Ron never believed in fate. After losing his parents in a car accident at sixteen, he'd learned the world didn't care about dreams or fairness. His days were monotonous—wake up, slog through work, eat cheap ramen, sleep, repeat. The only escape was comics and superhero fantasies.
That changed the night he stepped outside his rundown apartment to buy instant noodles.
The last thing he remembered was bright headlights, a loud horn, and the crunch of metal and bone.
But instead of dying... he awoke floating in a void.
A celestial voice echoed in his mind, both ancient and boundless.
> "You have been chosen, Ron Thorne. Your soul is rare—a vessel of potential unchained. You shall inherit the Silver Power, born from the essence of gods and stars. You will walk as one who can grow beyond limits. No weakness. No kryptonite. No bounds."
Ron's body shimmered with silver energy. He felt it. The strength of a sun compressed in his fists. Then came a second surge—a flood of mystic knowledge pouring into him. Two glowing orbs spun before him: one pure white, the other abyssal black.
> "White Magic: The power of healing, creation, light, and truth."
"Dark Magic: The force of chaos, time, destruction, and shadows."
> "You shall wield both as one. A being of perfect balance."
And then—he fell.
Crashing into a snowy mountain in a remote region of Earth, he left a steaming crater behind. Yet not a bruise marred his body. He stood, silver aura wrapping him like a second skin. His breath, steady. His heartbeat, like a war drum.
> "I… survived? No. I'm reborn."
Testing his strength, he leapt. One jump, and he soared through the sky like a comet. His eyes zoomed across continents. His ears picked up radio signals, animal sounds, and even human conversations.
The world was unfamiliar. Skyscrapers didn't match any city he knew. Tech looked too primitive. But the energy signature he sensed… ancient, alien, powerful—was coming from the north.
A blue cube hidden in ice.
> "That… feels important."
Ron adjusted course and flew toward the signature.
Unaware, he had just entered the Marvel Cinematic Universe, years before the Avengers would assemble. And the world would never be the same again.
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