Kieran awoke suddenly in an alley, he shakily stood with his head aching. "Shit did I get shitfaced yesterday" he groaned as he brushed his black hair back out of his eyes.

He sat back down and started to try remember what he did last nigh- his face went through a myriad of emotions as he remembered what happened last night "holy shit! Tiger god, fucking marvel! What the fuck man, why did I interrupt the bastard am I even going to be his avatar anymore and if I'm not I'm fucked" he was whispering to himself not realising the dirty look a homeless woman who he just woke up was giving him.

"Hey! Fuck Off!" Kieran swivelled his head towards the woman who just shouted at him "This is my turf you stupid-" her tirade was stopped by her coughing.

"Hey uh you good lady?" Kieran tentatively said to the woman with a distinct New York accent the type you would hear in movies.

He started to walk towards her to try and do something he doesn't know what he could help with but at least offer his help as he stepped within a couple feet of her she kicked out at his leg hitting him in the knee buckling it.

"Argh shit what the fuck lady!" He took a couple steps back away from the lady and widened his eyes as she brandished a dodgy looking knife "hey take it easy man, I don't want trouble" he said taking a couple steps back.

"Gi-gimme your money now kid!" The woman said to him Kieran nodded and pulled out his pockets revealing them to be empty.

"Look I ain't got no money lady just uh put the knife aw- shit!" He jumped back as she lunged at him. "Yo I have no money your crazy bitch!" Kieran shouted as he kept his distance.

"I can hear your accent it's one of those fancy ones" the lady said with a wet sounding chuckle coming from her throat.

Fancy accents is she fucking drunk was the thought running through Kieran's head, "I thought American women loved British accents what the hell" he said as he backed away from another swing.

"Whatever I know you got something" the woman shouted looking shitfaced with her eyes bulging and her rotten teeth showing.

Kieran was simply put, terrified of the weird crackhead. 'Holy shit what if she bites me' was the main thought going through Kieran's head.

He jumped back as she swung again, 'jheez she's real slow' Kieran thought to himself not knowing she was actually quite fast for your average crack head that hasn't eaten in 4 days.

As she went for another swing Kieran waited for it to pass him before just kicking her in the head with a rather simple roundhouse to her jaw. It connected with a slightly grotesque sound as her remaining teeth seemed to give up and just leave her mouth.

Huh as for first 10 minutes in the marvel universe knocking out a random crackhead is a decent start.

As kieran ran the woman's pockets he found a frankly terrible phone and 1 'Huh dollar so I'm definitely in the US then' he was thinking to himself as he walked out of the terrible smelling alley and into a street looking up in awe seeing huge skyscrapers 'huh New York then I really hope Spider-Man didn't see me loot a homeless woman'

As Kieran walked through New York enjoying the sights he found what he was looking for Central Park after walking for ages he finally got here, he walked to a random bench and sat down.

'Okay, I need a plan and that needs goals and what I need to do to get them. Okay first thing shelter, food and water then eventually get money and hopefully enough to rent out a semi stable place. Now how do I get that stuff'

'Well I could maybe get a job but well I have superpowers right or well I might okay first things first superpowers I need to find out if I have any' he stood and started to walk out of Central Park and in a random direction looking for a empty place for him to just test some stuff out.

After hours of looking he finally found something: a random abandoned warehouse, slightly cliche but he will take what he gets. He scoped the property and found no way in but the front door or some very high up glass windows, so after some thinking he checked to see if there were any witnesses.

'Okay, no one will see this, good because if I fail it will be very awkward and if it works it would also be very awkward' Kieran pulled back his fist and punched.

'Shit! My hand fuck that hurts' he pulled his hand pack 'glad i didn't punch as hard as i could otherwise it would just fucked my hand' he was thinking to himself and then tried many other methods

30 minutes later he was still trying random stuff to get the door open

"TIGER CLAW!!"

"TIGER FLAME FANG"

"FANG TIGER PUNCH"

All of them failed, Kieran was tired, his hands hurt from punching the metal door and his feet were killing him from all the walking. He was tired, hungry, thirsty and most of all pissed. Pissed at the stupid god that sent him here, pissed at all the people in New York brushing past him as if he didn't exist and most of all pissed from humiliating himself in front of people who walk past when he's shouting at a door.

Kieran pulled back his fist and didn't hold back at all like his previous attempts, he didn't care that he would likely break his hand punching the metal, he didn't care he would likely humiliate himself again he just wanted this door to open and as he punched the door it came flying off its hinges and hit the wall behind it with a loud crash!

Kieran stood there with his fist held out and a shocked look on his face before screaming.

"THANK CHRIST FUCK YESSSS!!!"

He calmed himself quickly realising he doesn't want the whole world to know about this, 'anyway I need to cover the door so nothing gets in' he lifted the door and placed it against the opening in the door 'eh whatever that's fine' he tried to rationalise to himself.

'Yeh fuck that he started bringing empty rather big wooden crates in the place and placing it against the door so it would have to multiple people trying to get in to even budge the thing, hopefully that will work' he said as he as he finished

After he placed the random crates against the door he took a look around the one warehouse, and it was quite empty, a lot of those wooden crates about 4 of them not against the door and then just random bits of paper and cardboard on the floor near a not very stable looking wooden desk placed against the far wall.

"Okay, okay! Time to test these powers!" He said to himself as he stood and started to hop as if warming up and grabbed some of the crates and started to lift them quite easily, smiling as he realised he was strong, well stronger than a normal human at least.

'Tomorrow I'll need to find something to test my limits' I'll have to find a junkyard or something I'm guessing and just lift random heavy stuff until I've got a guess on my limits.

He decided to somehow get to sleep as he was exhausted and it was starting to get dark and he might as well, as there isn't much he can test for a long time and as he put all the cardboard and paper under the wooden desk and then grabbed a couple crates to cover the opening of the desk he laid down.

But not before he pulled the phone he stole from the homeless woman and checked its contacts and saw only 1 contact labelled dealer 2.

He checked the previous messages and tried to copy her style of texting and then messaged both "meet tomorrow at my new spot warehouse on 8th highwood at lunch"

'Yes! I just hit the jackpot or at least some money' he put the phone back down and fell asleep resting his head in his arms.

The next day he woke and decided to lay around on the floor for about 15 minutes before yawning and getting up stretching before checking the phone and saw the dealer messaged back basically saying they would be there.

'Okay I can test my powers and get some money well hopefully some money and not just whatever drugs they bring here'

He stood and decided he needed to set the place up a little, aka moving all the crates out of the way so they could get in. He easily moved multiple of the crates with a simple kick sending them flying to the other side of the warehouse.

'Holy shit, I'll never not get used to that' he thought with a grin that suddenly dropped as he heard the metal door crash to the floor and looked towards the entrance seeing a slightly shady looking bloke in the doorway

"Uh you that woman's dealer" Kieran said pointing to a corner of the room he couldn't see and as the man tentatively stepped into the room to get a closer look Kieran rushed forward and gave him a solid kick to the back knocking him into the warehouses brick wall before the man dropped to the floor with a shout.

Kieran quickly ran over and grabbed both of the man's hands quite easily, overpowering him.

"Hand over any money you have or you get beat" Kieran said to the man seeing his eyes widen in surprise.

"NO! Get off me now!" The man started to struggle with it not doing much against Kieran's supernatural strength

Kieran released one of his hands before hitting him with a quick punch to the nose, purposely making it weaker as he didn't want to do permanent damage.

The man groaned in pain and as Kieran let go of his hands to grab the man's jacket the man covered his face in pain, his nose bleeding profusely.

Kieran stood and started to search the man's jacket checking its pockets and finding one bag of pills and didn't find anything else before finding himself frozen in fear.

He had a sense that something was going wrong and as his eyebrows furrowed and he dropped the coat to the floor his blue eyes widened in shock as he saw the man on his back fumbling with a gun.

Kieran was frozen seeing the man fumble with the gun in slow motion, all the sound he could hear feeling wrong and watched the man's coat still falling even though he dropped it seconds ago, it should have already hit the floor.

BANG!

The sound almost woke Kieran from just staring at the slowly falling coat and as Kieran looked towards the man he saw the bullet moving, it was moving as if in water Kieran quite easily leant to the side letting it pass by him watching the bullet in shock.

BANG!

The man shot at Kieran again and he leant out of the way again before feeling an irrational amount of anger at the thought of dying to some random drug dealer because of his own stupidity.

He'd almost got himself killed twice now due to his stupidity, and as he was barely thinking in his anger advanced on the man doing a run up before kicking the man's head as hard as he could.

As Kieran's foot passed through the man's head like a knife through butter his eyes flashed orange.

Kieran stood in the aftermath of his anger, blood covering the floor, parts of the man's skull planted inside of Kieran's foot.

And in another dimension, a tiger the size of a star laughed, its orange eyes showing pure delight.