"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
A voice reached me through the dark.
Soft. Trembling.
I didn't know who it was. The sound drifted like smoke—close enough to touch, but gone before I could catch it.
Then came the cold.
My eyes snapped open. The first thing that hit me wasn't light. It was the smell.
Rotten garbage. Wet paper. Metal.
I wasn't lying on the ground. I was inside trash.
My body reacted before my mind did—rolling off the pile, dropping low, ready to fight. My muscles moved on instinct, the kind that had been beaten into me through years of training. But my legs gave out halfway through. I stumbled, caught myself against a wall, breath shaking.
Pain flared everywhere. My ribs screamed. My head spun.
"What… the hell?" I muttered.
The alley around me was narrow and dark, lit only by flickering lights from the street beyond. Shadows clung to the walls. Everything felt wrong.
I checked my body—torn clothes, no blood, just bruises and pain. I should've been dead.
Dead.
That thought hung in my head like a curse.
I pressed a hand to my temple. Memories flickered—too fast to grab. Faces. Voices. The sound of gunfire. And then—betrayal. That was the only thing that stuck. The moment someone I trusted pulled the trigger.
I remembered falling. The wind in my ears. Then nothing.
The Crazy thing is that In my memory this is not how I died, I'm very confused, how can I die in different ways, it's like I have 2 memories.
Anyways "I… died." The words felt heavy in my mouth. "So why the hell am I still breathing?"
A dry laugh escaped my throat, half-cough, half-hysterical. "Reincarnation? Is that even possible.
But here I was. Awake. Moving. Hurting.
Maybe I'd lost my mind. Maybe this was the afterlife. I didn't know.
I pushed off the wall, limping toward the faint light at the end of the alley. Every step sent a sharp pulse of pain through my legs. My whole body ached, my head pounding like someone had stuffed a hornet's nest inside.
When I reached the street, I froze.
Noise. Lights. People. Cars. Everything hit me at once like a wave of chaos. I had to blink just to keep up. The buildings towered high, screens flashing with faces and colors I didn't recognize.
It didn't look like my world. It didn't feel like my world.
And then I saw it.
A massive screen across the street lit up, displaying a face I knew—but couldn't place. The name underneath burned bright in bold letters:
TONY STARK – STARK INDUSTRIES BLA BLA BLA...
I stared at it, my mind blank.
Tony Stark.
That name… where had I heard it before?
I turned in a slow circle. Billboards everywhere. Posters. Logos. Faces of people I'd only ever seen on screens.
It hit me like a punch to the chest.
"No way…" I whispered. Then, louder, disbelief twisting into a laugh that didn't sound sane at all
"Oh, shit… I'm in Marvel!"