This fanfic was made for a reason.
I might not finish it, might just decide to drop it tomorrow.
Anyways, enjoy!
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Mark could smell... something.
It wasn't like the strange smell that permeated his room. It was like sulfur and... blood.
"Ugh..." A groan slipped out of his mouth as he weakly opened his eyes, and immediately his pupils constricted as he stared at the half-destroyed ceiling.
'The fuck?!'
Mark shot forward, but the action proved to be a mistake. In the next instant, pain violated his entire body, and another groan slipped out of his mouth.
"You're awake. Thank God," a voice sounded from beside him, and he turned to question the person where he was. But the moment his gaze landed on the kid that squatted in the room, his pupils constricted.
"Pietro...?!"
"Yeah," Pietro smiled. "You fainted during the..."
Pietro couldn't finish his words as Mark fainted... again.
***
He had a dream.
He dreamt he was Mark, the only son of a Sokovian couple, the childhood friend of Wanda Maximoff and Pietro Maximoff.
Life was calm and peaceful... until the war started.
The war wasn't external. It was internal—a rebellion, a coup d'état.
The Maximoffs and Markovics—his surname—didn't participate in the rebellion, just like many others.
They still lived their peaceful, although cautious, life... until it came.
Ballistas dropped from the sky like meteors. The Maximoff and Markovic families, who had gathered for a meal, didn't even know what struck them before the entire house was wiped out, along with the Maximoff and Markovic couples, leaving only the kids alive.
Hiding in the house for two days, they had witnessed the second ballista, but fortunately, this one didn't explode. And they saw the logo imprinted on the weapon—The Stark Industries logo.
The three kids, in a fit of rage, had joined the rebellion, becoming protesters. But they were still kids.
During the government's retaliation, Mark had taken a bullet meant for Wanda to the chest. The last thing he remembered was Wanda using her newly awakened power to let them escape... and then void.
Just as darkness consumed his consciousness, a ray of light abruptly emerged, together with invisible wind blades that he could surprisingly see. Then came a voice, arrogant and at the same time jovial:
"You can see Mahoraga! You can see my curse technique!"
Just as the wind blades slashed through his body, an even brighter light filled his vision. He saw a man with black spiky hair and an orange martial gi, with his hands above his head where a massive blue energy slowly enlarged. Then he heard the man's voice:
"I've never seen anyone as strong as you... I hope you come back someday as a good guy. I'll be waiting for you, Kid Buu. Maybe we'll square off one day."
Before the massive glowing blue blast filled his vision...
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"Haa...!" Mark let out a shout as his eyes snapped open, sweat soaking his entire body.
"Are you alright, Mark?!" a female voice sounded beside him as he felt hands roaming over his body. "I-I'm sorry, if you hadn't taken the bullet for me..."
?
Mark blinked and turned to the side. There, a pretty girl, age 10 or 9, with dark brown hair, knelt on the cold ground, her hands checking his body. Tears fell in streams from her eyes.
'Wanda...' Mark thought.
She was the one he had taken the bullet for.
His hands reached forward and gripped hers.
"Hey, why are you crying? It's not like I'm dead, right?" Mark said with a smile. Though transmigrating still felt surreal to him, he decided to come to terms with it. If he kept brooding about it during this period of war, he might no longer be thinking like someone from the human world.
"Wanda, Mark is right. He isn't dead. Don't cry, you look ugly like that, you know," Pietro, standing behind Wanda, said, trying to lighten up the room, only to receive a glare from Wanda.
"You must be hungry, right?" Wanda asked, already drawing a sandwich and water closer to him. "Eat."
Mark stared at the food, then at her, and smiled. "Thanks."
He picked up the sandwich and ate, while thinking.
Pietro and Wanda...
Without a doubt, I must have transmigrated into the Marvel world. A normal person would have been panicking by now, but me?
Heh!
Mark clenched his fist, feeling the raw power that flowed beneath his skin.
Along with that arrogant voice—which was undeniably Sukuna's—and Goku charging up a Spirit Bomb, Mark had gained the memories and physique of Mahoraga and Kid Buu.
Yes, the general Mahoraga and the evil villain Kid Buu. Honestly, Mark didn't actually think he really gained the physique, but feeling the power within him, it was only a fool that wouldn't connect the dots.
Gaining the physique of both Mahoraga and Buu was his transmigration perk!
Just as Mark giggled in his mind, imagining punching and killing world-destroying villains, voices—male, deep, and stern—sounded from outside the room.
"Are you sure she's here?"
"Yes! She was tracked here. There's no doubt!"
"Good, surround the place!"
!!
The three kids stared at each other in shock.
"W-What do we do?" Pietro asked with a trembling voice.
"They must have followed me here..." Wanda said, her jaw clenched. Then she turned to her brother and childhood friend. "You guys should escape from the back door, quick. I'll hold them off!"
"But Wanda—"
"No!" Wanda cut her brother's words short, her eyes filled with resolve. "I am the one who led them here, and I am the one who possesses powers. I should be the one who stays behind and holds them off! Go now!"
"....."
Pietro stared at the ground, his fist clenched until it whitened.
"Pietro, she's right," Mark said as he stood up. His words made Pietro look at him with shock, sadness, and anger, and Wanda to look at him with approval and a tinge of disappointment.
"Mark, you..."
"I said you should run. Wanda and I will deal with the people."
Wanda stared at him with wide eyes. "Mark, what do you mean?"
Mark smiled and raised his sweat-soaked and dirty shirt, showing his perfectly normal body—there were no injuries.
"I also awakened my own abilities."
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A/N: How is it?
Should I continue to update?