Was talking to a new friend of mine recently and we came to the conclusion that there are a severe lack of black main characters in fanfics. He doesn't have any fics on his profile so he's been pitching ideas to me nonstop at random hours of the day lol. So look this is going to be a fic about an Si Viltrumite getting thrown into the mcu. This guy won't be perfect as you will see.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it obviously i don't own it.

"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings!" I roared out, large fist clenched towards the sky. My roar was echoed by the group of aliens behind me, all of different races.

Now I know what you're thinking, aliens? Yea I had to get used to it too. One moment I was on the ground bleeding out on our Earth after trying to be a hero, I think I succeeded by the way, the next I was a eight year old kid again in what I now know to be a variant of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

I was terrified at first, lost and confused on an alien planet full of beings that looked like humans but were so advanced that I knew they weren't. It took me a month of scavenging on the outskirts that I found something that let me know were I was in the universe.

I was on the planet Titan. A titan that was full of life and free of the destruction that Thanos preached about in Infinity War. I managed to stow away on a ship, and I was discovered almost immediately by the crew. I really should have thought that through, but it paid off in a major way. I found out I wasn't Human. I was so much more.

I was about to be jettisoned out into the endless void of space when I was suddenly so much stronger and faster than what I was previously.

I accidentally ripped them apart, if I was some edgy teen I'd say I was unaffected by the gore because of how dark my soul and character was, but in all actuality I was only partially affected because of my past as a failed vigilante. In my first life I was raised on comic books and action movies and wanted to save my town from some greedy and corrupt businessmen, so I decided that if the law wasn't going to help us….. I would. I dressed up in all black, kept my hair close shaved and wore a skull mask to cover my lower face. I was something of a mechanic in my old life and managed to hit the old military depo outside of town one night to steal a humvee. I thought I could be the Punisher or Red Hood, I knew that I didn't have the mental strength or physical training of Batman.

All I had was bravery, overconfidence and a need to feel important, like my life wasn't going to be worthless. Oh, I also had a few years

For months I stalked the city, getting my feet wet by stopping small burglaries and muggings, I even managed to make the news when I saved a few cops caught up in a gang war. I was slowly making a difference in the community and I loved it, but I wanted more. I started taking bigger risks, getting flashier with my appearances and bolder with my actions. I would start deviating from my planned random patrols and skip work when I got the tiniest bit of info on a drug deal or crime occuring. I got so thirsty for the thrill that I started to lose focus on why I started this little vigilante career.

My undeserved arrogance came back to hit me in the face. Those corrupt businessmen I mentioned earlier? Yeah they had money and connections I didn't think to account for. One moment everything was good, I was cruising around town late at night, listening to another NBA podcast about the GOAT debate when all the lights on the street cut out, and my truck was surrounded. I eventually ended up in front of the "big" boss himself, Jonathan Myers. Ole Jonny boy wasn't the tallest man, a 5'5 middle aged white man with a receding hairline and a thick beard, if he wasn't such a dick I'd probably ask him for life advice, he looked like a TV dad.

Anyways the man gave me a speech about how I was bad for business, I was making things hard for him, and that meant a disappearance was in order.

I think we all know what that meant.

I got shot in the throat and left on the curb to bleed out in front of my house with a sticky note that said "Help him and you die next" . My neighbors quickly went back inside to watch and record from their windows after that was read. The fucking cowards.

What? You expected me to win? I was outnumbered, outgunned, and out played on all levels.

Enough about my pathetic former life though, I was just about to tell you the good part about getting my powers. I had a purpose again. I could go to Earth and be a Hero like the Black Panther or Wolverine! I had to find a way there first however. I also had to clean up my recently acquired ship of the dead bodies I freshly decorated it with.

I would go on to spend the next several years trying to find Earth only to be stumped when nobody I met could tell me where my home was.

I was lost in space, again. I wasn't just looking though, the entire time I was hunting for information I was training my body to be the best I could remember of the old superhero and anime workouts from my past life. I used the Saitama method for a year with no breaks, only to realize that I wasn't getting anywhere with it when I could already punch through steel and move faster than most eyes could follow. I wasn't going to get complacent in this life.

We see where that got me in the last one.

I eventually learned that I could fly midway through my second year of traveling the stars, and with it I realized just exactly what species of human-like alien I was. I was a Viltrumite, hopefully the only one in this universe. With that in mind I started pushing my body to the limit, trying and failing to remember all that I used to know about their species, only remembering a faint comparison to saiyans in that they get stronger the more they go through.

I had to break myself if I ever wanted to get to the level of power I needed to stand at the stop of the MCU.

I didn't receive all good news however, because one of the few friends I made on Titan told me some interesting information a few days ago.

I had been in outer space for fifteen years at this point, collecting a crew of friends of races that I didn't believe to exist in the MCU. In order of them joining me on my voyage, I had a red four armed humanoid that stood at around 9'0 even. He said his race was called the Tetra. I didn't question cause of how damn cool he was, he's called Clanker. He's the team tech guy, anything needs fixing it goes right to him. The next to join was a 7'7 greenish brown bounty hunter with dreadlocks, I can't make this shit up a fucking Predator was apart of my crew, his name is Ghost. He is the tracker of our crew, one time he stalked someone we needed to find over five days through hostile territory. Third on my list was a dragonoid female, blue scales with red eyes and VERY sharp fangs, her name is Azura and oddly enough she was our negotiator. I say oddly because she once burned down an entire enemy outpost because she was hungry.

Then we have Me, in my past life I was pretty average. I was around 6'2 and fairly athletic with a decent enough face, but here? I was taller at my full height, standing at 6'6 and built like Dwayne Johnson. Oddly enough my face grew into a young Denzel Washington. So I was a handsome brother if I do say so myself. I took on the name Atlas here. It struck fear into the heart of Evil and hope into the heart and minds of the oppressed. I had earned the right to be cocky this time. But enough about my amazing crew, back to what I said at the very beginning

"As I quote the wise, powerful and amazing Prime I send this message to all who do evil, we will find you, and we will end you." I turn away from the camera, my black and gold cape twirling behind me as it cuts off. I just sent a threat to the entire universe that I will keep them in check, no way that will backfire on me right?

It's not like I'm a few thousand years in the past of the MCU and will have to deal with the butterfly effect…..

Right?

Hope you guys enjoy, This MC is cocky, but his heart is in the right place, its not like he knew I was going to drop him off in the past where he could fuck shit up just by breathing. He is also an unreliable narrator as you see by the rambling at times.

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and Happy Holidays to those who partake in other religions

Megatronus out