Okay, I know that I said that I would slow down on writing "New" Stories, but I was inspired to write this story.

Okay, the break down of this story is that I was re-watching a few of the X-Men Movies and some of the M.C.U. So this is the result of that.

I think I listen to someone say that the Sam Rami's Spider-Man was set in the same Universe as the X-Men. If that is the case, then "Spider-Man: No Way Home." And "Across The Spider-Verse" says that the Marvel Multiverse is all connected.

My Point is: With Dead Pool 3 coming out, and it may (will) connect to the greater M.C.U.

So, I think that it would be cool if I got ahead of the curve.

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

The Story Begins…

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(Owen's Point of View)

Whelp, this is my story.

I am not completely sure who is listening or watching this. But this is my life now…

Perhaps I should start at the beginning…

I was born—

Maybe not that far back…

Let's take it off from when things got interesting.

I was re-watching the X-Men Franchise. When I thought to myself, 'It would be fun if I had some powers or something. I like Rogue's Powers, but I would like X-23's abilities more. So many choices. I wish I could have some fun.'

My world spun around, and my vision grew hazy and dark,

When my sight and balance returned to me, I saw a being seemingly made out of Stars and Nebulas.

The Being did not have a face, but it was facing me. I could just tell.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I asked, "Uh.. so… uh… who talks first? You, me?"

A booming laugh happened that came from every direction. Then the Being said in an amused voice, "I like this one. Consider your Wish as granted. Pick Three Wishes and go into a world."

I frowned slightly and asked it, "What are the rules?"

I could feel a smirk happen, though the Star Being did not move. After a few moments, the Star Person said, "You have three wishes, though once you pick something, that Omniverse is closed… Say you pick Spider-Man's Power. You would lose every medium that has Spider-Man."

I frowned slightly but nodded my head. That made sense, though it was disappointing. I really like Spider-Man, and I knew Marvel pretty well.

I began to pace as I thought about what I wanted. After a few minutes, I said, "I want the powers, skills, memories, and abilities of an Osmosian, primarily Kevin Ethen Levin."

The Star Person asked me, "Are you sure? That would close off the Ben 10 Omniverse."

I nodded my head once and then said, "Yes. As much as I like Ben 10, the Universe is always in danger, and the World is always about to be destroyed. So no, I want to part in it."

He snapped his fingers and said, "Two more."

I continued to pace as I pondered about what I wanted to do. After another several minutes, I said, "I want the Force Potential of Anakin Skywalker slash Darth Vader. I want his memories, skills, abilities, and powers from both the Expanded Univers and the Disney Cannon."

The All-Powerful Being snapped their fingers, and something clicked into place before saying, "One. Last. Wish."

I nodded my head and began to pace once again, unsure of what I wanted. I desired a lot, but only had one more wish remaining. Not sure what to pick.

After what seemed like an hour, I smirked and then said, "I want a composite version of Batman. I want his skills, memories, and abilities."

The Being seemed to chuckle as it said, "Wise Choices. Now to pick your Universe."

I asked, "When and where?"

I sensed its amusement before it said, "Pick a few Universes, and it will be selected at near random."

I slowly nodded

my head as I said, "The Marvel Cinematic Universe."

It seemed pleased as it said, "Pick two more."

I smiled and then said, "Fox's X-Men Franchise."

The Person seemed in agreement and then said, "Last Universe."

I thought about it before saying, "Uh… I was thinking, My Hero Academia."

It seemed like the Being clapped its hand before it said, "Oh, and this might hurt… a lot."

Before I could ask what he meant, my world turned black as decades of memories flooded my mind. I felt all the pain that Anakin slash Vader went through, being burned alive, electrocuted, suffocating, and the whips of being a slave. I felt Bruce Wayne's pain in all of the beatings that he took. Acid, bullets, bones breaking, everything. I felt the pain and grief from all of them.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream before I passed out from the pain.

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(Owen's Point of View)

When I came to my senses, I saw that I was wearing a faded blue pair of jeans and a black tank top undershirt, with a grey long-sleeved shirt, with a regular black t-shirt over that. On my feet were a pair of black combat boots with thick wool socks.

I was in the middle of a wilderness, in the middle of winter.

I walked towards a rock and touched it with my hand. I focused on my new powers and abilities, and then, I could feel my body quickly become stone.

I muttered, "This is trippy. Though this is pretty cool." I made a fist and then turned my hand into a stone club. I grinned and muttered, "So I might be like Absorption Man from the Marvel Comics. I can dig that."

I looked around and thought there was nothing. I closed my eyes and then used the Force to sense if there were any sentient life near me at the time. I could feel that there were several life signatures, a mile, maybe a mile and a quarter away from where I was lying.

I turned myself back to regular skin, and I felt the cold. The wind nipped at my exposed skin, namely on my face and hands.

I began the trek to where I hoped was some warmth and maybe some food. Only time would tell what was in store for me.

After about an hour and a half, I finally arrived at the place where the people were localized. I was not as cold as I could be, but I definitely had a slight chill. Though it was not as cold as Hoth or Illium.

I hugged my body as I kept moving, thinking that if I stopped, I would not want to move again, and that would be disastrous… for me. My story would end before I could even actually begin it.

I emerged out of the tree line and saw a Truck Stop or a bar of sorts.

I shivered slightly from the cold. As I looked closer at it, the Truck Stop was looking very familiar.

I slowly entered the establishment, brushing the snow off of me and stomping my feet to get the snow off the tops of my boots.

Inside the building, I saw a dingy bar, several tables, and a few booths. I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a fight, the grunts of pain, and the sound of flesh on flesh pounding.

I slowly made my way through the crowd, curious to see what was happening,

I saw a man with black hair who was built like a tank and was very hairy.

The other person was standing closest to me. He was much taller than the other man. He had blond hair as he fought.

I watched the fight for a few seconds before the tall blond took a hit to his temple, and he dropped like a sack of bricks.

I smirked as a man who looked like a lumber jack stood up.

The announcer asked, "Does anyone else want to fight the Unstoppable Wolverine?"

"I do!" He shouted and walked towards the make shift fighting ring.

I chuckled and said, "Wolverine is going to win."

The person next to me said, "He has to be getting tired. This is the ninth guy that he fought."

I nodded my head and said, "I still say that the short guy will be winning it."

The man said, "Five dollars says Wolverine hits the ground and stays down in this round."

I smirked and said, "Deal."

As I said that, I saw the Wolverine take a kick to the groins, knocking him to his knees.

The guy beside me said, "Start paying up."

I pointed to the fight where Wolverine was slowly standing up.

The tall lumber jack went to throw a punch, but the Wolverine met the punch with one of his own.

The grown man screamed in pain as his hand and wrist contorted and bent in an unnatural way, breaking. The Wolverine continued the offensive and upper-cutted the man before he returned the kick to the balls. The man was knocked out unconscious.

I smirked and said to the dude beside me and said, "Time to pay up."

He huffed and muttered, "Fine." He reached into his pocket and handed me a wrinkled five-dollar bill.

I quickly stuffed it into my pocket.

I saw my reflection in a window, and I looked like Kevin E. Levin, but with dark brown hair instead of black hair.

The announcer asked, "Will anyone beat the Wolverine?!"

I smirked and shouted, "I will fight him!"

I walked my way to the front of the cage and entered the enclosure.

Wolverine sniffed the air and smirked at me, "Come on, kid, give me the best you got." His voice was hoarse and gruff.

I smirked and gave him a nod and gave him a 'come hither' gesture.

I got into a defensive boxer's stance that Kevin used and that Batman knew.

The Wolverine smirked and bull-rushed me.

I knew better than to try to hit him in the head or where there was not a lot of flesh due to his metal bones.

I side-stepped his first attack and kicked him in the rear, sending him sprawling into the fence.

Wolverine got up and got into a fighting stance.

I smirked and gave him a nod of respect.

This time, we charged at each other.

I ducked under a right hay maker and jabbed him in his solar plex, using a lot of my strength.

He grunted in pain and surprise. Wolverine smirked and legged-swept me, causing me to fall onto my butt.

I rolled onto my feet and ducked under a left cross jab.

I counter-attacked with a nerve strike at his neck.

With a grunt, he fell to the floor in a heap that only lasted three or five seconds before he lunged at me.

I fell to the floor with him on top of me as he began to rain blow after blow upon my chest and forearms since when he tackled me, I covered my face with my arms,

Every hit felt like a battering ram.

With a grunt, I went to throw him off of me, but he was heavier than I had expected.

I could feel bruises forming on my arms before he slipped a punch past my guard, and he struck me in the temple.

The Wolverine sensed blood in the water as he doubled down on the beat down he was giving me.

My vision swam before he got a clean hit to my temple, knocking me out cold.

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(Owen's Point of View)
(About Two Hours Later)

I groaned as I stood up. I found myself still in the bar, though out of the ring.

I slowly sat up and clutched my head in pain. I let out a low groan of pain.

"Welcome back to the realm of the living," said a man behind the counter of the bar.

I asked softly, "How long was I out?"

The bar keep said, "A couple of hours, you put up a good show, though. You can have a free meal on the house."

I gave him a grateful nod and said, "Thank you…." I paused and then asked him, "Uh, do you serve burgers?"

"Yup." He nodded his head and began to do the order.

I could feel bruises form on my arms and on my temple. I knew I could heal myself, but I would rather not cause a scene here.

A few minutes later, a burger with a serving of french fries was served before me.

I gave him a nod and eagerly began to devour the food.

I overheard the bar keeper say to Wolverine, "Here are your winnings, Logan. Good job."

I smirked as I used a napkin to hide it and to wipe my face.

The man with a broken hand growled at Logan and said, "You owe me! No normal man can take a beating like that and not have a scratch on him!"

I snorted loudly and then laughed, "So let's get this straight…" I chuckled and said, "You want Logan to pay you for beating your ass down?" I laughed again, knowing I could provoke him.

A few nervous chuckles filled the tavern.

The big man grew furious and marched up to me. I placed a hand on a chair beside me and smirked.

He shouted in my face, "Just who do you think you are?!"

I smirked and said, "Take a seat."

He growled and, grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and said, "Listen here, you little brat-"

I used my superior strength to bash his head with the wooden chair, knocking him down and dazing him.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Told you to take a seat."

I walked over to the short Canadian and said, "You fight well."

Logan smirked and then said, "You are not bad yourself."

I chuckled and nodded my head.

All of a sudden, the Force warned me of danger. I quickly turned around and kicked the man on the ground in his good hand, breaking it but also sending the 357-Magnum flying across the room.

The man shouted in pain and, pushed himself to his knees with his elbows and slowly climbed to his feet.

He snarled at me.

I placed a hand on the side of his head and said, "Sleep."

He promptly passed out cold.

I heard a shotgun pump, and then I slowly turned around.

The bar keep said coldly, "We don't serve your kind 'round here."

I slowly raised my hands in an attempt to de-escalate the tension, "Easy now, I do not want any problems."

He said, aiming it at my head, "Get out, now!"

I slowly nodded my head as I slowly backed up, my eyes never leaving the gunman's gun.

Before I left, I used the Force to pull the 357-Magnum to my hand. I quickly left before he could shoot me.

I stuffed my hands into my pocket and muttered, "Welp, now what?"

I heard a rough voice ask me, "Need a ride, kid?" I turned and saw Logan exiting the tavern.

I sighed and nodded my head once and then said, "Yeah, I have no where to go and no where to be."

Logan jerked his head in the direction of his vehicle and said, "Well, come on then, kid." He began to walk away from me.

I paused and then followed him to his truck.

Logan got into the driver's seat and started up the truck. I climbed into the passenger's seat and said to him, "Thank you, Logan."

He huffed and asked me, "Got a name, kid?"

I paused and then said, "Owen… just Owen."

Logan nodded his head as he drove down the road.

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