Where the story begins...
The awakening was very painful. I constantly felt pain all over my body, lost consciousness, and when I came to, I couldn't see anything because of my unfocused vision.
It lasted... I don't know how long. I lost track of time. However, at one point I just stared at the peeling ceiling.
"Putty and whitewash."
I automatically noted to myself, looking in front of me, only then I deigned to think ... A-a-a… Where am I? My ceilings are normal, not so shabby, and the hospital should be clean. Wasn't that where I was supposed to go? Really? And where else can an experimenter who has decided to make dynamite at home be brought? Not to the morgue…
"Well, wait!"
An unexpected thought pierced his head. When I was in... delirium, a strange figure appeared to me... for the life of me, I don't remember anything! Just a vision... was this figure there or not… Maybe I have blackouts in my memory? It happens from serious craniocerebral injuries, as well as from shock, and this may well happen to me.
I'll take this version as the main one.
I'll look around and find out what's going on. It's too early to draw conclusions.
"I'll look around carefully," I added to myself, almost stepping on a rubber duckling. Well, you know, the yellow one. It squeaks merrily when you click on it, and it's funny floating on the water... especially in the bathroom.
Uh... I got distracted.
Getting up from the bed, I went in the most obvious direction — to open the door.
I have absolutely no idea what kind of house it is, but it looks so terrible that the thought arises that repairs are useless here. Who launched it like that? I'm definitely not capable of that. In my house, the maximum wall will be missing and smell like burnt rubber, but not such a mess.
I wandered around the house a little, found, by the way, the kitchen. The check showed that although there is food, but only semi-finished products. Well… I don't like cooking. The process takes too much time.
Only… Where's the microwave? Hey, where is this integral part of the life of a confident bachelor?!
That's it… You can hang yourself. Eat it cold... hmm…
He jerked his head, and his eyes caught on something interesting.
"Exactly!"
The oven! There is an oven in the stove! You can try to warm it up.
Thinking about how I will turn the upcoming adventure and rubbing my hands, because you need to achieve an effect similar to a microwave oven, that is, quickly, efficiently and deep warming, I went to check the rest of the premises.
What happened next cannot be called anything but darkness.
Further travel led me to the toilet. Or rather the bathroom. The bathroom is combined, so the toilet and bathroom are in the same room.
He approached the mirror and almost jumped away. What a freak… Um... it's a mirror… Yes? And then why do I look like someone put Ryan Reynolds and nettles in a blender, mixed it well, added nails, mixed it again, and what happened at the output…
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
The mirror is... but… It's not my face!
Succumbing to a panic attack, I began to rummage around the house, trying to convince myself at least... what? I don't fucking know! I wanted to make sure.
The situation is getting a shitty turn… Just fucking shitty!
With trembling hands, I picked up a red and black mask from the floor in the living room... and then I found a pistol on the sofa... and a katana sticking out of the wall in the pantry, piercing a photo of a wild-looking woman.
Mother of God... they will immediately merge me, as soon as I show up on the street! And I won't survive a real fight! If they can't unscrew the head, they will drown or roll it into concrete! I can not… I'm not him... fuck…
What to do and who is to blame for this?! Let's say I know the answers... let's say! It doesn't make it any easier anyway… That's... what's going on?! The same thing happens only in books... and Marvel comics ... uh... it turns out that I originally lived in the Marvel universe? How is Gwen before the hit? It's... it's… Plot twist!
Damn it! What am I talking about?! What the fuck is the turn?! That's not what I wanted to say... to think... you understand!
Oh ... from the realization of what was happening, I was knocked down and I fell to my knees, clutching my head. Changes a lot… I... Hee-hee... also... oh... not... too many shocks.
When I regained the ability to think soberly and I stopped pretending to be an idiot drooling, I came into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.
"Shh..."
I took the gun out from under my ass and threw it into the far corner. I'm not up to this shit right now! Get out of my head! Away!
Cursing, he turned on the TV. Apparently, I got on a news release. A pretty girl announcer was telling utter incomprehensible nonsense, but that wasn't what caught my attention.
News headline at the bottom of the screen.
"Antonia Stark is a woman who could..."
At first I didn't quite understand why Anthony Stark was called a woman, but after listening, I began to understand something.
"...Antonia Stark, Howard Stark's eccentric daughter..." water and verbiage. "Rescued from captivity..." water again. "The conference will take place..."
Here are those on... and me too... did someone arrange a gender bender? If he thought he was in a comic book, then where am I? Is my suffering the merit of the author of this work?
I hope the intellectual property copyrights are respected. I want to live, not die.
