"You dumb peice of shit!" Yelled my Grey skinned Boss, who was currently beating the ever living shit out of me. Goon number one or Minion what ever people call men like me and the line of work we do. Ah what was I saying, Mhmm heads ringing nonstop Tombstone might actually take me out.
"You had one job Raid the warehouse and burn it to the ground!" Yeah that was the plan dickhead, everything was going smooth until The Rhino And abomination crashed through the walls and started slugging it out. I was the only one lucky enough to get out alive but now I wished I stayed, beats dying like this.
"Now I'm down ten men without nothing to show for it." I couldn't tell you when he stopped breaking my face, I was already long gone by then but with the sensation of being lifted off the ground and being thrown into a pile of garbage it's safe to say I lived to see another day.
With a groan I could briefly see the backs of my former coworkers leaving the alley, before letting myself fall into heaps of garbage. And again I was unemployed, gotta scratch off Tombstone off my work with list.
With another groan I weakly picked myself of the garbage and leaned against the alley wall, grabbing my phone from my pocket it was a miracle it wasn't broken, Cracked yes but usable.
Pressing on the camera icon I grimaced at what was left of my once handsome face, My nose was crooked to hell my jaw was dislocated. And the rest of my face was a bloodied mess. Well at least my edge up still crisp. My green eyes flashed to my buzzed head.
fuck tombstone.
Looking away from my phone a screen appeared right infront of me flickering into existence, With Three option highlighted at the top. [Status].[Shop].[Days Lived:40]My broken hand pressed shop where numerous of outrageous numbers stood next to things you could buy. Ignoring all of them I scrolled until spotting the item I wanted. Grumbling at The Cost of Ten Sp system points, The currency to this ridiculous overpriced system.
my eye saw how much sp I had. It was right on the money. Of course it was yesterday it was five now today it was ten, coincidence hell no.
"I fucking hate you tombstone." Pressing it, a small bright light illuminated infront of me slowing falling down in the palm of my hand. Leaving a small green bean in its place. The Senzu bean.The one and only. Now why was I a unemployed goon, that just got his ass kicked.suddenly able to magic things into existence. Well let me take you to the beginning, when that timer where it says 40 days lived was at 0 and my whole world Flushed down the toilet.
Okay first thing first my names Julius lane I never was a city guy, lived my whole life in my small town and I loved it. It was comfortable. On the other hand the city, in my opinion it was the complete opposite every where you went you were touching shoulder with somebody, and the traffic sucked. So when my younger sister called, who moved into a city at the first chance she can. Because she got arrested for fighting at a bar two hours away at 3 in the morning. I frustratedly got in my Jeep and drove Two hours to bail her out, before being stuck in traffic for another hour and then getting my tire poped in the middle of the road.
While I was on the verge of insanity cursing and kicking at my car, Poof. I suddenly found myself in the big apple New York City. Staring at Stark tower, with a floating screen only I can see.
Thats pretty much it now forty day later here I am, scraping by being forced to work as a lowly henchman since having an id from an alternate earth with the same America dosent seem to cut it. It's surprisingly was not hard to find a job in the dark side, pay was good if you don't count the 99% imprisonment rate and death rate.
I have worked with a couple crews for small time gigs, but the real heavy hitters that I've worked for had to be Doc ock and The big man Wilson Fisk. More so Fisk he always had work, and for a man in my situation that was all I could ask for.
Feeling amazing after swallowing the senzu bean, I looked towards my phone and my face was as good as new. Tucking my phone into my pocket I left the alley. New York will be New York Busy as usual.
And there goes spidey love that guy, not even fifteen minutes and already running into a supe. Walking past all the fanned out people, New York as I learned fast was a hot spot of Hero's it was like marvels own Gotham. Yet I never could understand how this place always ended up in situations where there was no hero's, it was ridiculous. This place was home to The Avengers, Fantastic 4, X-Men, Daredevil and a lot more don't remember which one but there was more I know it.
"Hey! Why I outta." Looking to my side as I passed, Stan Lee? Shaking an old news paper at me before he sat down on the bench he was at. With my eyes widened I couldn't believe it, it was Stan Lee how was he here! Did he get teleported here to.
"Stan Lee, did you get transported here to. Man I thought I was the only one, do you know anything at all what's going on?" Standing infront of him I asked him with genuine hope, only for him to look confused at me.
"Stan Lee? Son I don't got a clue on what the heck you're saying? Transporting what now?" What was going on, that man infront of him is 100% Stan Lee? Why is he acting like he don't got a clue on what am saying.
"But your Stan Lee." I said, only for him to shake his head.
"Son my name is Stanley Stanford The fifth, with an ley not a Lee. Are you alright sunny do you need a ambulance? I was a first aid responder back in my youth." The Stan Lee carbon copy kept talking, while I felt a sense of shock and defeat.