"Here is your food," The McDonalds employee said as she placed down our fast food filled trays.

And my stomach growled in response, for my brain desired lots of calories so that it could calculate numbers properly. And I wasn't one for coffee, but Accelerator apparently was, and I had inherited his taste for this kind of the stuff as again his brain used a lot of energy to operate his power.

And boy a power it was, Vector Manipulation was some broken shit with no limit, though still for some reason the name and the power seemed familiar to me. That information probably belonged to the memories I had lost during the fusion process. Though thankfully, my thoughts had settled, and my brain wasn't scrambled so I could actually think now and recall information.

Along with being able to tell where I was, so I was easily able to tell that this was not Academy City, Japan, as Accelerator's remaining memories informed me. No, right now, I currently found myself in the good old USA. New York to be more precise, though it was not the New York of my Earth.

No, this was Marvel's New York City, and the year was currently 2010 according to the phone I had looted of one the thugs that had been attacking Laura. Thankfully the idiot that owned it had put the lock as freaking 1234.

Idiot.

And speaking of Laura, it had taken a bit of time for it to register, but I finally match the kid before me with the memory of X-23 inside of my memory. Which was how I knew that I was currently in some version of a Marvel Universe. And the thugs mentioning Tombstone had also triggered my memory. And going by their words, it sounded like he was more in line with the Spectacular Spider-Man version they had to use because they hadn't been able to use Fisk.

"So, what is your name?" Laura asked as she finished eating her Big Mac.

"I told you my name is Accelerator, that is my name the only name I currently have," And that was true I couldn't remember my old one so the name of this body was the only thing I could use. I didn't want to come up with a new one.

"Alright, so why were you in that alleyway you a bum?" She asked a she looked up and down my lanky frame though her eyes were focused on my fur-lined jacket, which really didn't fit with the image of a homeless teenager.

"I am now, though I think I can rectify that situation quickly," I told her yeah, there were a lot of ways to gain money for someone like me steal them from criminals or just hack the stock market. "What about you? Why were you stealing from gangsters don't you have parents that can take care of you?" I asked, and I knew the answer was no, but I asked anyway as I saw no reason to spill the beans regarding the whole. 'Hey, I am from a universe where you're fictional' I could say that I was from another universe as such stuff was pretty damn common depending on where you were in the timeline.

"I don't," Laura replied as she looked down at her food. "And I did it because I didn't want to suck a guy's dick today." And I let out a frustrated sigh and thanked God we were in the corner of the McDonald with none around us.

"Got something against working girls?" Laura asked, and I quickly shook my head.

"Fuck no, it is one of the oldest professions of humanity, and I have nothing but respect for those who do it. But I hate it when they had to because they have to not because they want to, you're very much in the first camp. And I before you ask it has nothing to do with your age, could give less of a crap about that," I told the pre-built assassin quickly before she could say anything.

"Well, at the very least, you aren't a judgmental asshole."

"I try not to be," I said back as I finished my burger and opened up the smartphone's web browser. It was a model that did not exist in either mine or Accelerator's world. It was a Stark Industries phone, and so it, despite it being 2010 it was on the level of a 2020 smartphone. According to the specs that I could read in the settings options.

Stark definitely liked to brag about his creations.

Right now, I was trying to get information about the Marvel Universe I was currently to see where in the timeline I currently was. To see if it was more like 616 or more like the MCU or the Mightiest Heroes cartoon.

And going by the search results, I was getting it was more like an Earth-616 variant. As The Fantastic Four had become active in 85', when they had just started their twenties with Reed now being forty-five years old.

Five years later, Spider-Man, Iron Man, and a bunch of others became active, and then in 95' the Avengers were founded. Then in 00' half of Earth's population vanished and was then quickly brought back. Bunch of other villains and events happened with the latest big thing that had happened. Was that a bunch of Mutants had lost their power going from millions around the world going only to a few thousand. Meaning that M-Day had occurred, which then meant that there was a high chance Civil War was going to happen soon.

And that was going to be a nasty affair.

"What are you frowning at?" Laura asked.

"Just getting an annoyed at the news, God, how is the Daily Bugle still in business," I said as I put the phone away. I was going to discard it later as there was a high chance it had tracking software installed in it.

"No idea, people can be stupidly malicious," Laura said, and yeah, she would know a lot about stupidly malicious people. Or would maliciously stupid be more appropriate to say about the people behind the Weapon X program?

"To true, so how much money did you manage to take?" I asked Laura.

"About five-hundred. What you want some?" She asked as she finished her own meal.

"I can get my own," I responded.

"You're not very good at conversations, are you?"

"Yep."

"Why did I even follow and pay for your food?" Laura asked herself.

"No idea, maybe because you're lonely want somebody to talk to, and I am not an asshole to you," I theorized, for I had no idea what went on inside of the assassin's head.

"…That is probably correct," Laura replied, and we were total social disasters, weren't we?

"So, since you don't have any parents. Where do you exactly stay?" Cause since she was out offering up her body, she was obviously not with the X-men.

"I'm squatting in an apartment with a bunch of other homeless people who leave me alone," Laura answered, and I nodded my head. Makes sense, and it is not like any of them could take advantage of her if they tried. I thought to myself. "So why did you ask about the money? What were you going to do with it if you had it?"

"Going to try and set up a legal identity and then start up a business to get more money," I told Laura. "And what about you? Something tells me you don't have a legal identity, either?" I asked, and Laura just looked down at the table. Which just confirmed what I already knew. "So, how about tomorrow we acquire some more cash, and start the process of getting papers."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Laura asked.

"Ask a lawyer. There is a lot of legal means to get citizenship, no need for fake papers," I told her. Though plan the plan hinged on getting Jennifer on our side. If that didn't work out, there was always Shield. But if I remembered correctly Maria 'bitch face' Hill. Who may or may not at this very moment alongside Hank Pym be a Skrull. The race, unlike in the MCU, were all assholes, with little too no sympathetic members, the same being true for the Kree and pretty much all other alien races. The exception being Mar-vel, who was dead.

"As if it is so easy," Laura simply said back seemingly not believe getting help could be that easy.

"Some times it is, and there is nothing wrong with trying," I told her. The young mutant didn't say anything in response to my words. "So, do you want to finish off with some ice cream?"

Laura nodded her head.

And I just gave her a small smile.

Xxx

Laura Kinney, named by one of the two people that had cared about her, didn't know what to fucking think.

Her mind still dazed well into the night even as she sat on the only chair that was inside of the rundown apartment she had been living in for the past six months.

All because she didn't know what to think about the white-haired mutant, if he was one. That had 'saved' her from Tombstones thugs. Which she could have dealt with them herself, but that would have required the usage of her claws. And using those increased the chances of Kimura finding her and sending her back to the facility and then receive punishment.

And Laura didn't want that at all, for despite having a regeneration factor, Laura despised pain and sought to avoid it whenever necessary.

So she was rather thankful for Accelerator seemingly waking up then he did and used that weird reflection power of his. And she still wasn't sure why she had followed him or even let him crash on the rotting sofa he was currently sleeping on over in the corner of the one-room apartment.

Though despite her own thoughts, Laura knew exactly why she had decided to stick with Accelerator, for he had treated her with kindness and not just looked at her with hate or disgust like so many others had. It was like most people immediately knew that she was a mutant on sight despite not showing off her abilities. And he had also not judged her selling her body to get money, he just didn't like that she was basically forced to do so.

And the soon to be thirteen-year-old wanted some actual companionship the other squatters, and her customers did not make for great talking bodies.

And there was also the fact that Accelerator just seemed to give off an aura of protection. Her gut was seemingly telling her that if she stuck by him. He would protect her from Kimura and the rest of the Weapon X Program. And Laura always trusted her gut feelings because they usually proved to be true. So, for now, the young mutant was going to trust the lanky boy. Which was strange cause she hadn't even known him for six hours?

"What I am even thinking," Laura said to herself as she shook her head and laid down on her shitty mattress bed. She could figure out her emotions tomorrow.

And she also wanted to stick with him because she was actually curious about his whole plan to get papers was going to go down.

Xxx

"And that is two-hundred dollars gone," I heard Laura mutter in sadness over the money spent.

Again, as she had done so for over an hour since that money had been spent.

"Like I said yesterday, it is going to be easy to get more money once we have a legal identity, so don't worry, you little money hungry brat," I told Laura, and she just pouted at me as the word brat left my lips. "And besides, I needed a new phone cause if I kept the one I took, it could be used to track us."

"Why do you have to make reasonable sense?" She asked, and I just chuckled in response. "So how is this lawyer going to help us well, help you?"

"Well, she is not going to help us directly as a she is a defense attorney, but she has a lot of connection with people and so will be able to make them help us," I told Laura, and she looked at me with curious eyes.

"Okay, who is this very important woman that has big friends?"

"Jennifer Walters, who is better known as She-Hulk," I told her as we crossed the street.

"Wait, you serious? We're somehow going to get miss big green and mean to help us?"

"Yep."

"And how do you plan to make that happen?" Laura asked. "She is a high profile Hero and lawyer, how are you going to get a meeting with her?"

"Well, I have a way to get her to talk with us, but that route has a fifty/fifty chance of her listening to us or punching," I told Laura for that way involved talking about Bruce cause I was 100% certain that he was currently on Sakaar as none had seen the green giant since the Las Vegas incident and that was actually concerning a great deal of people online.

"You know I am starting to think that you don't actually have a plan, but just make shit up as you go based on current information," Laura muttered.

"Eh, isn't that what all plans are? Well, not long term ones but short term ones, I just come up with a lot of short ones, which then becomes a grand long one. And they usually work because I am a genius," I told her.

"Really? You don't act like one?"

"My brain is a biological super-computer. It is able to crunch more numbers and equations than any machine of Earth currently can," And that was the truth. Accelerator's brain, my brain was an impossibility that should not be able to exist in the world. Stark, Doom, Reed, Banner, Amadeus, Hank, Peter none of them could compare to me in sheer processing power. All because their brains were relatively 'normal' they could do a lot of math equations, but eventually the numbers would get too big, the equations too complicated, too many equations and they end up losing track of the numbers.

But not me, my brain could not do that, no matter how big or many. I could keep track of all the numbers and make news to the point where I could create vector equations for materials and energies that did not exist in reality.

And many of them I could run in the background of my subconsciousness to reflect what I wanted and the opposite as well.

Which was a good thing or else the car that had just very deliberately crashed into would have sent me rag dolling like I was a Happy Wheels' character.

"You know in this very moment I really regret not actually killing you and your three yesterday," I said as I recognized one of the people in the car as one of the four thugs that Laura had stolen. With this one being one of the two that had tried to tackle me. Two others were with him and currently knocked the fuck out due to the whiplash they had just experienced. Except for the thug as he was the driver and the airbag had managed to keep him conscious. "And I also gotta ask what you think this was a good idea? Like bounced the bullet back at your friend, so what made you think raming with a car was going to do? Did you think more force was going to do it? If so, then let me correct you, the force doesn't matter. So go and take those words back to Tombstone, if this was supposed be a lesson not to fuck with his men and tell him not to fuck with the girl and me. If he wishes to keep having his criminal hold on his half of New York by the end of the week."

"Under-understood," The thug weakly muttered as he too went unconscious.

I scowled at the idiot and returned my attention to Laura, who was nowhere to be seen. "Freaking ninja," I muttered, but it made sense as currently, a few dozen people were currently pointing their phones at me, taking pictures and recording videos, and I was pretty sure one dude had been live-streaming and managed to capture the failed hit and run.

"Not the way I wanted to get known," I said as I looked at a teenager that was recording me. "Okay, I know all you are going to put that stuff up on youtube and Facebook. So just to make things clear, my name is Accelerator, cause the last thing I want is for you to try and come up with one!" Shouted and they kinda scattered at the winds. "Now to find Laura, my day is going spectacular and makes me want to send you flying through the stratosphere at Mach 4," I told the mobsters as I crossed the street and avoided looking at people and just put one of the air pods into my ear.

And as I said time to find my new loli assassin… I missed Last Order.

Xxx

"You know this might actually be a quiet day," Peter said to himself as he sat on top of one the many rooftops of Manhatten eating his high-protein smoothie.

God bless Aunt May.

For he could really use the quiet days as he was still haunted by the events involving Wanda a few months ago.

That in his and many other's opinion had been an utter shit show of the highest proportion. He would actually rank it among the top ten worst things he had ever experienced, and that was saying a lot as he had experienced a lot of shit in the last twenty years of his life ever since that spider had bitten him.

And he believed it had gone wrong because they had discovered all of Wanda's issues to late and then trying to solve it on their own after failing to find Samson, who was still missing. Which was another they had not realized until it was too late. And so couldn't get the woman who called herself the Scarlet Witch the help she needed. Instead, they just either discussed killing her or just alter her mind so that once again, she wouldn't be able to remember the trauma.

And then, then what they had called House of M and M-day happened, where everything just ended up getting worse as an end result with Wanda going missing. Most mutants losing their powers, and then people found out about what Wanda had done. It had just caused anti-mutant sentiments to rise once again.

So all and all, Peter felt like they had just traveled back to early 2000.'

At least I am working for Mr. Stark now and earning a good paycheck for me, Aunt May and Mary Jane. Peter thought to himself with a smile as he remembered the suited hero offering him a position within Stark Industries as a creator with all the patents in his name. After all, that stuff had gone down, including his old home in Queens, getting destroyed by Moltenman.

Though now Aunt May was living it up in luxury and he hoped it would stay that way until she died cause she deserved some good things in her old age. And Peter was starting to accept the fact she might only have a few years left to live. Though before that happened, Peter hoped he and MJ could have a child together that she could dot on and get her 'grandmother' game on as she called it.

Put Peter would have to put those thoughts off for later consideration as it seemed that his day was going to get some action as he heard the sound of a car colliding with something and then getting crunched.

"Shit, shit, shit," Peter muttered to himself rapidly as he put his smoothie down and quickly pulled down his mask as he looked down the street to find the crash. As he had heard the sound of the crushed metal coming from down below him.

And he looked at the spot he did not see the aftermath of two cars colliding with one another, but instead, he only saw only one wrecked car in the middle of the street. With the thing or rather the person, the car had hit being totally unscathed and rather non-caring about the whole thing.

The person was rather unique, looking as it was not every day you saw a tall and extremely lanky person with white hair.

"Guess he had a power that protected him," Peter muttered as he saw him casually walk away from the car, not even bothering to assist the people that had hit him. After shouting something, he had not been able to hear properly. "What an ass," Peter said in observation as he jumped down onto the street to assist the people in the car.

"Oh, wow, it's Spider-man!" He heard a young girl exclaim.

"Yep, just you friendly neighborhood web-head swinging on by," Peter responded. "So, can you tell me what happened?" Peter asked. "And has anyone called an ambulance!" He shouted to all the other pedestrians on the street.

"I did, and they are on their way," A guy in a car shouted from the opposite side of the crosswalk.

And Peter gave him a thumbs up in response.

"Yeah, I saw it happening from the café right over there," The young teen answered as she pointed to the café right at the corner where she had been having her morning coffee. "It definitely wasn't an accident. The light was green, and I saw the car speed and swerved slightly it was definitely trying to hit that white-haired guy deliberate," She explained. "But it didn't work cause the moment they hit the guy, the car just kinda got crunched and well bounced back a bit like a rubber ball hitting a wall."

"Well, obviously, and I guess I have to call the cops as well, though I wonder why?" Peter asked himself, and he quickly got his answer at least some kind of answer as after he ripped off the door and saw that the two knocked out men in the back held some very expensive merchandise.

"Oh…" The girl muttered as she saw the same thing the best hero in New York was seeing.

"Yeah, oh. So do you have anything else you want to add and I think it would be best if you stay cause I think the police might want to get your statement now," Peter said as he pulled the first criminal out checked if anything was broken and then quickly bound him with webs.

"Yeah, after the whole thing, a lot of people brought out their phones and did the usual stuff, so he shouted at them that his name was Accelerator to prevent people assigning him a stupid name online."

"Good thing, cause I've seen some heroes get stupid names when they forget to give their own when making their debut," Peter muttered as he rang up his contact in the police. Accelerator, I haven't heard a hero, villain, or mutant with kind of name before. "Yuri, your favorite arachnid here. I've got three mobsters with guns possibly Tombstone's guys as the guns look like the brand he boys use."

"Good, what did they do? Is anyone injured?"

"Besides them being unconscious when and maybe having some bruised bones then no. They tried to do a hit and run against some white-haired dude by the name of Accelerator. The obviously failed cause the guy had a power that seems to turn him into an immovable pillar," Peter theorized based on what had happened.

"Is the guy with you?"

"No, he just walked away from the scene, will try and find him later," He told her, and she said she would talk to him later and bade him goodbye. "Now, I just need to tie you, and hopefully, you will wake up and tell me why you tried to run over that Accelerator guy."

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