'Ya know, finding actually working items in an abandoned junkyard is pretty easy.
Why, you might ask? well, it's because most people don't know when something is broken and Broken with a capital B. some people might just throw away a perfectly working dishwasher, just because the paint got chipped or rusted. there are tons of decently functioning stuff strewn about this junkyard and along my 6 month journey across the USA, jumping from back alleys to parks to junkyards, I have acquired quite the collection of goodies.
It's been 6 months of being in this hellscape of a world, which most from my home reality refer to as the MCU, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe. stark expo is happening in a year and I have been stuck in a 14 year old's body, granted it's still my body from when I was 14, but still... c'mon, I didn't suffer through puberty and highschool just to go back to that hell when life was just getting better!
So, yeah I'm in marvel with the body of a 14 year old and a mind that has been working on 120% efficiency and power for the last 6 months and keeps rising, I don't know the exact reasons why or how, but I have my speculations... one of them being a meeting with a ROB who granted me a "gift", but I don't remember meeting any Robs, Dicks or Harrys, thus my second speculation- The laws and rules of this universe is much, much more flexible than my old reality, thus allowing my previous above average mind to theoretically release it's shackles and reach greater heights that ever imagined before... still this is all just speculation and I only came up with that idea because of the amount of stories where an alien from a planet/dimension with much stronger gravity/other bullsh1t, came to our world and dominated every human athlete with their superior physique and intelligence... witch makes zero sense cuz they would have blown up like the blob fish the moment they wound up on our planet with our inferior gravity and atmospheric pressure...
Anyways, where was I... Oh right the junkyard. In my travels I have come across an abandoned junkyard that still gets new junk from lazy bastards who don't want to bother going farther away to an actually functioning junkyard.
Now, here I have acquired many bits and bobs, that I have decided to experiment with, some of them being- tons of old TV screens, many... many microwaves, 8 washing machines, 12 fridges and freezers, multiple tractor and truck engines, and tons of metal pipes and wires.
You might be wondering "what the hell are you doing?" or "are you building an home depot?" and the answer to those questions is... I have no clue, I just picked up random junk, stuck them together the best I could without breaking anything and now I need to make sure the giant(in contrast to my 5'2 body) ring of pipes covered with freezer and fridge parts and tons of electro magnets actually work. In the center of the ring lays a platform covered with gears and shafts from the some of the engines (the ones not used to jump start the cartoonish approximation of a particle accelerator), that supports and moves around the tons and tons of glass screens and shards that should probably(hopefully) focus the beam of absolute mayhem that will be released by the death ring when ready, right in to the cauldron filled with random metal dusts and chemicals that I found across my 6 months of scavenging.
KraCKoom!
Oh and a thunder storm is also on going... which is fine because of the metal poles and wires, most of which are connected right above the center platform with a large conductive pole, I have set up to capture and use any stray lighting bolts that might decide to ruin my hard work.
Doing a last minute check to see if all the necessary bits and bob have been staying in place, I look over the glass lens covered cauldron and catch a glimpse of my haggard features, dark brown hair, green eyes(which are much more vibrant than ever before... huh nice!) and previously pale skin that is now sunburnt in places I forgot to cover with copious amounts of sun cream on account of being poor, and the dark bags under my eyes, which scream mischief and chaos like the gremlin that I am.
With the final checkup done, I pull the lever (Kronk!) which is a repurposed handbrake from a truck and watch as all the engines sputter and ignite at once with a loud Pffrtttkrunk noise. The ring starts humming to life and slowly the normaly rusty/clean metal pipes start to slowly glow a very dull red (Thank you fridge, your sacrifice will not be forgotten), as the humming continues to grow louder and louder the ring also gains a brighter glow.
The platform at the center drums to life, the gears and makeshift engines spin up and fling the lenses back and forth in different patterns, some spirals, basic circles, helixes or even moving them closer or farther away from the mixture in the crucible.
As the Death ring, gains sufficient volume in its humming and the pipes glow brightly enough that they might melt at any moment, I press my foot down on the gas pedal at my feet that engages the already spinning mechanism with the funnel at the center of the ring making it move towards the cauldron, suddenly It jumps a bit and moves too far, missing the cauldron, but I had planned for this, I release the gas pedal and hit the break pedal that reverses the connection moving the funnel back towards the cauldron at a much slower pace.
The Death beam hits the primary focus screen and starts jumping from one lens to another whilst also slowly melting them... which I should've thought before. now the beams hitting the chemical mixture wont have the necessary power behind it-
Krack-Kkraakooooom!
Without me noticing the storm clouds have moved right above the death ring, the nature singing its song of victory over the man's machine, but then the lightning strike the many poles and wires I had set up, some charging the death ring whilst others strike directly at the mixture in the cauldron!
Heh, aren't I quite lucky. With a final hum (Bwuuuum) the ring and cauldron light up and as quickly as it happened, it starts shutting down, some parts of the ring falling apart others melting into slag on the sandy and gravely ground of the junkyard.
Tentatively, I make my way through the molten remains using a shovel to splash gravel and dirt on my path to not melt myself into terminator goop before I have a chance to witness the consequences of my actions, heh.
There, where previously the cauldron lay, now only scrap remain and within the center of that scrap lay a brightly glowing chunk of mystery metal, as I get closer the metal slowly starts cooling down, from bright white to bright blue and then finally dull greenish blue that stays long after it has cooled down.
"heh, I'll call you Noclunium- cuz I have no clue what you're made of!"
With the newly named element in my hand(tongs cuz I aint that stupid to touch hot metal with my hands), I make my way to my temporary shack to pack all my stuff and find a new junkyard to claim.
Half an hour later I am riding away to the sunset sitting on a what could be best described as a steampunk quadbike powered by bleach water, sunflower oil and hopes and dreams, leaving a cooling scrap heap behind that no-one will know the purpose of, and the only thing I can think of is that 'I'm one lucky bastard, heh!'
Honestly, for my first time being in the US of A, meeting this many nice people was somewhat unexpected. like for example I met this nice older homeless gentleman, his name's Jerry, who kindly offered a place to rest in his van and food for my tummy including sweets and desserts. sadly I was quite busy with acquiring materials for a new project, but I am not one to forget such kindness, that is why I have arranged for Jerry to gain proper housing, with all the necessary accommodations, such as a bed, toilet, showers (which are soo spacious), even an outdoor gym and caretakers! I'm so amazing, aren't I?
Other than that, I have found a new base of operations, an abandoned metal factory, with metal presses and other useful machines... most of which don't work, but their parts are still useful!
'Ya know, at first the advancements in technology in this world bothered me, like them having Iphone 12 grade phones in the early 2000s, but now I am quite happy with it, because the advanced tech also brings with it modern day Youtube and it's tutorial in all the random subjects of science, like making aerogel at home, Thanks NolanOrange! (but damn did it make me miss NeilRed).
Using the tools at the factory, I made the appropriate pressure chamber to make modified aerogel like substance to house the energy from the Noclunium I made. I finally managed to make a small reactor shaped like a dodecahedron, which will house the Noclunium and transfer/ store power in the Energogel (which I am calling the modified aerogel that contains energy) casing which surrounds the main reactor, making it look like a more decorated tesseract that was divided into multiple parts like a weird glowing rubik's cube, unlike the tesseract though, it doesn't house an infinity stone and it also glows a moderately bright greenish blue.
With the reactor being almost the same size as my head, I decided to make smaller Energogel cubes to be used as replaceable batteries. the smaller cubes were around the size of my fist, and glowed much brighter than the reactor, sadly when they ran out of charge, they would loose most of their rigidity and could easily be turned to dust by crushing it with my hand. they also looked much simpler that the reactor, looking very much like small energon cubes... huh... energogel- energon... heh! lets hope no Con decides to steal my Energon!
Now with the power problem solved, I need to deal with the hardest part!- Learning.
I need to learn programing, even with Jerry and many other fine people donating all their savings to little ol' me, I still need a proper source of money... and by that I mean, I need to hack into ATMs and possibly into some millionaires' cripto wallets to get them doge coins!
Learning was never my specialty, but what else can I do, I've got time!
Some time later, at a random S.H.I.E.L.D base, a monitor displayed a police report about a washing machine sized mechanical spider with a gun for a head, being sited climbing the side of a building with an ATM attached to it with a rope. The report said that the police were call was made by a teenager who described the mechanical spider as "small donke'h sized abomination of nature and machine in tha back, and also the true embodiment of the American dream and freedom with the shotty on tha' front!" said report was flagged as a prank call, because of the many previous reports of the same teenager smoking weed and doing acid
"ugh damnit, another druggie."
A tired shield operator quickly analyzed the report and flagged it as unimportant in the system... they may come to regret it soon, but not yet.
clankclankclank
The clanking of a four legged spider drone made of junk echoed around the factory and with it came the grating sound of an ATM being dragged across cement.
The spider drone was one of my newest creations, it can only understand simple commands, ones that were already programmed in it, the little thing is quite dumb, but I made it durable and powerful enough for it to not cause too many problems! one of the problems being... it cant understand obstacles properly thus if a building stands before it and it's objective... then it climbs the building(or goes through it if the building is made from plywood).
It has a rudimentary grappling hook on the front, made from a shotgun I found whilst going for a swim with a magnet in a nearby river.
I only send the little dude out at the dead of night and to the most remote locations to get the needed items, be it ATMs, wending machines a broken bike and so on. The only time it was spotted was when it accidentally got sighted by a teen who was on the balcony looking at the stars and maybe, possibly (absolutely) drooling and talking gibberish. How do I know this? Because I installed a camera on it, of course. I need to make sure it isn't robonapped by shady government organizations now, don't I. And no it was absolutely not because I needed practical training to program a camera to recognize me (and many other things, but we aren't there yet) and send signal over long distances.