I've been thinking a bit about the Marvel Universe.

My main concern about playing fanfic with Marvel, is that it's fucking massive and that there is a world-ending threat every day of the week, plus two universe-ending ones every Tuesday.

The quicker and more reasonable way to play ff with Marvel is naturally to follow the MCU, which is already an extremely streamlined version of events. In particular, in order to not lose the direction of the story, as well as having something worthwhile to write (I'm not going to write about stopping muggings when there is a universe-wide war to twist as I see fit).

So, any fanfiction that I would consider writing in the Marvel-verse (inserting one of my already fleshed out characters in it) would start with the elements necessary to flesh out 'Infinity War'.

After my last chapter of Revolution, I've fantasized about letting the MC jump universe (not unlike The Bigger Picture's MC) once I'm done with the story.

But!

I also don't want to drop Itachi, who isn't your stereotypical hero or antihero, but one of the characters miraculously well done in Naruto.

So, in this hypothetical fic, set after the end of Revolution Itachi and Daiki manage to fuinjutsu their way in the MCU, and naturally, they're eventually roped into the thick of things.

I hope you enjoy this idea of mine:

PS: Nothing written here is indicative of how Revolution is going to end (These first chapters are mostly taken and adapted from 'To Ride Upon Svadilfari' (which is amazing when it started to go epic-fantasy, and I hope you all will give it a try))!

Drifting into normalcy

"If there aren't any shinobi in this world..."

"Then there are only civilians. And this world appears to be remarkably similar to your first one. I don't think there is a way for us to go back." Itachi finished the thought with a willingly emotional sigh.

It was hard, in a way, to know that your success was the right thing to do even when it robbed you of the chance of a peaceful life. But then again, Itachi knew that better than anyone.

"Yes." Daiki agreed quietly.

"So, what then?" he demanded. "We just remain here?"

"No. It would be better if we were to find a place for them to live peacefully, away from the greed of the mortal races."

It was easier said than done. Henge-techniques and genjutsu could be used to hide their identities, but it was obvious that they were different from the humans of the reality they stumbled upon. There were an undeniable power and grace badly hidden just beneath the surface. It was different than the almost languid movements of the veterans of this world, there was a component, in their gazes, in the set of their jaws and shoulders, that demanded to be respected.

Daiki, and Itachi more than him, could hide and mimick a civilian's behaviour easily enough, no shinobi reached their level or their age without being able to do that much, but for the first few hours in this new world, only luck prevented them from being noticed, but there was no chakra technique that could hold against the inexorable control of the countless cameras that littered this world.

Still, keeping their natural presence from exuding from their bodies would prove itself a challenge, and an uncomfortable one at that. Daiki took a deep breath, forcing his chakra to churn in tighter and tighter loops, until his presence faded. Itachi, much more controlled than the other shinobi, had managed to do so with a concentrated effort, not needing to briefly slip into meditation.

"Don't be smug." Daiki gruffed, causing a smirk to blossom on the Uchiha's face.

"I would never."

"Elephant contract, remember? It's not in my nature to hide."

"I wasn't aware that crows hid what they were." the dark eyes of the Uchiha shone brightly in the dimming light of the sunset.

"No, in fact, they look exactly like the cunts they are."

Even though Daiki had been a civilian once and had a great deal more faith in the normal segment of humanity, he was also aware that, given the amount of technology he and Itachi had witnessed while crossing a city, being open with their powers would label them as either resource to be exploited or potential security risks to be destroyed.

Not that any weapon built by mankind could hope to, but that was a secondary concern. Being spotted would mean exchange their carefree life with one that necessitated isolation to remain unbothered.

So, reduced completely to civilian methods, Daiki had quickly discovered an uncomfortable truth as they struggled through their first few days on the new world they had stumbled upon. Their superb hunting and survival skills had granted them a time of rest in the wilderness, Doton manipulation was enough to set up a small cave in which they could camp with their sealed supplies. Not comfortable enough for a truly prolonged period, but enough to give them a few months of breathing space.

But that was all that went easily for them.

Daiki, who had spent a life as a shinobi in a world where technology had taken more than a few strange twists, remembered little to nothing about modern technology. In his first life, he would have blended in easily, but it was a long time ago. And there was a big difference in knowing that existed hackers capable of providing them with fake papers and actually managing to find said hackers. Itachi could take care of the rest through genjutsu, but it wasn't a long term solution.

Intellectual humiliation, when Daiki has grown from a random ass civilian to one of the most powerful beings of the planet, was an experience more bitter than he would have cared to admit, but he swallowed down his shame and allowed condescending research librarians to recommend taking one of the free seminars on computer use. The deadly shinobi ignored the pointed remarks to the tune of What are they teaching in schools nowadays? and let the uncaring reprisal washing over him, content in letting Itachi enjoy a much deserved holiday from his life of deceit and death.

When he sat in the room, as bemused as civilians trice his age as their lecturer did his level best to not be impatient even though he clearly thought that computers were as necessary to people as breathing and was therefore somewhat aghast that no one could tell him what a browser was, he simmered in silence, comforted by the fact that Itachi was simply enjoying the dawns and sunsets away from the bustle of the city, only occasionally dipping in the crowded world that they had found.

But even once he learned to navigate the medium of the Internet with shaky confidence, he discovered nothing of use to them. It became very quickly clear there was no equivalent to chakra in this world.

The technology, though he was no judge of it, as his ignorance of computers had proved, had obviously advanced further in its absence, and Daiki couldn't pull off hacking skills out of his ass, and neither could he find a course for hackers online.

The news sites were littered with articles about a very wealthy civilian named Tony Stark, whose fame for his immense wealth and sudden switch out of the weapons industry was only eclipsed by his reputation as Iron Man. The media termed him a 'superhero,' but Daiki was mostly interested in the revolutionary nature of his technology. He might have been out of touch with technological development, but even shinobi couldn't fly willy nilly, nevermind the small army worth of weapons that Iron Man was capable of carrying around.

His developments were not in the vein that would eventually discover interdimensional travel, but his advances made him fear that the people of this world would eventually develop the relevant inroads on travel between worlds, or worse, the equivalent of fuinjutsu that allowed them to tap into beings like the Shinigami. Research gave him better terms, which in turn expanded his knowledge, though it was an eternal scramble to learn of the advances while at the same time re-learning the basic science that supported those advances.

Days turned to weeks, which evolved into months, and they soldiered onward: Itachi slowly learning how it was like to live without needing to fear a sudden assassination attempt, and Daiki forging on in his path towards acclimatization with the utter insanity that was the world with a population of almost 7 billions. And that was without taking in consideration the strange videos that popped up from time to time depicting events that normal humans could not hope to achieve: from a green giant crushing a small city, to the curious reports about 'mutants' and whatnot.

Daiki didn't know enough-it never seemed like enough-to bring together technology and chakra-techniques, if such a fact was even feasibly given that fuinjutsu, the only discipline that pretty much guaranteed that everything was possible, was anything but predictable to all but the ones born with the talent for it.

They were living in Canada for the simple fact that it was by far the easiest civil place where they could slip in. There was enough Primaeval Forest for them to feel almost at home, even if the temperatures made it very different than the forests of the Land of Fire in which they had both grown up in.

They had set up a series of safe houses across America, stocking them with non-perishables and whatever could turn useful in a pinch, and they forced themselves to stay in a shelter in Arizona for a time after they arrived, because while the peaceful areas of either Canada or Alaska soothed them, the two shinobi realized that couldn't be separate themselves from the local culture forever. Or that at least it wouldn't be healthy.

Besides, the obsessive need for papers that these people seemed to enjoy meant that both Daiki and Itachi had forced themselves to enter a program run by a local church and various housing situations as they struggled to integrate with little money (stealing cash from those that could either go without or deserved to be robbed had been ridiculously easy) and no identification of any kind.

Daiki knew that the pastor who'd taken them under his wing thought that they were runaways, Itachi's youthful appearance clashed with his heavy gaze, while Daiki's powerful build, along with the numerous scars, lent itself easily to be read as participation in an underground fighting ring of some sort. Unsurprisingly, Itachi's peaceful nature and quiet charisma made him work well with the pastor, that he had thought similar to the monks of their previous world.

It was pointless to try to hide their Japanese accents, which made it clear that they hadn't been long in the United States. And though neither was particularly aware of it, Itachi's delicate and elegant features put him as a prime candidate for the flesh market. The pastor had assumed, quite prosaically, that they had spent a lot of their young lives in a bad space, and while willing to listen, never pushed.

That behaviour obviously won him a lot of points from Itachi, which had been delighted in witnessing such kindness.

The pastor never asked why they'd run away, but while it might have been more challenging to explain were they looking their actual ages, a slight control over their behaviour, a dash of makeup, accompanied by the occasional Henge had been enough to show them in their late teens.

So neither of the two looked older than eighteen. And there were many believable reasons for children almost adults to escape from home, if they had been lucky enough to grow in one. Whichever of those options the pastor believed, the two shinobi could only be grateful for it, because even if Daiki and Itachi had given the most powerful and pervasive government agency their real name, they wouldn't have been able to find evidence of them.

Itachi Uchiha did not exist in this world. Neither did his clan. No one from his memories did, not even the people whose names Daiki had been able to recall from his first life.

To be honest, the two shinobi were essentially illegal, undocumented aliens, but they did officially settle in Arizona. So they were hardly alone in that status, though they had the advantage of an easy command of English (which Itachi had learned faster than even Daiki had believed possible, showcasing once more the true meaning behind the world 'genius') and Japanese.

The pastor, whose name was Peter Brown, guided them gently but firmly through the citizenship process, somehow inducing someone to produce paperwork that they lacked, signing them up for a G.E.D. program, and employing them to do clerical work for his church as part of his work-training program, which was intended to give meaningful employment while imparting marketable work skills.

Only to be sure, Itachi and Daiki waited six months before taking the G.E.D, sitting in on evening classes while during the day they learned basic workplace programs for computers and learnt (or re-learnt in Daiki's case) to answer the phone rather than set up meeting points and dropzones for secret messages.

Everything considered basic knowledge seemed almost a foreign language to a country neither had ever seen before. And truthfully, a lot of it seemed almost irrelevant. What use had science when you had chakra? What use medicine when Daiki could heal with a single touch? Statistics and higher mathematics seemed trivial under Itachi's keen intellect, while the history of the United States seemed shallow compared to the Elemental Nations' one, which was brief but rich of meaning and direction.

Itachi despised war, but even he ached for letting loose and training as hard as he had pushed himself for all of his life, while Daiki was actually worse: what did it mean to be able to crack stone with your bare hands when your only task was to hold back the power you had sealed within?

They were no longer Daiki of the Giants and Itachi Uchiha, whose name meant something. They were nothing but yet another couple of eighteen-year-old runaway, struggling to make it in a world where they only had each other.