A/N: I want this novel to be a bit of a slow burn, so the mc won't be super op by age 5. He will get powers, but he'll have to be careful and clever about what he goes for.

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1995

New York City

Presbyterian Hospital

It was cold. Why am I cold? I tried to move around to see if I left the windows open again but found I couldn't move my body. What the hell?!

I tried to look around but my eyes weren't opening. Okay..what the fuck is happening?! Trying not to panic I felt something grasp my head and slowly start to pull back. I tried to free myself but my body seemed to not want to listen to me.

Before I could find another way to free myself, blinding light seeped threw my eyelids and I let out a manly scream... or at least I tried to but what came out was the soft cries of a baby.

"It's a boy! Emily, It's a boy!!"

A gruff deep voice shouted out around me as I felt something soft wrap around my body.

"Oh my god, he's so cute! He looks just like you Frank."

A softer voice called out this time, she sounded tired but happy. I wanted to see what these two were talking about and thankfully my body listened as my eyes slowly started to open.

It was bright. Fuck was it bright, but I pushed through the discomfort to see... TWO FUCKING GIANTS SMILING DOWN AT ME!!

"He has your eyes though darling." The man said.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?!!?

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1998

New York City, Lower East Side

Three Years Later

I'm so fucked. Not only was I somehow reborn as a baby but apparently I was also transported to the Marvel universe. The MCU to be exact, found that out the hard way when a green supersuit-wearing Brie Larson chased a shapeshifting alien onto our bus.

Things didn't go like the scene I saw on youtube tho (didn't actually watch the movie) because instead of just blending in, the Skrull started killing people indiscriminately.

I was lucky. 'Captain Marvel' apparently didn't want to watch a baby die and saved me but my parents weren't so lucky. I wanted to feel... I don't know, something when they died but I barely knew them and I had much bigger worries on my mind.

Lucky for me babies don't really have to fake being sad for their dead parents. Unlucky for me, I was an orphan in the marvel universe.

Authorities were placing me in a foster home, where I hoped to live out an unimportant life away from the aliens and space gods. My new foster dad, Anthony Masters, seemed like a good enough guy if not a little brash.

My view of him changed when I caught him donning battle gear and a skull mask one night when he thought I was sleeping. I just know whatever or whoever he really is was definitely going to get in the way of my chill peaceful new life.

Sadly today that wish truly died when I finally remembered where I heard my new name before. Brock Rumlow, A.k.A Crossbones. The fated minor villain and punching bag of Captain fucking America. So..yeah like I said, I'm so fucked.

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A/N: Soo what did you think? The MC is a casual view of the marvel movies and knows a little from other stuff like comics or cartoons but he isn't a walking wiki, so won't know more of the obscure stuff or characters.

Let me know if you like where the story is going and what I could improve. Thanks for reading my first fic!!