I own nothing. All rights belong to their respective owners. Marvel is owned by Disney, and Star Wars is also owned by Disney. Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and by Nickelodeon. My Hero Acadimia belongs to Horikosh.

I had this idea in my head for a while now… I could not stop thinking about it, so I had to write it. I understand that there are a lot of stories that I have published recently similar to this one, and for that, I am sincerely sorry. I can't say if this will be the last one that I post.

Let the story begin…

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(First Person Point of View)

I was driving home after a long day of work. I was exhausted after the nineteen-hour shift. I stopped at a red light and waited for it to turn green. After it turned green, I waited a second before I started to accelerate.

Right as I got into the middle of the cross road, a large black truck with a lift kit flew down the highway. I hit the gas, putting the pedal to the metal… though it was too late, the truck hit my driver's side door.

The next thing I knew, I was in a black void.

I looked around and saw that there was literally nothing. I was alone, and it made no difference if my eyes were open or if they were closed.

I got bored and began to sing a song that seemed a bit fitting for this situation. I started to sing a song by "Skillet" called "Falling Inside the Black."

Tonight I'm so alone

This sorrow takes a hold

Don't leave me alone

Cause I barely see at all

Don't leave me alone

I'm Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks

Falling to the depths, can I ever go back?

After singing that, I felt something shift around me.

I frowned slightly and tried to feel around using all of my senses.

Then I heard a Voice. The Voice asked me, "Are you done?"

I looked around, seeing nothing, though the Voice made my very being seem to ignite with warmth. The Voice was deep, full, and rich.

I nodded my head, then said uncertainly, "Uh… yes?"

The Voice said to me, "As you may have guessed, you died. To no fault of your own."

I asked, "What is going to happen to me? How long have I been dead, and how long have I been here?"

"You have been dead for three centuries. You have been here for several hours. What is going to happen depends on the choices that you make." The Voice said.

I slowly nodded my head as I processed what had happened to me. I had pretty much nothing in that life. I was almost thirty, only had a couple of friends, no one close. My brother and I were estranged at best. I sighed softly and asked the Voice, "So what is going to happen to me?"

The Voice seemed amused and said, "Considering you had practically nothing. I will give you three characters and two items, powers or skills. Then I will send you to a new Universe."

I frowned deeply and asked the Voice, "What do you get out of this deal? It seems awfully one-sided?"

The Voice said carelessly, "I am bored, and I thought that this would be a bit of fun."

I asked, "What are the rules?"

The Voice said, "They can't be like Wolverine, Saber Tooth, x-23, Dooms Day, Darwin. As in an incredible healing factor and an insane adaptation ability. Or anything like that."

I frowned slightly and said, "So, no Hulk from the comics?"

The Voice seemed to consider it before saying, "No… but you could be the Hulk from the Marvel Cinematic Universe."

I thought about it for a few seconds before I gave a nod and said, "Okay." I quickly added, "Not that I want the Hulk. I was just asking to be sure. Since Hulk does have a healing factor and an adaptation factor in the comics."

The Voice calmly said, "I will not allow you to have a Symbiot. They will give you a Wolverine-like healing factor, and they are not always welcomed in some of the Multiverses."

I sighed softly and nodded my head as I pondered what I wanted for several minutes.

After a while, I asked the Voice, "Could I have Peter Parker from the comics? If so, I want all of his powers, skills, and memories." I want him at his peak and prime."

The Voice seemed to mull it over before saying, "Yes. I will allow it."

I nodded my head and then said, "I want the skills, powers, and memories of Anakin Skywalker slash Darth Vader from both the Expanded Universe and from Disney Canon."

The Voice sighed as though it was tired and regretting giving me this deal. The Voice said, "Fine, I will allow it. One last character."

I thought about it for a few seconds before I quickly replied, "Danny Phantom. I want all of his powers, skills, and memories."

This time, I almost heard teeth grind before the Voice replied, "Fine. Two things for you."

I smiled and said, "Can I have two Light Sabers? I want it to have a Lava Crystal that is the color of Lava. Would like it them to reflect my mood. Yellow for when I am calm. Red for when I am beyond pissed. And varying shades of orange reflecting my mood. I also want it to be enchanted to always teleport to me, either onto my belt or my hand. I also want to be the only one who can use it unless I give direct permission for someone else to use it. I want the Light Sabers to be dual-phased and double-bladed. I want the casing to be made up of Phrik."

The Voice said calmly, "That will count for two."

I sighed and said, "Okay, fair enough."

"Now, what Universe would you like to go to?" The Voice asked me.

"My Hero Academia, Season One, Episode One. The Start of Cannon." I replied.

"Hmm, okay." It said.

I asked, "Can I tweak the Universe a bit and make a background for myself?"

The Voice considered it before saying, "Sure, you can make a background for yourself."

I nodded my head once and said, "Let's start with my appearance." I thought about it and then said, "Okay, I would like dark brown hair, similar to Peter's and Anakin's. Icy blue eyes that are like Anakin's and Danny's, though when I go ghost, I want them to turn a toxic green. When I get incredibly furious, I want my eyes to turn Sith Orange when in human form. In Ghost Form, I want my eyes to turn Crimson red, the color of blood. Also, I would like my hair to be snow white in my Ghost Form, like Danny's. I want to be well-built like Anakin and Peter. Is that too much?"

The Voie said to me in an amused tone, "No, not at all. I am liking where you are going with this. So now, what would your back story to be?"

I gave a single nod of my head before I replied, "Okay… hmm… I would like my Father to be called Spider-Man. His Quirk would be: Spider Physiology. I want him to be a top-ten hero in the United States of America. I would like him to have been a Vigilante for eight years before becoming a Pro Hero for nine years before I was born. I to be born when he is about thirty years old."

The Voice hummed in acknowledgment.

I continued, "My Mother, I want her Quirk to be; Living-Ghost. I would like her to be a top-twenty hero. Her basic powers are Flight, intangibility, Cryokinesis, and some Telekinesis. Her hero's name would be Ghost-Girl. I would like her to be a hero for ten years before having me, and she would be twenty-eight years old when I am born."

The Voice seemed amused and said, "Ah, I see where you are going."

I nodded my head and said, "My Quirk will be called Ghost-Spider, as will my plausible hero name."

With a hum, it said, "Okay, please continue."

I sighed and said, "I want my god-father to be a hero who retired bur was a close friend to my mom. His name would be Vlad Masters. He would be the half-brother to my mom and would have a similar Quirk. His Quirk would be Living-Ghost, but he would have Pyrokenisis instead of Cryokinesis. The other powers would be the same, though he used Telekinesis a lot more than my Mother. His hero's name would be Plasmius. I want him to run a Support Company called, Masters Corporation. I want him to be rich, filthy rich."

The Voice hummed again before saying, "I have a feeling that there is something bad coming for your parents…."

"YuP," I said, popping the P.

I continued with my back ground story, "I was born with a lot of my powers. My Father and uncle slash god-father were both there for my birth. Fast forward, say, five years. I start to show an interest in being a hero. So all of my family, Father, Mother, and god-father, started to train me, on how to use my powers. On my Eighth birthday, I began to learn martial arts. When I turned Thirteen, both my Mother and my Father started to take me on patrols on occasion to get some experience. Since Vigilanteism was not as frowned upon in the U.S.A. I was allowed to help my parents and god-father. This continued for three years. When I turned six-teen, my whole life changed."

The Voice sighed, then said, "Let me guess, your folks died?"

I chuckled softly and said, "Yes, though not in the way you would think… okay, maybe the way you thought." I shrugged my shoulders before continuing, "On my sixteenth birthday, my Father's and my Mother's identities were revealed, and they were doxxed by a corrupt hero."

The Voice did not say a single word, so I took that as a sign to continue.

So I did, "So, some of my Father's and Mother's worst enemies came to the house. They first killed my Mother in her sleep while my Father was out on Patrol. Then, they set the house on fire, burning it down. I was in the middle of school, though I sensed that something was off, though I could not tell what. So, I continued with my classes. My Father saw the news and web-slung back to the house as quickly as he could, though it was too late. He began to throw rubble and things, digging to try to get to where he hoped to find us still alive. The still-hot ash burned through his gloves and the soles of his feet, but he did not care. His only concern was for me and his wife. That was when he was ambushed."

The Voice said, "And let me guess, he went berserk?"

I nodded my head and then said, "He went berserk. The eight enemies of his thought that they could take him out quickly and efficiently, but he almost always held back. My Father quit holding back and unleashed all of his powers on the Villians. He fought tooth, nail, and claw, killing them. He used to try to save everyone, even the ones who had tried to kill him in the past. My god-father showed up soon after, and grew enraged and helped my Father to take down my Mother's Vilians. My Father was beaten worse than he ever had in his life, but he finished it, and Plasmius rushed my Father to the nearest hospital. After doing that, he called my school and let them know what happened. I was let out early, and I literally flew to the hospital. My god-father was there for me, and he told me everything. My Father died on the operating table."

"Hmm, I will allow it. I am guessing that the U.A. is a University instead of a High School." The Voice said to me.

I shrugged and said, "Well, I would rather not be in school with a lot of underaged kids. Making them all adults is more rational. Eighteen, or close to it, and twenty-one when they Graduate."

"Okay, please continue." The Voice said.

"So, with all of my family dead, but for my god-father. We cut ties with the past. I let the past die." I smirked and continued, "My god-father, bought an apartment complex close to the Ultimate Alliance University, in Musutafu. Which happens to be the same one that Izuku Mydoria and his mother live in. My god-father began to focus on his Support Company's branch in Japan."

The Voice said calmly, "Okay, I will allow all of this."

I asked, "Will I get all of the memories all at once; from Anakin Skywalker, Danny Fenton, and Peter Parker, as well as my new life's memories?"

The Voice seemed amused at that question and said, "Yes. It will hurt a whole lot."

I sighed softly and said, "Well, can I choose a name?"

"Sure," The Voice said casually.

I thought about it for several minutes before I said, "Maybe: Maverick Masters Skywalker?"

All of a sudden, a loud sonic boom was heard, and I blacked out.

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I once again own nothing. All of the rights belong to all of their respective owners.

Well, here is the first chapter. I hope that you all enjoyed it.

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Death Fury signing off for the time being.

P.S.

What would you like the name to be?

I was initially going to call him Miles Masters Skywalker.

I am open to suggestions.