Chapter 1

So, this story is more or less a redo from my story the Saints of Marvel and there forward unimaginatively name Saints of Marvel two. Dropping the gamer powers from the first story and moved it over to Avengers x Xover hoping for a better hit. We will see how things go.

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Have you ever wanted to be a superhero? What am I saying of course you have, we all have after all at one point or other wanted to be one. To be the good guy to do the right thing and most importantly get the girl. It the stuff of dreams, a desire to be something more then who you are. Despite what Mr. Rogers said and the respect I had for the man not all of us are special. Oh, sure there is something unique about us all but that doesn't make you special. Just different and most likely average at best. Hell, even those with talent are separated into those with average talent and those with one-of-a-kind talent. Case in point the NFL and everyone who has ever been on a pro team.

Every single one of those players were at some point the best or 2nd best player on their high school or college team. But once they make it to the NFL the cold reality is only a few of them are Tom Brady, Jerry Rice, Lawrence Taylor and so on and so forward. Most won't be remembered, and most won't play for more than a couple of seasons. Now there is nothing wrong with that hell its even wonderful that they got that far but they were still just average next to the Titans of football.

In my case I was even less than average. Looks, personally, talent I had none of that and went through my first life as little more then what many would call a loser. Tried to be good, often failed, never accomplished anything of note and never got the girl. Still, it was a good life regardless, as I had a family that loved me, siblings I was mostly on good terms with and got the chance to be a hero even if I wasn't going to live to bask in the glory of being one.

As I looked at that car coming towards me at high speed and the kid, I pushed out of the way I smiled. Briefly wondering what the kid would grow up to be in the future. Ha maybe I have just saved the Messiah of the human race or maybe cold-blooded serial killer. Whoever he ended up being it was a good life, and the life of a child was always worth more than that of an adult.

CRASH

-Elsewhere-

My eyes snaped open, I took a deep panic breath. I choke on it grabbing my throat twisting on my side and fell out of a bed. Crawling to my knees I keep breathing trying desperately to fight back the panic I was feeling. A wave of unbelievable pain washes over me. The type of pain that hurts so much you can't scream, your body goes cold, and you feel likely you're going vomit. Then fear, a type of fear I have never known, never felt. Tears come to my eyes and fall down my cheek. Yet I smile like I am happy, feeling happy before I black out.

I come to sometime later. How much later I am unsure as my eyes open up slowly. The first thing that passes through my mind is that I am thirsty. Feeling completely dehydrated I crawl to my feet and slowly walk towards the kitchen. Not noticing that I am doing it on autopilot more or less. I turn on the water tap and put my mouth under the running water drinking greedily. Sucking in huge amounts of water and swallowing without thought till I no longer feel dehydrated then. When I turn off the tap I stand up and look around.

"What the fuck. This isn't my apartment." I say aloud as I survey the small one room apartment. An apartment that was frankly a shit hole. Faded paint, water stains coving the wall, a broken window with plastic over it and a fucking cockroach in the corner.

Bringing my hand up to my face to rub my head it takes me a moment to realize something was wrong. These where not my hands, as for real I had sausage fingers from a life of bad eating. These where small skinny even. Spotting a mirror over in the corner that was facing away from me I walk over to, and it look at the person in it. Needless to say, it wasn't me I was seeing in the mirror. No who I saw was a young Hispanic man of about 16, maybe 17 years of age. Around 6 feet tall maybe 5'9 hard as it was hard to tell. A somewhat handsome face, but not what anyone would call extremely good looking. Not that I had a lot of time to think that over as no sooner do I take in the appearance of the person in the mirror then I am hit again by an extraordinary amount of pain.

Grabbing my head, I feel like my brain is on fire or at the least having spikes shoved inside it. Again, I fall to the ground but this time I do scream and scream loud as images flash by in my head. Images of my life flash by in the blink of an eye then memories of a life that was not my own. Then nothing just white, a white room and nothing in it. That is until a shadow falls over me and I look back to see a gate and a tiny being standing in front of it with a smile on its face.

I only had a few moments in which I could say one thing, "Oh shit." Before the Gate opens and a bunch of tentacles fly out grabbing on to me and pulls me into the gate.

When I awaken again, I find myself in a puddle of my own vomit this time. Unable or perhaps willing to stand as I was too busy trying to think about what had just happened. Eventually I roll on to my back and just look at the roof. Acceptance of what has happened comes slowly and mostly I try and deny what has happened. But I was never the type to deny what was right in front of me. Well in this case inside my head.

What I saw was the Gate, the one from Fullmetal Alchemist and that thing was God or at the very least a link to a collective unconsciousness with similar powers. That however only gave me a part of the answer I was searching for. I was never the most intelligent of people in fact academically I was an idiot. The fool who knew he was a fool, hell looking back at some of my life choices proved that. But I digress, I clearly died saving a child's life and have woken up in what is highly likely a different world. A world where the Gate of Truth existed.

"Son of a bitch." I cry out and stand up quickly looking in the mirror checking over my new self over for anything that was missing. After all, when Ed saw the Truth, he lost an arm and leg and well the less said about Al the better. Just thinking of what happened to him gave me the creeps.

Seeing that nothing was missing as far as I could tell I breathed a sigh of relief but just to make sure I grab my cock and ball. Good they were there I thought to myself but didn't some women in Fullmetal lose her ability to have kids. Don't remember what her name was, just that she was the brother's teacher and lost an organ or something. I didn't feel anything wrong but fuck how would I know till I needed said organ.

"Fuck, alright calm the fuck down." I say to myself.

Panicking over something I cannot see or even know about was pointless. There were other things to worry about right now. I died, I got sent to a new universe I am assuming, and I am in a body that was not my own. 'I better sit down,' I thought to myself and go take a seat at a table. Then start to breathe deeply counting to ten and all that bullshit. It wasn't working to well but whatever I needed to calm the fuck down.

Okay what was it they said you did when you found yourself in an unexpected situation? Take stock of the situation and make short term goals on how to deal with the situation. So, my first goal was to find out who I was. An easy task as while yes, I was clearly in someone else's body, I had the memories from the previous host. Whose name was Emilio Escobar, age 16, parents unknown, family unknown and a junkie. That actually explains a lot on how I am currently here. Clearly the moron killed himself on what was clearly cocaine on the table. Fuck don't tell me I am God damn junkie as well now. Well, I didn't feel the need to snort that stuff right now so that was a good sign.

But just to be safe I stand up and clean it up before washing it down the drain. While I did this a part of me was that I really should sell the stuff then wash it down a fucking drain, but hell if I knew how to. I never did drugs in my old life nor sold them and wasn't about to try. Nope that was bad for my health in a multitude of ways, and I wanted to live for a while. Even if it was in someone else's body in an unknown place.

Now with that goal reached I go over what I or Emilio knew. You know what fuck it I will just start thinking of myself as Emilio. It wouldn't help me to think of myself as two different people. The original Emilio was dead, and I was the new one. Best to just accept that and move on. So, from what I knew I was a loser, a junkie, and a loner. No friends to speak of, no close associates, nobody, just a few connections with the darker side of society. Primarily his drug supplier and a pawn shop owner who bought and sold stolen goods at a decent rate no questions asked.

That was good, the pawn shop owner, that is not the dealer. Best to break off connections with him now rather than later. The pawn shop owner I could use because this shit hole apartment and the few bucks in my pocket where all I had. Let's forget that I shouldn't even be allowed to live on my own at 16 and was illegally renting the place from a shady landlord. So, moving on where the fuck was I currently.

The answer was Coney Island in Brooklyn New York and not a very nice part of Coney Island. That wasn't so bad however as I was at least not in the Fullmetal Alchemist universe. Last thing I needed was to deal with a fascist military style government at least in my opinion. No better the fucked up corrupt politics of the good old USA. I will take that any day of the week over the first. Or I would if it wasn't for the newspaper in the corner of the room.

"Oh, no no no no." I keep saying as I pick up the new paper and read April 6th, 2004, and the headlines Tony Stark found in movie starlet's bed.

Again, trying to calm down I took in what this meant. I was in the MCU or a version of the MCU because the picture looked a lot like fucking Robert Downey Jr. Needless to say it wasn't working and I stood up quickly and slammed my fist into the table as panic set in. Only instead of my fist hurting from hitting the table as hard as I could, it goes straight through it. Breaking it in half with the impact of my fist and moving me from a panic attack state to one of stunned wonder.

"Okay that was unexpected." I say and bring up my fist up to my face. Looking it over for any buries and finding none. Not even a bit of redness from the point of impact.

Now I was no genius but that wasn't supposed to happen. At least as far as my memories went it wasn't. Taking a moment, I think it over and come to one conclusion the Truth. In Fullmetal Alchemist the people of that world were more than human. At least by the standards of my old world and while not like Captain America level they did feats of strength that here beyond the norm. Sitting back down for a moment I look inside my mind, and there it was, alchemy. I had the knowledge on now to perform alchemy or at least the theories that made it possible.

Looking at the broken table I stand up and clap my hands together like I had seen Ed do in the manga and anime show. Then press my hands to the floor in front of the table and watch as it grows with a strange type of electrical energy. Then I watch as the table turns to dust right before my eyes.

With wide eyes I say, "Alright that was not supposed to happen."

Is what I say as I was trying to fix the table but instead, I turned it to dust. Feeling a bit stupid now I think to myself of course my first attempt at alchemy was a completely failed. Just because you know how to do something doesn't mean you could. A simple example is the shooting of a basketball. Just because you know how doesn't mean you could get the ball in the basket. In my case just because I knew how to do alchemy didn't mean I could. Well not yet anyways but this was a good way to get my mind off of everything that was currently happening.

So that is what I did for the next, 6 to 7 hours. Practicing alchemy with little success in order to avoid my problems. Unhealthy and ill-advised I know, but it did a great job and let me take my mind off of things for just a bit as it was truly fascinating. More so than the manga or TV Show could ever have showed you. As with each failure I learned something new about it. Well on how to perform it anyways as I already had the knowledge in my head and could look up anything I needed like an encyclopedia.

Hell, I not only knew how to create a philosopher's stone now but could do it without the high cost of human life. Not that I would as I quickly tossed that into the realm of God file and a place I didn't wish to go. So, I locked it away in a corner of my mind along with things like Human Transmutation, Human Soul Binding, and Human Chimera Alchemy. The knowledge was there on how to do each of them safely and correctly, but I would be a fool to even try. I was no genius like Ed and as I said that was the realm of God even if just the fringe of it, so it was best to stay clear.

With that said, learning the basics was pretty easy as really an alchemist was only limited by his or her own imagination and the law of Equivalent Exchange. So long as you gave something of equal value anything was possible or well close to possible. The Law of Conservation of Mass and The Law of Natural Providence were there if only a bit looser with their interpretations for me. Not that it mattered that much as like I said I was no genius. Over 7 hours of practice and I was only able to repair a broken toaster. Real impressive right?

I also learned something else: performing alchemy was tiring and I mean like extremely tiring. In those seven hours I had only actually performed it perhaps two or three dozen times before having to stop. Now I understood why I could break that table in half with just my fist. It was required for me to be in great shape, or I never was able to do it even once. Most likely another gift from the being that brought me here so I would be able to do what it had gifted me.

Getting up and going to the bed I laid down and looked up at the ceiling thinking. Thinking I needed to stop being a little bitch and avoiding my overall problem. Granted it hadn't even been a day, but I was here now and that was it. There was no one to talk to about this, well unless I wished to be up in an insane asylum which I didn't. So, I had to accept I was here in the MCU, maybe I have yet to verify that, but no matter, I was not in my old world anymore. I was in another body in a different and yet unspecified universe. I knew alchemy or had the knowledge on how to perform it. What was next, was the real question.

Well, the next question was whether or not I could accept that. If not, it would be best, I find a rope or something and end it now. If I could then find something to do that would see me live for at least a while. But what was I to do? My options were not very great as far as I could see. I was a no one with no education as far as anyone knew and no identification other than whatever records the state would have on my birth and possible criminal records. I could always go find Shield or do something to get on their radar and wait for them to come to me. But that was a horrible ideal if you ask me. No, I don't think I want Fury knowing about me just yet. Because if he knew about me then most likely Hydra would as well. Best to stay clear as much as I could at least till I up my game on alchemy.

Yet if not Shield what did that leave him? I would think more on it in the morning. For now, I will just sleep.

-The Next Morning -

I wake up with a start the next morning, again breathing heavily gasping for breath just like yesterday when I first woke up. But unlike yesterday I calmed down when I realized I was indeed alive. Sitting up in the bed I put my head in my hands as I calm down. I didn't dream, at least I didn't think I did but whatever I just died. Most likely it was PTSD of some type. I would deal with it, I thought to myself as I got up and looked around the now half destroyed apartment due to my experiments yesterday.

"I really need to get out of this shit hole." I say to myself as I stand and walk over to fridge that I was smart enough not to destroy yesterday.

Opening it up I find it empty and think of course its empty. Fucking junkie most likely spent most of his money of drugs then food. On an up note I wasn't feeling any so called need to take any drugs. Must mean that God brought me back clean which was nice as I had a very slight addiction to painkillers back in my old life after an accident. Getting off that was hard enough I didn't want to know what a full-on junkie felt when they tried to kick their habits. Especially to some of the most addicting drugs on the streets.

'Well looks like I am going out to eat today.' I thought to myself but there was a small problem as I had like 5 dollars on me. The closest place to eat was several blocks away and cost five with tax and from my memories I had dined and dashed there a time or two before. So, they knew me and wouldn't give me a break even if I am no longer the me, I was.

Spotting the toaster on the floor I think to myself matters well sell it. Should get a few dollars for it at least a Sam's Pawn Shop. Going over and grabbing it I head out my door and onto the streets. Now I don't know much about New York, having never been there in my previous life, but I am pretty sure Coney Island didn't look like this during the latter half of the 2000's. Could be wrong as I said I never been there but, in a word, it was a shithole. Even with it being early morning I could already see that this was the type of neighborhood you tried to stay away from if you could. Trash littered the streets, drunks or just homeless people slept on it and everywhere I looked I could see somebody doing something illegal.

Fuck I better keep my head down I think as I make my way down the street and few blocks over towards Sam's. Searching my memories, I bring up everything I know about Sam which was surprisingly a lot. In a world the man known as Sam was a shit stain in human form, and this was coming from someone who was a drug addict and overall asshole. He was the type of motherfucker who would sell a gun to a kid he knew would shoot up his school so long as he got paid. Calling it the kid's right to bear arms while counting blood-soaked dollars. A real piece of work this fucker but he served a purpose for this neighborhood. As he would also buy anything from anyone which helped a lot of low-end people who couldn't pay rent.

Pretty sure he was in the drug trade too, but the me from before was smart enough to not ask. As that could get you killed. Not that it helped the previous me from before anyways as he died. Still when I entered his shop, he greeted me with his typical smirk.

"Well, well if it isn't my favorite River Nigger junkie. Where the fuck you been?" He asks in his common racist way.

"Busy," I answer simply knowing from my memories that I wasn't much for small talk which worked out fine for me as I had nothing to say to this piece of shit.

"Ya, I bet you fucking junkie. From what I heard you got your hands on some coke from Richie. Was sure the next time I saw you it be in the obituary's." He says to me,

"Thanks, I guess you fat fuck. Anyways I am here to sell this." I say and put the toaster on the counter.

Laughing at hearing this Sam just says, "What need more money for your drugs already? Have to say you work fast, kid."

He then picks up the toaster and smiles, "This looks new. Who'd you steal this from?"

Looking at him with an uncaring look I ask, "Does it matter?"

"Maybe?" He says taking a look at it and then follows up by saying, "I give you 10 bucks for its kid."

"It's worth at least 20." I say back quickly.

"Don't matter what it's worth shitstain. It's about what I am willing to pay for it and unless your dumb ass knowns someone else buying stolen good I suggest you take it." Sam barks and takes out ten dollars and holds it out like he would when giving a dog a treat.

"Fine." I say and snatch the bill out of his hand. Pretending that I was angry like I normally would. Even though I was far from it unlike the me before I knew what to expect.

About 30 minutes later I found myself in perhaps the only dinner on Coney Island that I hadn't dined and dashed on. Meaning it was the only one that would serve me. Not that I couldn't blame the others as like I said the me from before was an asshole. Taking advantage of other people's generosity more times than I could perhaps count. Still, I wish this place had better food, but beggars couldn't be choosers and all that shit.

As I sat and ate, I thought over my prospects again and they still didn't look too good. Work was unavailable to a 16-year-old kid like me and while selling shit to Sam was an option it wasn't a road; I was willing to go down. I was pretty sure with my alchemy I could repair more or less anything that was on the small size. Making it as good as new but let's face it Sam wouldn't give me a good deal and sooner or later someone would ask where I was getting the stuff. Questions I wouldn't be able to answer and would lead to trouble I could do without.

I was clearly stronger than most likely your average person but even, so I didn't wish to test that out. Hell fucking Kingpin was at the peak of human strength and the comics played very loose with things like that. I can clearly remember the Ultimate Universe one who overpowered Spiderman in one comic. So ya not going to go out of my way to pick fights with people. At least not till I was at a comfortable place with my alchemy. One wrong move could put me on the radar so to speak and depending on who was looking that could end badly.

Still a part of me wanted to do something good with my power but how would I go about that. I really didn't wish to put on a mask and go out to fight crime as I didn't feel it really fixed anything. Don't get me wrong I love Spiderman and what he does but really, he only ever puts a Band-Aid over a gaping wound. But then again, it's like one of my favorite TV show characters, Monk once said I can't fix the world, but I can fix pieces of it. The question was now to do that especially in a universe with superheroes and villains.

-Later that Night-

I just want to go on the record that what I am about to do was wrong on so many levels. I mean really after I spent the whole day thinking about it, I realized that I was too much of a pessimist to be Spiderman, or Iron Man, or really any of those heroes. Like I said I don't think they ever really fixed anything, but with that said going all Punisher on bad guys was stupid. Don't get me wrong I believed Frank was more on the nose on how to solve crime then all the goodie goodies. Yet even what he did was temporary at best as there would always be someone willing to take a villain's place.

So, if I was asked why I was currently drawing a Transmutation Circle on the side of a building my answer would be fairly simple. I needed funds, for what I am not sure yet or at least tell myself I am not sure of what I was going to do. Honestly, I knew what I most likely was going to do, and it would without a doubt put me on a lot of good peoples shit lists. But well life is what it's going to be, and all that jazz know what I mean? Plus, I had to start my war on crime somewhere why not a fat white racist.

Fun fact: did you know that it is fairly easy to put a timer on a Transmutation Circle. Unlike the other formulas that were way beyond my ability to understand it was easy. Add a few numbers here and there on the circle and bam you got yourself a timer. The show never showed anything like that, at least as far as I could remember. So, I was worried as my ability with alchemy after a day was next to nonexistent. That said that didn't make it useless by any means after all I still had the rebound effect. Which depending on what you were trying to do typically had either the opposite effect as attached or exploded. Which suited my needs just fine as I just needed to get inside the pawn shop.

Stepping back from the Transmutation Circle after giving it the power needed to activate it, I smile and watch it first glow blue with power then start to become unstable. Then exploded inwards with enough power to shake the ground around me. As I see it happen a thought comes to my mind. Maybe that psychotic freak from the Naruto franchise had a point. Art really was an explosion or at least in the case of helping me rip off a racist fuck it was.

Waking inside the shop after the wall blew up, I saw that small fires had already started in parts of the shop. So, I had little time as I quickly moved over to the back of the shop and used my new physical strength to kick the office door open where Sam kept his best shit. Unworried about cameras as I already knew Sam kept no type of security in his shop except for the camera out front. He did way too many illegal things to risk keeping any type of record. Plus, he worked closely with the local gangs, so no one hit his place unless they were looking for trouble. Which I wasn't, but the place was already going up in flames and there would be no way to prove I was here, so I wasn't worried.

Quickly finding the safe I clapped my hands together and placed them over safe and watched again as the rebound happened. Only this time instead of an explosion it warped the safe to the point of it splitting in half revealing the contents inside. A few stacks of cash all in 100-dollar bills and some gold that I could sell to other shops down the line. Looking up and giving a slight thank you to the One Above All I take the stuff and high tail it out of there. Leaving the building to burn down as I walk down the dark alley and head back to my crap hole of an apartment.

As I did, I thought about what I had just done. While mostly for my own selfish reasons Sam would still be out of business for at least a while. No way a scumbag like that had anywhere close to everything he owned in that building, but it would set him back a bit. Which while not necessarily good for the neighborhood, put a stop to at least one criminal's activities for a while. Not much but at least it was a start.