Wilson Fisk was not a man who liked being interrupted during dinner.

  But he knew well that his underlings wouldn't bother him during his sacred time if it weren't for something important.

  "This better be worth my time," Fisk said, without looking up from his pte.

  "Sir." The nameless lieutenant set a tablet on the table beside him. "We've been tracking a pattern. Seven incidents over the past month. Different boroughs, different crews, no connection between the targets that we can find."

  Fist listened to his grunt's words, then looked at the tablet.

  He pressed py.

  The footage was grainy, the angle poor. But he could make the scene out decently enough.

  "This was one of our Bronx warehouses." His goon mentioned as the beginning of the video pyed.

  A lone figure walked through the entrance gate to the warehouse lot.

  Four men were visible standing around the exterior, all armed, and all alert.

  One of the four men raised a hand, mouthing something inaudible.

  Then, all four men hit the floor simultaneously.

  Fisk's eyes widened.

  The figure didn't break stride.

  Fisk watched the video once more without speaking.

  "All seven like this?" He asked.

  "This is the first we have proper video evidence of, but the rest look to be the same. No shots fired, no injuries. The men wake up an hour ter with no memory of going down."

  Fisk set the tablet down and picked up his fork.

  He closed his eyes for a moment.

  "Keep watching him."

  —

  One month.

  In that one month, I had become something of a hero, well, at least I thought so.

  My routine consisted of the following:

  Wake up, eat, scope a target, take it out, come home, count cash, check FP, sleep, repeat.

  Not a particurly gmorous routine, but a routine nonetheless.

  In the past four weeks I had gone through eleven criminal operations across all of New York. Mostly nondescript Warehouses, a couple backroom gambling setups, and some other low level operations.

  None of them had put up a fight worth mentioning.

  The formu was simple. Scout the location, buy a new cheap disguise, walk in and bst them with restrained Haki for the FP, bst them with full force Haki to knock them out, then steal their shit and leave.

  Why would I buy a new disguise every time? Well, I didn't want to create a superhero/vilin identity just yet, especially one consisting of a shitty pstic mask.

  Whenever I made my proper debut, I'd do it in an epic way.

  Anyway, the process of taking out a criminal operation rarely took more than ten minutes.

  [Fear Point Bance: 4,840]

  Nearly five thousand points in a month.

  I sat on my couch - I had furniture now! And looked at the number with quiet satisfaction.

  I was closing in on the Sharingan, my first goal.

  I felt giddy thinking about it.

  Life had been going pretty good for the past month.

  I thought I had been a little too brazen, but nothing had really happened. No S.H.I.E.L.D, no Ancient One, no TVA, no people tailing me, nothing like that.

  "Well, I guess it's 2011 after all, fewer cameras around."

  I sat at my desk and turned on my computer.

  Yes, I also have a computer now. I've come a long way from bum status.

  I put on a video I had probably watched a dozen times already, but I couldn't help but feel chills every time I watched it.

  "I-ahm, I'm just not the hero type - clearly, with this undry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, rgely public-"

  A man in a military uniform leaned over to the other man, whispering something inaudible to the camera. The speaker looked at a piece of paper and began once more.

  "The truth is... I am Iron-Man."

  "Man, that's some serious aura."

  I closed the tab feeling satisfied, seeing the video for the dozenth time.

  There was something incredible knowing that I was really in the Marvel Universe. I mean, so far, I hadn't really met anyone notable other than Aunt May, so I hadn't really gotten the 'feel' of being in the world, even if I knew I was.

  As expected, Tony Stark appeared exactly the same as RDJ back on Earth. I already recognised Aunt May, but confirming a second time that everyone looked the same as they did in the movies was a good thing.

  Anyway, other than that, I had also done some research on the general timeline. Everything seemed to be the same, thankfully. There didn't seem to be any X-Men or any weird, crazy changes that would render my future knowledge useless.

  I also searched up Bruce Banner, who came up with a Wikipedia page of a man who looked the same as Mark Ruffalo. Of course, none of the information regarding the Hulk came up, probably all being cssified to high hell.

  You might be thinking I'm a retard for searching up all this stuff, but don't worry, I did all of it in public libraries, so those pesky S.H.I.E.L.D guys wouldn't know anything.

  Maybe I was a little bit paranoid, but I at least wanted to be strong enough to be immune to bullets before really putting myself out there.

  I had done plenty of research on Stark and the events of Iron Man 2. Everything had already been done and dusted a couple of months ago, so there wasn't exactly anything for me to do.

  Stark had fought Vanko and Hammer's drones with the help of Rhodey, and all that good stuff happened.

  So rather than Stark, I was interested in another of Marvel's core Avengers.

  A character whose movie events will happen very soon.

  Thor.