Born With Every Power: A Fan Story from the Marvel Multiverse

By- AK

NOTE:

This is a fan-made story. All characters, powers, and concepts related to the Avengers belong to Marvel and Disney. I do not claim ownership of any copyrighted material. This is for entertainment purposes only.

STORY:

I was just an ordinary 18-year-old living in Brooklyn, New York. I wasn’t strong, fast, or smart. I had no special talent. My life was full of boring classes, pizza runs, and endless dreams about becoming something more. I often looked up at the Avengers Tower and imagined a world where I could fly, fight, or protect like them. Little did I know—my wish was about to come true.

It happened on a rainy Friday evening. I was walking home from a late shift at the diner, hoodie up, earbuds in. A blinding flash of lightning struck the street ahead of me. But it wasn’t just lightning—it was something else. In the middle of the smoke, I saw a shimmering cube, glowing blue and gold, floating above a manhole. I reached out. The moment my fingers touched it, the world exploded in light.

When I woke up, I was lying in my bed in our tiny apartment. My clothes were scorched, my skin glowed faintly, and my heart was racing like a jet engine. But that wasn’t the strange part. My hands sparked with electricity, like Thor’s. My breath felt hot, like gamma energy. And when I looked in the mirror—I saw the faint glow of an arc reactor in my chest.

I thought it was a dream. Until I jumped in shock and hit the ceiling. Literally. I floated in the air for five seconds before crashing down. That’s when I knew: something was happening to me.

The next morning, I tested everything. I could lift a car like Hulk. I could shoot lasers like Iron Man. I could run down Fifth Avenue faster than any subway. And somehow, I had a sixth sense—like Spider-Man’s “Spidey-Sense”—that warned me of danger before it came.

Even weirder, I formed a shield out of pure light, just like Captain America’s, but from my own energy. My body had become a living fusion of every Avenger’s power. I was excited. Scared. Invincible. Alone.

But power never comes without a price.

A week later, the dreams started. A deep voice whispered, "You were not meant to exist. Your body holds the spark of every reality. Give it back… or watch the multiverse burn." I ignored it—until the sky above Times Square split open.

From it came Strange Supreme—a dark, corrupted version of Doctor Strange. His eyes glowed red, and his cape floated like a storm cloud. He called me “The Core,” and said I had absorbed the Heart of the Multiverse, something never meant for a human.

Then he attacked.

I didn’t know how to fight a sorcerer, but my body did. Without thinking, my hands moved on their own. I summoned magic circles, levitated, and blocked his spells like I'd trained for years. I screamed, “I don’t want to fight!” But my powers didn’t care.

I defeated him… too easily.

That night, I sat on the roof of my building, shaking. I was changing. My powers were growing faster than I could understand. I saw flashes—of other versions of me, in other universes, living different lives, all connected by this force.

Then came the biggest shock.

She found me. Her name was Aira, from another version of New York. She had the powers of all the villains—Thanos’s strength, Loki’s mind, Ultron’s logic. She said, “You and I were created as a balance. If you become too good, I turn too evil. If you break, I shatter.”

We were two sides of one power. The multiverse made us to cancel each other out.

We fought. Over Central Park. Across the Statue of Liberty. Through the sky. People looked up and saw gods clashing. Buildings trembled. But in the middle of the fight, we saw a little girl trapped beneath a fallen taxi. We both stopped.

In that second, she saved the child. I stopped the debris. And we both realized—we didn’t want to destroy. We wanted to protect.

So, we made a choice.

I created a crystal with the last of my energy. I locked all the powers inside and flew it to the North Pole, burying it deep in ice. Aira did the same. We left our powers behind. Not because we were weak—because we finally felt strong enough to choose.

Now, I sit in my small apartment in Brooklyn, sipping cold coffee, watching the sun rise over the skyline. I still take the train. I still go to class. I still dream.

But sometimes, when I close my eyes, I hear the hum of lightning. The whisper of a shield. The beat of a reactor.

And I smile.


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❤️ Final Lines (Emotional & Lovely):

Maybe I was born ordinary. But for a short time, I became something more. And now I know—

You don’t need powers to be a hero.
You just need a heart strong enough to hold them.