Chapter 13 : A World in Between - New Life, Familiar Faces
The pieces were finally starting to fit together.
After hours of cross-checking news archives, online databases, and fragments of his new memories, Alex had a clearer view of the world he'd landed in — and it wasn't a one-to-one copy of anything he remembered. It was the beginning of the superhero era, a point where everything was about to ignite.
Tony Stark had already revealed himself as Iron Man. The Fantastic Four were on the verge of their debut. Mutants existed — publicly, divisively — but the X-Men remained ghosts in the background.
This world wasn't just the MCU. It wasn't the comics either. It was something in between — a fusion of both, where timelines blurred and details overlapped. A world familiar enough to recognize… but different enough to be dangerous.
Now that he understood the stage, Alex turned his focus inward — to the life he was supposed to be living.
The more he thought about it, the more sense things made. His memories, which had once felt like scattered puzzle pieces, began to align with what he knew of this universe.
For one, the Peter Parker of this world was unmistakably the MCU version — the younger one, still in high school, juggling awkwardness and brilliance in equal measure. Alex had crossed paths with him a few times — mostly through his little sister, who happened to be in Peter's class. Their interactions had been brief but pleasant. He remembered Peter as polite, quiet, and surprisingly insightful for his age — just another smart kid in Queens… for now.
As for himself, Alex Orzat was officially an engineering student at ESU — Empire State University. His specialization: computer engineering, which now felt almost poetic given the abilities he'd just assimilated.
His girlfriend, Gwen Stacy, was a biochemistry major — bright, driven, and currently interning at Oscorp under Dr. Curt Connors. That detail alone sent a ripple of unease down his spine. In any version of Marvel he knew, Connors plus Oscorp rarely equaled "safe."
His gaze drifted toward the poster on his wall — a band lineup of four girls in ripped jeans and smudged eyeliner.
The Mary Janes.
He'd always thought it was just a random indie poster, something his past self liked the look of. But now, it clicked. Gwen's band. Her other life outside of labs and lectures. The fact that it was hanging in his room said a lot about the kind of relationship they had — close, supportive… maybe even serious.
All of it painted a clearer picture of who "Alex Orzat" was supposed to be in this world.
A student. A boyfriend. A brother. A man with a normal, grounded life — dropped right into the opening act of a universe about to lose its sense of normal forever.
Alex leaned back in his chair, letting his gaze wander over the familiar corners of his apartment. Memories weren't just fragments of past events anymore — they were pieces of a life he could almost touch. A life that, somehow, felt like it had been waiting for him all along.
His thoughts drifted to his mother, Rosalie Orzat. Warm, tireless, endlessly patient. She had always been there, silently making sure everything ran smoothly, always putting her children first. Even with everything he had experienced in this new multiverse, he couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude. A mother like hers didn't just exist in stories — she existed here, in his life. She would do anything for the happiness of her kids, bending over backward without ever asking for recognition.
And then there was the way she looked. A stunning woman in her early forties, brunette with captivating charm, her curves alluring yet refined, exuding confidence and femininity. Her mesmerizing eyes and full, expressive lips naturally drew attention, and her long, silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Every movement was fluid, graceful, radiating an effortless sensuality. In a simple way to say it, she is a sexy milf with generous breasts and a magnificent ass. I knew it was strange — she was my mother in this life — but I couldn't deny that she was incredibly sexy, magnetic in a way that made me momentarily forget the boundaries of our relationship.
Then there was Wendy, my little sister. From the perspective of my new life, and with a bit of hindsight, she was a total bro-con — endlessly teasing, clever, and always somehow in the middle of my business. But she was more than that. A strikingly charismatic high school student in her late teens, brunette with soft, symmetrical features mirroring Mom's beauty. Her large, expressive eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief, framed by naturally long lashes. She had a radiant, youthful complexion and full, gently curved lips that often broke into an infectious smile. Her glossy hair cascaded in waves, catching the light as she moved with effortless energy. Her slender, athletic figure was accentuated by casual but carefully chosen outfits, blending playful style with subtle sophistication beyond her years. She carried herself with confidence and lighthearted charm, a natural allure that drew attention without trying — a perfect mix of youthful vitality and emerging grace.
Alex smiled faintly, shaking his head. This family, this life, was grounding. Even with a Gacha system bending his destiny and powers he was only beginning to understand, there was a sense of home here. A touchstone to remind him that no matter how chaotic the multiverse became, there was a version of him that still belonged somewhere.
And as much as he loved the stability, he couldn't ignore the possibilities that lay ahead. Powers, strategies, influence — they weren't just tools. They were keys to navigating this world. But understanding it, understanding his life, meant first appreciating the people who already mattered.
I shook my head slightly, letting the images and sensations of my family and new life fade for a moment. The flood of thoughts, the powers, the Conquest Gacha… it was all starting to weigh on my mind. It was time for a break, to recenter myself. I stood up and headed to the bathroom. A hot shower would let me clear my head, letting the water wash away some of the chaos I'd just stepped into. And once I was refreshed, I could finally start thinking seriously about a plan of action.