as he all but growled at him. The man and his apprentice stepped back in shock at the extreme change in his mood.

"Siren, this isn't for everyone." The apprentice said gently.

Victoria flew away. He hid his tears behind his mask as he fought crime, eventually bringing all of the criminals to the police department as he went to the cemetery. His father surely had a gravestone here, right?

Victoria soon found the gravestone and knelt in front of it, silently reading the engraving. "Steve Rogers, A Hero Til The Very End. July 4th 1916 - August 1st 2014."

"I'm sorry, Dad." He whispered as he rested his fingertips on the grave.

Knowing his father was in the ground underneath him, that he was finally able to visit his grave when back home they tried to keep his mind off his deceased parent. Victoria started crying as he knelt in front of his father's gravestone, crying until he had cried himself out. The young multi-billionaire stood and discreetly entered his apartment and changed his clothes into a pair of extremely warm pajamas. The sixteen-year-old changed his appearance to gray eyes, red hair, and porcelain skin to avoid suspicion as he drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Victoria made himself an identity by hacking into every database and making himself a life there. He went with his name, if he was a guy, since he obviously didn't exist here.

"Victor Mason Rogers. Father is Steven Grant Rogers. Mothis unknown. Aged 16. Gained a large inheritance from deceased family member, identity unknown. Currently living in Gotham, penthouse suite of apartment block. Gray eyes, red hair, pale, height is five feet zero inches. One hundred fifteen pounds. Allergic to Novocaine, cinnamon. Graduated college at age 11." He typed in, making sure that every database that dealt with living good people had it.