{I Do Not Own Marvel}

I had, by now, spent three days in my new base and I already knew that this was the one.
I had all the material I could want and more. With new stuff being (illegally) dumped every few days.

Carrying multiple mechanical parts in my hands I approach what appears to be a small, unfinished spider drone with eight legs as well as four arms. My steps making annoying squeaking sounds as the exo-harness on my leg moves. it is a, hopefully, temporary solution. The pain is still not gone, but at least I won't be falling down anymore.
Kneeling down next to the unfinished bot, I grit my teeth from the pain, and continue building the bot.
These shall be my unnamed construction bots, soon I'll have hundreds of them running around and helping me build bigger things.

After an hour of tinkering with the bot, I finally decide that it's as good as I can do currently and insert an Energon cube in the chest, turning it on.

The spider shaped drone lifts its body off the ground with its legs, fully standing up and then begins calibrating all its limbs. The legs sticking to the ground one by one and then later unstuck. The arms being extended, turned in all directions and all the rudimentary tools being deployed, such as mini discs taken from angle grinders, a tiny repulsor powered blowtorch as well as magnetic and non-magnetic grabbers.

At its full height, it barely reaches my waist and need I remind you, I am still 14 years of age. Meaning I am around 1.52 meters or around 5 foot for the Americans.
I watch as the drone finishes it's calibration and then scuttles off towards Scrap Trap where, the elder bot will initiate the "Mother Duckling" protocol, firstly guiding the new drone around the edges of our claimed territory, as well as the current location of our biggest resource deposits, meaning a large collection of electronics or vehicles, and then the drone will follow ST with the gathering of materials.

I turn around and right as I'm about to begin making a second drone, I hear a ping come from my now fixed laptop. With the physical tasks taken care of I check up on my laptop to find that the file transfer is at 50%.

I am trying to get a valid ID in this world. The quickest and easiest way would be to just hack into the US government registry and create an ID that way, but that is just asking SHIELD to lock on to my ass and lock me up.

What I'm doing instead is sending my desired data single bit by bit to my home country's database, as it is still recovering from a war that happened not too long ago, both in this reality and my old one, such changes are excepted to happen in the database.

I have built, what I consider to be a pretty good background for myself. Living near the border with my family, which was one of the first places to be attacked, we barely made it out of the country, my father lost in the attack and my mother dying of injuries soon after getting us into the wonderful US of A, within which I have been wondering around homeless and orphaned. and the reason for my limp is a bullet wound, because duh. Sometimes you don't need to lie. Alongside that, if anyone mentions my family I won't have to act sad as I have really lost them. They may not be dead but they are far enough away that they might as well be.

After this is complete, I will use my status as a refugee to get a valid ID here and start a legitimate business when I turn legal age.

[May 4, 2012]
I, Jessy Malcolm, have a dream. That one day I will make a great portal gun and travel the universe!
"Jessy! Quickly grab your notebook we need to go!" mom and dad have been in a rush for the past few minutes. Something about a bomb threat. I can't help but make fun of my parents for their fear of this "bomb threat", of course a bomb is a threat silly! That's their whole shtick.
They are panicking this much about the threat of bombs but when I was fearing quicksand and falling anvils they were laughing at me.
Hmph
this'll teach them.

My parents lead me outside and followed the police officers that were guiding us. In the way I saw all our neighbors doing the same.

When we finally stopped moving, I got to hang out with the other kids and play tag.

It wasn't until an hour later that a great beam of blue light pierced the sky, but I couldn't see where it came from, but I did see it expand into a disk that transformed into a portal! A real portal! My dreams were coming true!

We were going to die. Aliens were invading and we were all going to die. Where is Iron Man? Please save us!

A giant space whale was coming right at us, people were rushing and crashing into each other, a few police officers started shooting at it but it wasn't doing anything.
We were going to die.

As the space whale descended onto the street in front of us it opened it mouth and begun advancing. A heavy hum descended onto the crowd from above, coming from a giant beetle like mechanical construct.

It landed between the people and the space whale, the carapace on its back shifting and reforming into a great big cannon the barrel of which was as wide as a car.

And from the cannon, blasted forth balls of light, so hot that even many meters away the people still felt it's blistering heat.

The balls of light impacted the alien creature and washed over it like a liquid. The areas it touched, melted into slag. Each ball digging and melting great holes within the creature, until its head was gone and it could no longer move.

Around them, more of the beetles were seen firing upon the invading alien forces. Alongside the mechanical beetles were smaller spider like robots that were using their lighter frame and smaller weapons to hunt down any stragglers.

In the air Dragonfly like creations flew at great speeds, near impossible to make out with the untrained eye, only visible due to their great maneuverability allowing them to stop and turn on a dime

It was a battle of innumerable swarm versus innumerable swarm. One hunting down humans and the other hopefully on the side of humans

The End (?)