Author Note: This chapter hit me quicker than I thought it would, sadly no fight scenes in this chapter, it's all set up for the future. This mostly being posted unbeta'd because I have absolutely no patience, sorry for anyone who would have if I had waited for them.

"Are you an alien?" Ben asked me again leaning back in his chair. There was a calmness to his words, one that implied that he was trying to come to a decision about me. I wasn't really sure why he came to that conclusion. "Be honest, are you an alien, you know like Thor?"

"What?" I exclaimed, now I was really confused, was he talking about the Norse God, the Comic character or an actual alien that was named Thor. I doubt most of that, the likely thing is that Ben is a believer of the Alien God theory. At least if I hadn't seen an alien invasion on the TV prior to this. Was I in a Marvel universe. "I'm just as human as you are"

"Oh really, not a lot of humans that can do what I saw, that can have bullets bounce right off their head"

"I couldn't before" I nearly whined, I wasn't keeping any secret here. "I'm telling you the truth, I don't even know how I got here"

"Okay," He leaned forward, shifting his elbows onto the desk. "Who's the president?"

"I'm an Irish man from 2012, I didn't even get to see who won that year"

"Then who's your Prime Minister?"

"We don't have a Prime Minister, we have a Taoiseach," I scratched my head in thought. "It should still be Enda Kenny"

"Right," Ben licked his lips and swallowed visibly. "Okay you're just a small town kid from Ireland," His hands were now covering his eyes. "What do you know about the Sokovia Accords"

"The what?" It sounded like some sort of international ruling. Maybe over sort of terrorist or environmental disaster.

"That's right it would be been in your missing period" He nearly whispered. His body shifted as he waved me over to his side of the desk, to showcase what was on the PC monitor. What I saw looked like it was straight out of the movies but far more convincing. That guy who played the Human Torch was dressed as Captain America, he was fighting a far more popular marvel character Spiderman.

It was a well-paced fight, Captain Torch ended up trapped at once stage by Spiderman webbing attaching to each of his hands, Cap got out of this by doing a spin in the air, properly to create enough momentum to carry Spiderman towards him.

Eventually, the non-on-fire Captain stopped the fight by throwing his mighty shield at an airport walkway down on Spiderman, who carried on his shoulders with visible strain.

The video them shifted to what I would assume to be an earlier point of the fight, one where different heroes, some like Captain America and Iron Man I recognized but other not, were lining up into what appeared to opposite sides but then Ben paused the video at this point.

"Great video but I don't see any Accords anywhere on it," I spoke up stopping whatever he was going to say.

"That's because I haven't finished," Was Ben's quick response. "You see that fight was about several things, one of them being the Sokovia Accords," He tabbed over on his browser, bringing us to a governmental looking page. "It says here," His voice in an empty timbre. "That any enhanced individuals who use their powers to break the law (including those who take part in extralegal vigilante activities), or are otherwise deemed to be a threat to the safety of the general public, may be detained indefinitely without trial"

"What?" I exclaimed, there's already been a Super Human Registration Act and also a Super Hero Civil War here, this caused me to start rubbing my head as I soon began to pace in rhythm with my heartbeat. "How bad is this for me?"

"Pretty bad" Ben replied with a tone so dead that I thought my life would soon be over. Permanent government imprisonment.

That was just about the biggest fear that I had now, I mean if this was a Marvel world like it seemed to be that just made it worse. Can't trust the government in the real world then you differently can't trust them now. For all I knew, Norman Osborn is already President.

I could feel my heart race faster and faster, a pit formed in stomach swallowing away any hunger I had. I sat back down in a chair, Ben must have lead me into it while I was in my panicked state. Then I took in deep breaths, lowing my anxiety.

"Listen," The Reporter broke my thought process. "I have some connections," He revealed, whispering it as if someone else could overhear it. "They can get you some documentation"

"What?," I squeezed my own knee to help center myself on his words. "What do you get out of this, why would you help me"

"Look at me," I did so, finding his eyes staring at me with the intensity of man of the highest morals I'd met yet. "You're just a kid, in over his head." Ben placed his hand on my arm in an attempt to stop me from crushing my leg. "I think that you are a good person, in a bad spot"

"Yeah"

"Yeah," He shifted his arm away from mine. "So I am going to help you but no-one must know"

"Why?"

"Because what we are about to do will raise enough questions"

"Questions?" My shock seemed to have me metaphorically lose my head, I couldn't think of any questions that would arise with me going back home. Home, where the chance that a fool with a gun will kill themselves attacking me was so low that I had more of a chance of meeting Zeus.

"You could have been missing for years," That was pretty likely, in all honesty. I definitely had no powers the last time I remember. "Someone could have kidnapped you"

"Why, I'm not special." Ben gave me a look, displaying with was no doubt a look of disbelief. "Well, okay, I'm not normal anymore…"

"Exactly!" Ben pointed to the side, finger angling themselves towards the computer monitor. "Not anymore, and how did that happen?" I shrugged helplessly. "You don't know, it could be that you've escaped from a secret government super soldier project"

"This can't be real," I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose before opening my eyes again and leaning back in my chair.

"Hey, the Hulk proves that," What the hell, there's been a real Hulk. "the government has still been working on super soldier programs"

"But I'm not an American, why would they do this to me," I pointed to myself, as that would prove my point for me. "Why someone they actually have working for them"

"I didn't say that this was the government"

I let there be a silence in for a few seconds. I wasn't sure what the hell this new world I found myself in was even like. There were real Captain America, Spiderman and Hulks. What else could there, Cobra, Decepticons.

"I think it was Hydra," Ben sat back down on his chair. I was aghast, wasn't Hydra just Nazis with a different name. Didn't commit atrocities the like of only the vilest could commit. They were evil, with a capital E. If there were anything like their inspiration then they were all about that master race. Someone as strong as I am would fit right in with their beliefs. If it wasn't for my own conflicting beliefs.

"How bad would that be," I asked him

"Do you love your family"

"What does that have to do with it"

"Because if it is Hydra, then that is the first place they will be looking for you in," Then New York Bulletin reporter turned his head while at the same time shushing me.

"Ben," A new voice spoke up from behind me, causing me to jump slightly. "What is going on, I thought that you went home earlier," The newcomer was on the smaller side, with a pair of glasses, a mostly bald head and good beard. His dress sense was similar to Ben's but without the jacket.

"Mitchell, I was just talking to Pe…"

"Patrick," I lied interrupted him and giving Mitchell a false name, much to the confusion of Ben. "It's nice to meet you, sir"

"You too?," I could see confusion written on Mitchell's face about what I was doing here and who exactly was I.

"I've heard nothing but good things about you, sir."

"Really, what have you been talking about here?" There was suspicion on his face as he directed the question towards the sitting Ben.

"Well," Ben said slowly, as if he was coming up with the answer as he was going along, no doubt because he was. "You see...his Dad is an old friend of mine, and he asked me to see if I could get him a job"

"Really"

"Yes," Ben nodded at him, his confidence increasing as he went along with this lie. "But I didn't want to just give him a job, I'm interviewing him to see what skills he could bring to the table, see if I could fit him in here, and if not I would find someplace else for him"

"Okay," Mitchell seemed to come to a conclusion that we were telling the truth. He turned back to me. "What is your typing speed?" He asked me, peering over his glasses at me as he did.

"30 words per minute"

"How is your coffee?"

"It's Okay, depends on the brand"

Mitchell nodded at me, put a hand on his chin, turned to face Ben as he began to walk out of the room backward. Then just as he got out of sight.

"Okay, Ben if you vouch for him, then get his speed up to at least 35 words and he can start Monday, we needed a new secretary anyway"

"Thanks, a lot sir," I let out what I hoped was casual yell back to him.

"Oh, and Ben," Mitchell yelled back from outside Ben's office, he waited for Ben to nod. "You have to do all the paperwork for him yourself"

When he vanished beyond sight, there was a visible sigh between the two of us. I suddenly felt the tension that Mitchell brought into the room disappeared. We leaned back into our respective chairs. I could feel my head begin to pound as I the stress of the day began to creep through to my skull. I wonder if Ben felt the same.

"That was close," Ben loosened his tie as if he gasping for more air in his lungs. "Why did you give him a fake name"

"I panicked," I told him truthfully, wiping my brow in exhaustion. "I thought about them knowing who I am and thought a false name would work better"

"Well, you better keep that name as long as we're stuck together"

"What?" I questioned him, with what I hoped looked like confusion on my face.

"You sure do like that word," Ben chuckled quietly amused at what had been properly my most used word of the night. "It would be really suspicious to Mitch if you were to disappear now, but I'll make sure to get your documentation done tomorrow, all of it"

"Thank you," I stood up, extending my hands towards Ben, it wasn't a gesture I made often to people. I was mildly germaphobic, at least when it came to my hands anyway. I hated shaking other people's hands but I felt that what Ben was doing for me at least deserved the gesture all the same. "For everything Ben, you won't regret this"

"I better not," Ben stood up, then while walking to the door he waved me to start walking out with him. "I have a spare room in my apartment, you can sleep there until get on your feet"

With a further offer of thanks from me, we left the office and returned to the parking lot. We entered his car and I soon find myself examining the route that we were taken to his apartment, in case I needed to walk there in the future.

"What can you do?" He interrupted my inner route based thoughts. "Office wise I mean"

"You know, spreadsheets, most type of documents, databases, basically most standard office computer stuff"

"Ever thought of becoming a journalist"

"It was an option, I had available when I was about to leave secondary school," I felt solemn talking about this, about the opportunities I had lost with that time I didn't remember. It wasn't fair.

"I'm sorry," Ben stopped my mopping with this. "About what has happened to you" His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as if it was a physical example of his statement.

"It's not your fault," I strewed on this feeling, just for that moment. It was then I had a realisation. This might be one of the lowest points in my life. I was alone, away from all the familiar faces in my life, with only the kindness of strangers keeping me from melting down. But I still had hope, there was no way I could fall any further than I felt now, was there?

"You know what Ben," I said grabbing his attention. "Don't worry about me too much, you know why?"

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because," I turned to look at passing buildings we were driving by. "You see my Dad would tell me something whenever I fell down"

"What would he tell you"

"That there is nowhere but up from here"

Author's Note: Shorter Chapter here, I wanted to get the set up done first, there also wasn't any room in the natural flow of the chapter to fit in a fight scene in this one. Though I was finished this chapter so much earlier than I expected that I hope that would help tide people over until the next update.

There will be plenty of action though, in the next chapter, I plan on time skipping all the boring elements. I just wanted to showcase how he got his position will be in at for a good while. I didn't rush to the action without explaining how the character got into their positions. I think that the most interesting thing that the newly renamed Patrick will face here, at least in terms in of his future Super Hero career is DareDevil and the people like him.

That man can be brutal, and that is because he can't afford to be otherwise, not like Patrick here, he has no match in the current criminal underworld of this city. That is not to say that he won't have problems but he can afford to be much gentler than Matt can be. I think it will be interesting to see him interact with those kinds of vigilantes.

I also hope that I have had some improvement in terms of grammar, but I understand that I might have missed things due to my inability not to skim over everything I read. So I am sorry if I haven't improved at all. Feel free to point bad dialogue if you think you see it, I am never too sure how well anything I write works in that area.