New York

'The streets of new York as busy as ever'. A young boy thought as he strolled ignoring the stares that were being thrown his way.

The boy looked to be in his mid teens, yet his face was cold and emotionless as he move around slowly as if unbothered by the passage of time. His golden eyes dull and cold, long sliver blue hair and small frame drew attention to him.

If one didn't know he was a boy he would have easily been mistaken as a girl.

Moving around he didn't even care about those around him.

When he was sent out of the void to this new multiverse he truly didn't expect it to be the Marvel universe, much else the beginning.

And when he said the beginning he meant The beginning. Like not the beginning of the plot, the beginning of the world or hell even the beginning of the multiverse.

No, he was sent to the very beginning of the Marvel multiverse, back when the First Firmament, The First Cosmos.

For those who were not aware the marvel multiverse was in a continuous state of destruction and rebirth. And what most people are familiar with is the 8th iteration of the multiverse.

Now imagine being created in the first iteration.

It appeared that when the first Firmament created the Celestials and the Aspirants, he decided to create another being. That was were he came in.

In the original marvel history this didn't happen but so he came into existence as the first man.

In that sense the Celestials and Aspirants could be considered his siblings. Anyways he was looked down upon by them but ultimately left alone as he was a creation of the first firmament similar to themselves.

Now imagine just how living since the first cosmos you can imagine that life itself hardly gave much joy or another emotion to be honest. That's not to say that he doesn't feel. With his system store and points he had point things from powers to simply items to keep himself engaged and at some point just sleep for millennia's at ends.

He had seen the laws of physics and magic created and even created some himself, he had humble the so called gods that came looking for trouble and bitch slapped them and even left the multiverse to go to others at times, but he always came back.

He had made this his home and while he had long stopped interfering with the world much, it wasn't bad to do a little good here and there.

That's why he was currently out and heading towards his intended destination.

Genosha.