Chapter 319 - My SI Stash #19 - Earths Mightiest Hero by Noodle Espionage (MCU) (1/2)

-A pretty chill SI MCU fic with the pacing not being too slow nor too fast. Also the author seems to be inspired by The Spider & A Twelve Step Program to Omnipotence so it's definitely going for that yoink the superhero's powers route~

Synopsis: Jordan, your friendly neighborhood comic book fan wakes up in the Marvel Universe before the events of Iron Man. Join him as he embraces his new life and struggles to obtain power so that one day he might stand at the forefront of Earth, defending the planet from dangers only he knows are out there. (Self Insert)

Rated: T

Words: 31K

Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/13612640/4/Earth-s-Mightiest-Hero (Noodle Espionage)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

My eyes blurrily opened. Ah f_u_c_k, I g_r_o_a_n_e_d. I had a splitting headache as I gradually came to, the lights above me glared down. What the hell? I tried to raise my hand to block the light, but it felt so heavy, I struggled to lift it to bear, instead it just flopped back down beside me.

”Jordan! You're awake, my beautiful boy”, I heard sobbing as warmth engulfed my hand.

”What's going on?”, I g_r_o_a_n_e_d. ”Where am I?”

”Shh shh, mum is here, you just relax, I'll shout for a nurse, you just rest, you hear me?”

With that, my mind once more lost clarity.

It could have been a few seconds or several hours before I came to again,

”He'll be alright ma'am, he's young and strong, responding well to-”, the nurse was cut off by the woman who had been holding my hand earlier.

”Jordan! He's awake, he's awake!”

I felt better this time around, I was able to fully open my eyes to be greeted by a middle-aged woman, she was Caucasian, petite figure with brown hair, but more immediately noticeable was the tears streaming down her face. Just as I was about to speak, the door opened to an African American man in an NYPC uniform. He'd been holding two coffees but upon seeing me, he dropped them without a care in the world before rushing at me.

'Wait, stop! I haven't done anything wrong officer!' I wanted to shout in alarm before I was swept into his bear like arms. He held me tightly, and after a moment I realised he was openly sobbing. I was lost for words, so I just hugged him back, not sure what do to with myself.

He must have felt my response because his hug grew tighter before he parted, wiping his eyes on his sleeve,

”I can't believe you're awake, son.” He beamed at me. I felt moved, this stranger- wait no. He wasn't a stranger. Memories were coming to me. Gradually these thoughts pieced themselves together. His name was Sterling Davis and he was my father. Images, feelings and various emotions flowed through me as I looked at him - memories. Unfamiliar, yet, they now felt like they were my own. Eventually I just looked him in the eyes and said,

”Dad”. He grinned. Truly smiled with so much happiness I was taken aback. I may have been clueless as to where I was and what was happening, but I knew this man's love and the woman who'd come to crouch by his side, my… mum's love was real, and for now, in that moment, that was enough.

Two days later

I'd been discharged from hospital that morning. I'd claimed memory loss at most of the doctor's questions, which wasn't wrong I supposed. However, when I'd sat there in my hospital room, sifting through 'my' memories as much as possible, I'd slowly been able to answer more of the doctor's questions such as who I was, my address and phone number. With that, he was convinced all my memories would come back with time and all I need was a relaxed recovery period.

It'd been a strange couple of days, coming to terms with the thought that I, Scott, was no longer in my own body. I was 28, single and worked in a tech store selling laptops, printers and TVs, you know, the usual shit. Now I was 15-year-old Jordan, son to loving parents and generally a good kid.

My time in the hospital, when Jordan's parents hadn't been all over me providing a distraction, was suffocating. Not literally mind you - but coming to the realisation I had been stripped of my former life, my identity and thrust into a new one was rough. I'd spent a lot of time wondering, hoping if when I awoke next, I'd wake up back as Scott.

Even though Jordan's memories were happy, those many would aspire to have, they weren't mine. I felt like an imposter every time his dad came to check up on me between work shifts, every time his mother came in with freshly baked goods just to see a smile on my face.

Two days sat in a hospital bed has eased the gut wrenching feeling of being somewhere new, and alone. It helped I was generally quite pragmatic, moping around wouldn't solve my situation. The question was, could anything?

To have suggested the idea of reincarnation to me before would have made me laughed. Yet here I was, not just somewhere else born anew, but living another's life. It wasn't quite reincarnation, but transmigration?

Did that mean I'd died as Scott? I'd raked my brain, but I had no recollection of my final memories before I woke up here - and I was positive I hadn't had any pre-existing health conditions.

It felt weird to think I was dependent on others again, to constantly be checked up on. I was used to chilling out with my friends. I hadn't loved my job, but I earned enough to support my hobbies, which were meeting my boys for drinks and getting high to discuss recent movies, comics and fit girls.

But Jordan was different, he ran track for his high school, actually studied before an exam and was friends with some popular kids at school. Perhaps more alien than being in a new body with a different height, weight, looks and haircut was walking in the shoes of that life.

Once I was back 'home' and finally alone after telling my parents I needed some time to rest, I opened 'Jordan's' laptop and typed in his password: S_e_xyLady123. One I'd have to change before I cringed myself to death.

Moving on swiftly, I had to confirm some odd things I'd seen in my memories. It was only a few moments later I was staring at the news articles on screen in disbelief.

”Holy shit”, I whispered to myself. As if waking up and finding myself in someone else's body wasn't enough, it also appeared I was in a completely different world, yet, a world I was all too familiar with. The icing on the cake was when I confirmed that the year was 2007 and that amongst the largest grossing companies in the world were Roxxon Industries; Stark Industries, Oscorp, Pymm technologies, the Baxter Foundation, Life Foundation and H.A.M.M.E.R.

”I'm in the Marvel f_u_c_k_i_n_g universe. What. The. F_u_c_k.”, I spoke aloud in disbelief. A few moments of silence went by before the largest shit eating grin spread across my face. If I was here, regardless of the how, it must be for a purpose right? I was already having fantastical thoughts, would I become a superhero? An Avenger? Or perhaps a member of the X-men?

I took a moment to think back on the memories belonging to this body, but I was drawing up blank. Jordan had been hit by a car on the way back from a friend's house around the corner, a classic hit and run. Except I'd hit my head badly on the fall, enough to put me in a three-week coma according to everyone around me.

A shit experience to be sure, but nothing that'd result in gaining superpowers. Could I be… Carman? Capable of moving cars? Or Tarmachead? Capable of freely controlling tarmac as if it were liquid? That'd be pretty lame.

I sighed and leaned back in the office chair, I guess if nothing obvious comes to mind I'll have to run some tests.

I breathed out in annoyance. I'd been staring at the pen on my desk for the last 20 minutes. Nothing, not even a shimmer. I scratched another line from my list. I'd tried super strength, telepathy, super speed, firing beams of energy from my eyes and forming blasts of energy from my hands. F_u_c_k, I'd even tried to fly. And now, telekinesis.

Nothing. What was the point? How cruel could anyone be to put me in a universe full of the most absurd powers and abilities where literally anything was possible, just to make them a spectator? No, I refuse to give up so soon. I'll come up with more ideas that I can attempt and start my trials again later.

”Jordan!”, I heard my name being called from downstairs. Sighing I tucked my chair back into its desk and headed downstairs. What met me was my mum, Christie, and my policeman dad, in civilian clothes stood next to two uniformed officers.

”Hey kid, since you've officially been discharged from the hospital, uncle Jefferson and his buddy want to ask you a few questions about the night you were hit, you ok with that?”, dad spoke, breaking the tension in the room.

”Jordan, you're looking better already”, the first cop said. He was a carbon copy of my dad, just a little taller with short, cropped hair rather than my dad's curlier, afro like hair.

It took me a moment, but I realised it then. The double take must have been visible on my face as he quickly said, ”If you're still not feeling well, we can come back tomorrow.”

Dad, Sterling, spoke up quickly, ”no. you know how it is, faster you know what to look for, easier it is to catch them”.

Jefferson Davis, who I'm still reeling about being my uncle snorts and retorts, ”Look, I know you're hurting, Sterling. So am I, kid's my nephew. But you know the reality of these situations, you've worked enough of them. It's been over three weeks; the case is cold.”

My dad stared at 'uncle' Jefferson with a cold glare that made him flinch backwards. Fortunately, my 'mum' intervened, pulling back my dad's arm. The other policeman chirped up to break the silence,

”ahem, Jordan Davis, do you remember anything at all the might help us find those who did this to you?”, I looked at him for a moment before realising he looked familiar… that was Denis Leary who acted in the Amazing Spider-Man 2. Which, if my guess is right, makes him George Stacy in this universe.

Mind overload. Kaboom. Not only is my uncle Miles Morales' father, but his partner is Gwen Stacy's father? Error 404: Brain not found.

Realising everyone in the room was watching my brain fart moment and waiting for me to say something, I garbled out, ”I…uh, It was red, four door Ford, at least two passengers, I turned and saw the car speeding towards me cause it was playing loud rap music that I could hear above the volume of my earphones.”

Sterling was giving him a, 'that's my boy', kind of look. Uncle Jefferson and Officer Stacey looked relieved that they were now able to leave the house with something.

George Stacy asked, ”anything else?”

”No, that's all I remember, sorry.”

”No need to be sorry, that's already a big help”, Uncle Jefferson smiled reassuringly at me before glancing over at my father. He continued, ”thanks for the help, kiddo, we'll take it from here”, they both smiled at me as they made their way over to the door.

They left, closing the door behind them for my new mum to turn to my new dad, hands on h_i_p_s, seething fury aimed towards him,

”What the hell was that?” she asked point blank, her face a mask of barely concealed rage.

Sterling went pale, turning to me. ”kid, could you give us a minute?”

I nodded, making a quick exit, making a large noise as I walked up the stairs, only to creep back down. Like hell I'd miss the chance to listen to this. I sent a silent prayer up that it wasn't a creaky staircase.

”I said, what the f_u_c_k was that, Sterling?”

I could practically hear my father squirm in discomfort.

”Look, Christie, you never know what little information might help in bringing them to justice-”

”I don't care, Sterling. Our son has been through a harrowing ordeal. He was hit by a car, a f_u_c_k_i_n_g car, Sterling. He hasn't even been out the hospital a day and you bring your boys in blue round to quiz him already! At least they had the decency to feel awkward standing in our home. They knew better, so should you!”

”Oh, and what did you expect me to do, Christie!” He shouted back. ”I'm a cop, serve and protect, that's what they taught us, and I couldn't even save my own boy!” He stifled his tears.

”I have been a cop for over a decade, always telling myself that what I do will one day save those I care and love for, making it all worth it! So how do you think I felt when I got the call about Jordan! They said he had died, Christie! Dead for over a minute before he inhaled a breath again! A miracle the doctors called him! I refuse to lose him, even if it makes him feel uncomfortable for a few minutes.”

I blanched. Pale in the face. So, this body had died, huh? Did that mean that the original Jordan had died in order for me to take it over? And all this shouting? I felt... moved. It was odd really. I'd had both my parents as Scott, but they were already divorced so they never fought like this over me, not directly anyways. I knew in the back of my mind it wasn't really me they were fighting over, but their Jordan. But for some indescribable feeling, I felt as though I owed it to the deceased Jordan to repay back their affection.

Needing a moment, I took a seat on the stair. For it to creak. Loudly.

”Jordan, come on down.” I heard my mother say. I'd been busted. F_u_c_k it, might as well just begin calling them mum and dad really, it's not as If I didn't personally know the distinction between them and my original parents.

I walked down the remaining stairs and turned into the living room where I saw a tearful mum and a frail looking father, quite a tough look for him, given his muscular, overbearing figure.

”How much of that did you hear?”, mum asked.

”All of it. But, as much as I appreciate you worrying over me, honestly, it hasn't mentally scarred me or anything, well, at least not yet.” I spoke as I looked both of them in the eyes. Dad looked visibly relieved whereas mum just curtly nodded.

A brief pause descended over the room before dad looked at me, ”Right, well, first night home. That calls for your favourite meal, right? Pizza from Rozzano's! Large Margaretta for Jordan and something with lots of veg for mum?” he looked over at his wife, a plead on his face, hoping that she wouldn't hold a grudge from the row earlier.

”Actually, dad, I'll have a double pepperoni, feeling something different, you know?”, I smiled back at him. I may be in a different body, but that sure as hell didn't mean my choice of pizza topping had changed.

We had a lovely night. The three of us on the sofa eating pizza and watching TV. I know it sounds silly to hear from someone in my position, but I hadn't had such moments in my own upbringing, so I genuinely appreciated it.

Citing my tiredness, I walked back up to my room. I had a dozen more potential superpowers to test out before I went to bed.

Chapter 2

”Jordan, get your a_s_s out of bed, we leave in 15!”, dad bellowed from downstairs.

Damnit, why hadn't they woken me before? What sort of cruel parent only wakes you up 15 minutes before you had to leave!

A week had gone by since I'd been out of hospital. Since then I'd scored over two hundred potential powers off my list, but I hadn't lost faith yet.

I had to go back to school today, a place called Norbrich High. From my memories, there was nothing particularly special to say about the place. Distinctly average really. Decent sport program, decent academic pass rate and even celebrated sending a kid off to an Ivy League school on scholarship every now and then.

Today was my first day back, and I sure as hell didn't plan to stay there long. I'd already checked, and Midtown High existed in this universe. I was no genius, but even I could take a guess that if anything 'special' would happen at a high school in New York, it would be that one. It was where Peter Parker and Harry Osborne studied after all.

So, I went to school, barely getting my a_s_s out the door before I got a scolding. Dad and I had a quiet car ride for very different reasons. Him, because he was absorbed thinking about his latest case as usual, and me, because I was attempting to make claws grow out of my feet with nothing but my mind.

Reaching school 20 minutes later I mentally sighed. I'd have to remember to score that one off the list when I got home.

I mumbled and bumbled my way through the day. What can I say? It was boring as f_u_c_k. I'd already been to school in my old life and I hadn't enjoyed it then. I stared out the window, I swung off the back of my chair, I stared at the clock on every wall of each class and counted down the time until I could go home.

Jordan's friends approached me of course. Decent bunch of kids to be fair. But that's what they were, kids. Their concern for me was endearing, but after that, conversation was back to the high school football team; Chad's house party coming up, who's dating who and whether Amy's t_i_t_s had grown recently.

Full disclosure, if there is anything to make you, as a former 28-year-old feel uncomfortable, it's discussing a 15-year olds b_r_e_a_s_t size with other 15-year olds.

With that, I began to formulate a plan. This simply couldn't continue.

It was a week of hellish, boring repetition of school before I finally approached my parents. I'd have waited a little longer, but I was getting the impression that my classmates and teachers had suspicions that I wasn't quite the same as I was before my 'accident'.

As for why my parents hadn't noticed my personality shift, or my rapidly increased maturity, who knows. Perhaps they were just too grateful to have me back and awake, or maybe they had noticed and just put it down to me having gown in maturity as a result of the ordeal.

Either way, it was time to move on and deal with this issue face to face.

”ahem, uh. There is something I'd like to ask”. I was nervous about raising this issue. I'd obviously been an independent a_d_u_l_t previously, making my own life decisions, albeit, often poor ones. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd had to ask permission to do something that would have such large impact on my life, so what if they said no?

Damn it, toughen up! 'You'll be a superhero one day', I said to myself, y'know when I actually discovered my powers��

In the passing week, I'd crossed out over 400 potential abilities and I was really scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Bubble creation, super metabolism, knowing whether I like the taste of a food solely by looking at it. All scored out. The only thing keeping me going at this point was that I knew for a fact I was in the marvel universe, a world of heroes! Well, none who were public at the moment, but Captain America and others were well doc_u_mented in this world!

”Jordan, what's up, son?”, Dad looked happy I was striking up a chat. He must have noticed I'd spent less time with him this week than I usually did, according to my memories.

”I was thinking…. And it was just a thought really…” I trailed off, not too sure how to raise the issue. Both parents were looking at me expectantly now. For f_u_c_k's sake, just spit it out!

”I'm looking for a change in my life. I know it sounds silly, I'm only 15, but with the car accident and the time in hospital, it's sort of put my life a bit more in perspective. I'd like to move school, to Midtown High preferably, and to take up something new as well, like Krav Maga.” I blurted it all out in one.

The shock on their faces was palpable. I made a mental note to add that to my list of powers to test, palpability of emotions.

”Uh, well, that's obviously a big move to make, it would bring a large change to this family”, mum carefully spoke. She obviously was attempting to tactfully respond, not dismissing my idea outright, but buying time to weight it up.

But I'd prepared for this moment. Watch, and be amazed for my finishing move! ”Actually, it wouldn't be a bother, the bus stop down the road goes straight to Midtown high. It'd take me a little longer to get there in the morning, but dad wouldn't need to drop me off, so it'd save you time”

Dad was quick on the uptake. I guess you could expect that from a cop, but he realised my answer seemed a little too rehearsed.

”You've thought about this quite a bit, huh?”. I gulped, caught in the act. But I was committed to this.

”yeah, ever since the hospital”, I replied. As a minor, I needed them on board for this, that meant honesty… or at least half truths.

”so why are you only coming to us with this now, sweetie?”, mum asked.

”I guess I just wanted to make sure this was what I actually wanted, rather than just an emotionally fuelled decision I'd regret.” I just sort of spurted it out as an off the cuff excuse, but it obviously achieved the d_e_s_i_r_ed effect.

Dad smiled, ”I'm proud of you. You've been through more than most your age and you're now looking ahead. You want to challenge yourself in a new environment. You've obviously thought about this, otherwise you wouldn't approach us like this, so It's a thumbs up from me”

Mum glared at him, the 'we should have discussed this privately first' look. But eventually rolled her eyes and relented when she saw the hope and conviction in my eyes.

”Fine, you can move school, if this is how you truly feel. But Krav Maga? Don't think I didn't notice you slipping that into the conversation Mr. Davis”. Mum watched me with a stern eye.

”aha, yeah. That's more of a why the hell not, sort of decision.” I tried to laugh it off to my parents. This decision hadn't been as clear cut as going to Midtown High. I knew if I were to look for a Colleen somewhere in Chinatown, I'd not only receive top notch combat training but have the possibility of meeting the Iron Fist somewhere down the line. But at what risk? If The Hand existed in this world, and I had no reason to believe otherwise, it would put me firmly on their radar and that was not an option for little old me. Not yet at least.

”mmm hmm mister. Alright, but you aren't giving up your track training, you're good at it, and if you could get even the smallest of scholarsh_i_p_s through it, it'd be a great help to your father and me” she finished.

”of course, mum” I smiled back at her.

”Now, is there anything else you want to throw at us whilst you have us on the backfoot?”, Mum jokingly asked me, a glint of amus_e_m_e_nt in her eyes. A glint which swiftly vanished after seeing me hesitate over my next words.

Dad was the one to fill the silence with a snigger and chortle, ”this will be good, I can feel it, go on Jordan, surprise us with another crazy life changing decision”, he prompted to mum's dismay.

”Well, you know that savings account you have in my name? That college fund?”

That stopped Dad's laughter as he adopted the same worried look as his wife.

I pressed on, ”Well, rather than let it just sit there for the next few years, I think it would be smart to invest it, see it grow in value.”

Dad raised his hand, indicating for me to stop. ”We are aware of how investment works, Jordan. But that's your college money. No money, no college, Jordan. I know you're a bright kid, but just as you could earn more from the fund, we could also lose it all and that's not an outcome we can afford.”

I looked down dejectedly, thinking that was the end of the conversation. Of course, it was a tall order to expect parents to be happy with a 15-year-old calling the shots with over ten thousand dollars. Surprisingly, it was mum who came to my aid.

”What were you thinking of Jordan? You must have an idea if you're coming to us about it.” She smiled in a motherly, supportive manor, one that showed interest in my thoughts and ideas without promising any commitment. I could work with that, a slow grin beginning to form across face.

”Well, have either of you heard of a recent creation called coin…”

Two weeks. That's how bloody long it took to get transferred to Midtown High. In that time, I'd said goodbye to my 'friends' at Norbrich, saying my parents just wanted me to move and I couldn't argue with them.

The investment conversation with my parents was, beyond all odds, successful. I showed them the e-currency, what it was and how it worked. I told them of my peers and how I believed such a use of technology was only bound to rise for both social and professional use. My parents took a few hours of conversation and convincing, but we got there in the end.