The secret lab hid behind a dusty Brooklyn antique store in the 1940s. Flickering lights cast shadows on concrete walls. Scientists in white coats rushed around, checking dials and wires. In the center stood two glass chambers, humming with power. Technicians fitted Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter inside. Steve, the skinny kid from Brooklyn, looked nervous but determined. Peggy, sharp and beautiful, gave a confident nod.
Nearby, a young man of 22 watched it all. He wore a black trenchcoat over tight black clothes that hugged his fit body. Dark sunglasses hid his sharp eyes. Dr. Abraham Erskine, the genius maker of the Super Soldier Serum, stood right beside him. The air smelled of chemicals and ozone—hope mixed with danger.
Finally, the man in the trenchcoat thought. 22 years since I traveled to the MCU. The real story begins now. He smirked, like he was talking straight to you, the reader, breaking the fourth wall. And now you must be wondering—how am I here? Let me introduce myself properly.I am Alex Reyes. In my previous life, I was an ordinary worker. Nothing special. I died from old age, old and tired. Then suddenly, I was reborn into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. How do I know it's the MCU and not some other universe? Simple—Howard Stark looks exactly like the movie actor. Same charming smirk, same slick hair. Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Dr. Erskine—all spot on from the films.
But that's not all. When I arrived, I awakened the Multiverse Template System. As a baby, crying in some orphanage, I activated it in my mind. Ding—first template unlocked: Albert Wesker. Yes, you guessed it, THE Albert Wesker, the cool antagonist from the Resident Evil series. After I integrated the template, I gained all his abilities. Superhuman strength, speed, regeneration, genius-level intellect, his red eyes under these shades, and that signature style.
From there, I began to soar. By age 17, I completed my studies at top speed. I earned degrees in science, bioengineering, chemistry, virology, physics, and cutting-edge technology. I trained as a military tactician, outsmarting generals in war games. Hell, I even created Umbrella Corporation. But not the evil one—no viruses or zombies here don't want to turn it into WHAT IF...Zombies. My Umbrella focuses on developing humans. In just three years, it grew massive, rivaling Stark Industries. Governments begged for my help.
I became close friends with Howard Stark—he loved my tech ideas—and Dr. Erskine, who saw me as a prodigy. And along the way, I claimed my first woman: Peggy Carter. Yes, you read that right—Peggy is mine, not Steve's. Knowing every Marvel event from the movies, I planned ahead. A harem? Why not? Peggy was target one. She fell hard for my charms... or rather my template abilities that i use on her, super senses, and that confident vibe along with something more. A few dates, some shared secrets, and she was hooked it was difficult but I did it finally.
Then with my contacts, investments, and brains, I convinced the military and Dr. Erskine to inject Peggy with the serum too. They disagreed at first—"One super soldier is risky enough!"—but my data, funding, and scientific research that i made to improve the super soldier serum it wore them down. Now, here we are. Both she and Steve Rogers ready to get the Super Soldier Serum.
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Dr. Erskine turned to him. "Alex, thanks to you and your intelligence, we've enhanced the serum. It's perfect now. Today, we witness the birth of a new race." He smiled warmly, eyes twinkling with excitement.
Alex smiled back, adjusting his sunglasses. But inside, he thought, Sorry, Dr. Erskine. For the story's continuity, you have to die today. Can't change canon too much—not yet.
His attention snapped to the center. Skinny Steve Rogers stood in one chamber, fists clenched. Beautiful Peggy Carter filled the other, her dark hair framing a fierce face. She caught Alex's eye, stared right through his shades, and smiled—a private, knowing smile just for him. The capsules hissed. Glass sealed shut.
The process began.Vita-Rays flooded the chambers, glowing blue-white. Needles injected the serum—blue liquid pulsing into veins. Steve and Peggy's bodies jerked. They screamed, raw and pained, as muscles tore and rebuilt.
Dr. Erskine paled. "Stop it! Shut it down!" Howard Stark hit buttons, frantic."Don't stop," Alex said calmly, voice cutting through the chaos. "Let the experiment continue."They both spun, stunned. "Are you mad?" Howard snapped.
But then Peggy's voice boomed from her chamber. "Don't stop! I can handle it!"Steve gritted through the pain. "Keep going—we got this!"Erskine hesitated, then nodded.
The rays intensified. Screams echoed longer, louder. Minutes stretched like hours. Sweat poured down faces outside the glass. Alex stood rock-steady, his senses tracking every heartbeat, every spike in energy.Finally, screams subsided. Energy transfer ended with a low hum. Capsules vented steam and slid open.
What appered in their views wasn't the skinny Steve anymore. Captain America emerged—muscular, tall, perfect. Sweat dripped from chiseled abs. He huffed and puffed, grabbing air.In the other capsule, Peggy rose. Taller now, at least six feet taller. Defined, toned muscles rippled under smooth skin. Her face sharper, more stunning—eyes fierce, body a weapon. Sweat glistened, making her glow. She was beautiful before; now she was a goddess.
Alex smiled gently, heart skipping despite his powers. He walked to her, pulling fresh clothes from his coat—a black tactical outfit, perfect fit. "Here, Peggy. Cover up."On the other side, techs helped Steve into a tight white shirt that strained over his new chest.Alex looked into her eyes. "So, how you feeling, Peggy?"She flexed a hand, marveling. "Great. Never felt such power. It's... amazing." Her voice husky, stronger.
Cheers erupted. Howard clapped Steve's back. Erskine beamed. Phillips grunted approval from the corner.Then—disaster. A huge explosion rocked the lab. Flames burst. Everyone fell—screams, smoke, chaos.Taking the chance, one attendant ripped off his disguise. Heinz Kruger, Schmidt's assassin. He drew a pistol, shot Erskine point-blank. The doctor crumpled, dead before he hit the floor. Kruger snatched the last serum vial and bolted for the exit.Alex wasn't stunned. He expected it—canon moment.
He, Peggy, and Steve scrambled to Erskine. Blood pooled. No pulse. Steve's eyes blazed. "I'll get him!" He sprinted after Kruger, new speed blurring.Peggy glanced at Alex. "I'm going too."He nodded silently. She dashed off, super legs carrying her fast.As she ran, Alex knelt by Erskine one last time. Really dead. Sorry, Doc.
Then he bolted after them, his speed making it easy.Out on the Brooklyn street, chaos reigned. Kruger ran fast, but super soldier Peggy and Steve cornered him. And punched him. He went down.They pinned him. "Talk—who sent you?" Steve demanded this time with help of Peggy Kruger don't get any chance of going to the submarine and instead was caught right outside the street.
Kruger smirked, bit down. Cyanide. Dead in seconds.Peggy and Steve stared, stunned. The crushed serum vial leaked blue into the road, soaking away. Alex walked up, calm. "What happened has happened. We can't do anything now." He scanned the loss, then guided them back. "Come on—checkups first."
Hours later, in a safer lab, tests ran. Needles poked, scans whirred. Alex stayed close, overseeing.Colonel Phillips stormed in, cigar lit. "Reyes! You know how Erskine made the formula. Can you make more?"Alex met his glare coolly. "I don't know the key formula for it. Without it, even I can't say when—or if—I can reverse-engineer the Super Soldier Serum."
Phillips squinted, suspicious. Liar or not? Truth was, Alex lied. He knew the recipe—Wesker smarts plus future knowledge. But no way. Making more would disrupt the story too much. Canon must flow.
Then Senator Brandt arrived, eyes on Steve only. Ignored Peggy completely. "Rogers! Tour the nation with the USO. Promote war bonds. You're the strong, ideal soldier—the symbol America needs." He waved papers.Steve paused, glanced at Peggy, then nodded. "If it helps the war... I accept."
Tests wrapped. Alex walked to Peggy, took her arm gently. Her new strength matched his. "Come with me—to Umbrella Corporation. We've got work to do."She smiled, squeezing his hand. They left together.
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Alex and Peggy stepped out of the black car into the heart of Umbrella Corporation. The massive building towered in 1940s New York, all steel and glass, lights buzzing even at night. Guards saluted as they passed. Alex's company—his empire—hummed with secret labs and workers pushing human limits.
They rode a private elevator straight to Alex's quarters. He had built this place himself: a huge suite for living, research, and everything in between. Walls lined with screens, workbenches full of glowing vials, and a king-size bed in the center. As the doors slid shut, Alex turned to Peggy."Get freshened up," he said, smirking. "We've got work to do."
Peggy caught that smirk. Her cheeks turned pink—she knew exactly what he meant. Their bond ran deep, fueled by his charm and her new super strength.
She slipped into the bathroom without a word, door clicking shut.
Alex walked to the bed and flopped down. The soft mattress sank under him. He took off his sunglasses, red eyes glowing faint in the dark. Time to check in."System," he called out loud. "Status."A blue screen flickered to life in front of him, holographic and sharp. Only he could see it.
[Name: Alex Reyes
Age: 22
Template: Albert Wesker (A-Rank)
Abilities:
- Dominant Genetics: Alpha pheromones
- Superhuman Strength
- Superhuman Speed
- Superhuman Durability
- Superhuman Endurance
- Regenerative Healing Factor
- Longevity—Resurrection]
Alex scanned the list. These powers had carried him for 22 years. Super everything, healing from almost anything, and that resurrection perk—he'd never tested it, but it was there and his Alpha pheromones this ability was the main reason that he was with Peggy and not only her he was planning on other beautiful female characters of MCU too. But sadly there was no new templates, though. He'd nagged the system endlessly: When's the next one? Always the same reply: Not now. It's not time yet.
He sighed, staring at the ceiling. One more try. "System. When am I going to get a new template?"Silence. Then—
[Ding... It is detected that host has finally stepped into the story of the MCU. New function is being unlocked.][Ding... Task function is Unlocked.][Ding... Task generating....][Ding... Task: Defeat Red Skull and win the War.
Reward: C-Rank character Template draw.]
Alex bolted upright, eyes wide. Stunned didn't cover it. 22 years of waiting, blending into the background, nudging events just enough. And now? A task function unlocks right after the serum test. The goal was straightforward—beat Red Skull, end WWII. But the reward? C-Rank template. Two full levels below his A-Rank Wesker. Like trading a sports car for a bike.He ran a hand through his hair. "A C-Rank? After all this?" A sigh escaped. Still, it was progress. First step into the big plot. "Let's do it, then."
Lost in thought—planning wars, skull-smashing strategies—the bathroom door creaked open.Alex looked up.
There stood Peggy Carter. Fresh from her bath, wet hair dripping down her shoulders, clinging to pale skin. She wore nothing but a white bathrobe, tied loose. It hugged her new curves—taller frame, toned muscles from the serum, every inch stronger and sexier. Water droplets sparkled on her neck. She smiled slow and seductive, She stepped closer, robe slipping just a touch.
Alex grinned, his male instincts firing. The war could simmer. Tonight was theirs.