Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel

The only thing I own is my OC Sven Reilly

Once again I am reimagining the Marvel Universe, this time writing a multiple story arc fic, building up a mysterious plot in between the action, much like my Justice League Planet of the Bravest fic.

This Marvel Universe draws inspiration from the comics, but certain bits from certain films, cartoons, other universes, but mostly from my own imagination. There are certain things about character origins that are different, but I hope I am still capturing the essence of who these characters are.

For example biggest change: Magneto, as well as being identified by that name, he also goes by his original name Max Eisenhart (people common believe Erik Lensherr is his real name). Max is not a holocaust survivor, but his parents were. At his heart though he remains very much the same character, a man who uses extreme methods for a cause he believes in.

That is but one of the changes, the rest you can find out by reading, hope you all enjoy the fic.


Marvellous World

Prologue: Watcher's eyes

The transparent man awoke, looking at his surroundings in confusion. He knew a name, his name, but he knew not where he was. The darkened hall was not his house, and the voice he heard speaking his name, was not his father's voice.

"Aaron Stack!"

The transparent man looked up, and then around, trying to find the source of that voice. It was a gentle voice, one that was in its very tone asking for help. All his life, Aaron Stack had been taught by his father to help others. His father was a doctor, and Aaron thought that if his father was hear, he could help the giant, or at least who Aaron assumed was a giant.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"I could not tell you where I am, I can no longer see where I am. But I can tell you who I am, and why I have brought you here Machine Man."

"Do not call me that," Aaron said, his voice taking on a defensive tone.

"Forgive me, I have seen much, it is difficult sometimes to know when people accept their names."

"That isn't my name though."

"Not in this world, but I know of many worlds Aaron, for I have seen much in my long life," the great voice said.

"Are you blind?" Aaron asked.

"I am, sadly I can no longer fulfil my universal role without your help."

"Who are you?"

"Follow my voice, step closer and you will see Aaron," the voice spoke, and then whistled.

The transparent man followed, the light passing through his body, revealing only to himself the circuitry and turning gears within his body. He looked up and gasped, seeing the wondrous view of space, and of the planet Earth. For a moment he stood looking at it, the whistling of the giant forgotten.

"It is magnificent isn't it?" the voice asked him. "Of all the things, I miss seeing that planet the most."

"Are we on the moon?" Aaron asked.

"A correct assumption, well done Aaron, we are on the moon, specifically what would be referred to as the blue area of the moon. It has not been charted by humanity, not yet, and is a place where though life cannot grow, it can endure," the voice explained.

"You mean a place of breathable air?"

"Indeed, now come closer Aaron, see me!"

Aaron walked closer into darkness, only his eyes could see what was sat within the chamber. Again he gasped, long had he thought he was one of the strangest things in the universe. Now he saw differently.

"I am Uatu, the Watcher!"

Long people believed that god had some human form. But Aaron knew he was not looking upon a god. Though Uatu was gigantic, he was not human, yet there was something unmistakably human in his weakness. His skin, if one could call it that was pure white, the arms resting on his chair were long, as big as his legs. There were two, massive fingers on each hand, and three toes, two at the front of his foot and three at the back. There wasn't a single shred of hair across his body, a naked body that had ridges and carapaces, but none of the organs a human would have. But Aaron could see clearly that Uatu was malnourished, his head had an almost egg like shape to it, and his eyes, he had no eyes.

"My god," Aaron gasped.

"A people on Earth once thought me a god, but I am not god, I am a watcher," Uatu said.

His hands adjusted the blue cloth he had draped over his body. A staff rested against his chair, he took it and tapped it against the floor. The ridges on the side of his head must have been ears, but another thing Aaron noticed was that when Uatu spoke, his mandibles didn't seem to move.

"Are you speaking, to my mind?" Aaron asked.

"The language of my people is one no human could ever understand, likewise our vocal chords are shaped in such a way, that we cannot speak any language on Earth," again Uatu tapped the floor, making his way to a tablet of some kind.

Running his hands across the tablet, reading it like brail, he pushed what must have been buttons, as the symbols across the tablet glowed. To Aaron, they looked much like hieroglyphics of Egypt. Looking at Uatu's face itself, his nose had a somewhat beak quality to it. Lights swept over the chamber, and suddenly, a portion of the wall slid apart. Like the windows of an observatory, they revealed an even more spectacular view of the moon, and the ruins of a city.

"This is..."

"The home of a once great kingdom, reduced now to mere ruins, watching them made me feel sad, perhaps that is why I put the observatory here, to remind myself," Uatu explained.

"Remind yourself of what?" Aaron asked.

"Of many things, the consequences of hubris, of greed, sometimes even of the best intentions. My people were once a far spreading empire. We watched countless universes, sending our great machines to them, to watch, to record, yet never to interfere. Societies had to develop on their own terms, in their own time. We could never do what they did."

"Who are they?"

"First come here," Uatu tapped his staff against the floor, beckoning Aaron to come forward. "Touch this tablet Aaron Stack, expand your sight."

Hesitantly, Aaron moved forward, the computer part of his mind analysing what Uatu told him. Numerous possibilities ran through his cortex, of Uatu tricking him, of the alien tech being incompatible with his, of the machinery corrupting him, or him corrupting it. Yet, the very human emotion of curiosity took over, he needed to know more. Touching the tablet with his transparent hands, his blue 'shell' began to glow green as the tablet activated.

Within an instant, Uatu was gone, the moon was gone, and Aaron was someplace else. He was on Earth, but the air was very different, the ground was very different. Creatures walked on its surface, beasts that today were mere displays in museums, beasts with appearances experts were only able to guess, but Aaron saw them, he saw what they really looked like. He saw them walk peacefully, he saw them hunt, and struggle, he saw them alive and in the flesh. But then, he saw something that he did not expect at all, something that had no place in the time period he was in.

Aaron looked up at giants even greater in size than Uatu, they towered over mountains, yet left no destruction in their wake. But Aaron could feel an immense power coming from the giants, power contained within the incredible suits of armour they wore. He watched as one giant gathered the precursors of humanity, watched as they subjected them to experiments. The chambers those Neanderthals were put in glowed with the same energy inside the giant. Then two chambers opened, and out came two naked humans, a man and a woman. Their bodies were flawless, the very images of perfection.

The blonde haired man suddenly created a suit of some kind. It had an almost armoured quality to it, much like the giants who had helped him to evolve. Red boots and gauntlets covered his limbs, blue fabric wrapped across his body, and red lines ran down his chest, joining the gold studded belt across his hips. The woman's black hair was suddenly tied together by two green bands, fabric formed green gloves and boots, and a darker green sleeveless suit, with part of the chest opened.

But then, Aaron saw another Celestial, take other humans. Unlike the pleasant and uplifting experience their far off brethren went through, these humans experienced agony. Aaron hugged his arms in sympathy, hearing the animalistic screams of the first humans. Then, they emerged from their chambers, and though they still looked somewhat human, they could only be described as monstrous. Some who emerged looked like evolved humans, but there was something in their eyes, something in all of their eyes, that didn't seem very human.

"What have I just seen Uatu?" Aaron asked, as he was brought back to the moon.

He saw those same giants, leaving the Earth, flying through space, slowly as if there was no advance propulsion behind them.

"You have seen one of the Celestial hosts, they are scientists I suppose is the best term to use," Uatu said.

"What were they doing?"

"They were exploring the evolution of humanity, through genetic manipulation, they created two distinct races, the Eternals, those whom embody perfection, and the deviants, those they believe represent the worst evolutionary path of humanity. But make no mistake Aaron Stack, the Eternals are not perfect," Uatu explained.

"No one is, perfection is only within the eye of the beholder," Aaron said.

"True, I knew you were clever."

"I am an android, from a certain point of view, I'm already smarter than most humans."

A guttural sound came out of Uatu's mouth, Aaron assumed it was a laugh. Aaron could still hear Uatu, still feel the presence of the giant beside him. He was not going back through time, he realised, simply watching a recording. The Earth rotated as time passed, islands on Earth split apart, new continents formed and stars went out, and even lit up again in the wider galaxy behind it. Aaron then found himself on Earth again, seeing tribes of humans running away from great constructs coming from the sky.

"They aren't Celestials," Aaron said.

"Indeed they are not, those ships you see are from the Kree collective," Uatu said.

The ships later made way for small facilities, lab complexes. Like the Celestials, great machines captured human tribes and dragged them back to their Kree masters. The Kree, Aaron saw blue skinned men and women.

"Why do they look human?" he asked.

"In a way, I suppose they are human, Homo-kreein would perhaps be a term. On their planet, a planet harsher than Earth, they evolved within an environment where radiation existed. Their evolutionary path made them a species entirely different from humanity, despite the subtle resemblance," Uatu explained.

"Are you saying that every dominant species on every alien planet, is human?"

"They are not human Aaron, they are Kree, but once they were simply...alive."

"What are they doing now?" Aaron asked.

Though he could see they were experimenting on the primitives, exposing them to energy fields, injecting them with syringes. Then, like human scientists with primates, they put breathing masks on their faces. The Kree scientists hit crystals contained in a chamber, with lasers. As the crystals dissolved, a gas ran through the hose, into the breathing masks and through the noses of the humans. Within moments, the humans were suddenly encased within green, breathing cocoons.

"Terragenesis it is called, what you are seeing is a very different type of hubris Aaron Stack," Uatu said as after a few hours, the cocoons began to hatch.

From the cocoons came a great many humanoid creatures. Some of these humans seemed physically perfect like the Eternals, others were monstrous, or even somewhere in between. But all of them had great power, power they unleashed upon the Kree. Eventually, the scientists fled on ships, and the enhanced humans found the crystals that had changed them.

"The Kree was a collective, following no religion but law and logic. Like any society, when it came across another, with differing views, their first contact led to only one thing..."

"War," Aaron said.

"Yes, sadly, the Kree went to war with a race they came to call the Skrulls. The Skrulls were a peaceful empire that expanded through the spread of their religion. When the war began, the Skrulls quickly adapted into warriors. The Kree sought any advantage they could. Whilst the Celestials sought to be the gods, the Kree interfered only to create living weapons, unaware of humanity's potential for defiance," Uatu explained.

"These other humans, and the Eternals and Deviants, what became of them?" Aaron asked.

"The Eternals and Deviants would become the inspiration for various legends. The Kree's creations, the Inhumans would become a society, a nation hidden from humanity, growing and even splitting as human tribes did. But now you must move further through time, into the future, past the times of kings, through a first worldwide war, to just before the eve of the second, into the first age of Marvels."

"I have heard of this, my father spoke very highly of it," these was excitement in the transparent man's voice, and again Uatu laughed, that same guttural sound from before.

The Earth rotated again, and Aaron stood on islands as they broke apart, as grass grew and died, then grew again, as castles were built, then destroyed. Then came wars, ones humanity hadn't even remembered, then came cities. Until finally, it was the 1930s and Aaron stood within a warehouse. There, a brown haired man with a moustache was working in a lab. He looked over various blue prints, mixed various chemicals together. His face, though not as aged as Aaron remembered, was one he knew.

"Phineas Horton, the bio-engineer," he said.

"Yes, the creator of one of the first Marvels," Uatu said.

Aaron looked in awe at the metallic frame Phineas worked on. He worked on the inner wiring of the machine, adjusted the joints, fixing them into place. Then, as a few days passed, he laid the humanoid machine on a table, and began coating him with a chemical substance. The substance began to slowly harden, forming very convincing human skin. Much later, Phineas added small things like eyes, a mouth and blonde hair.

"Phineas Horton was two things, a man looking to be famous, and a man who wanted to make a difference. With crime rates so high, he wanted to use his company, Timely Productions, to create what would have essentially have been the world's first drone work force. He wanted to create police officers, but he created something truly incredible," Uatu explained.

"I know," Aaron said.

More time passed, and Horton presented his creation to politicians, the chief of police and numerous reporters. The android was contained within a small glass chamber, and people marvelled at how it couldn't be distinguished from a human. It wore a simple red suit, with only boots and no gloves. But when Horton lifted up the glass case, the android suddenly burst into flames. Except it wasn't on fire, its body had become fire. The android's hair and eyes were no longer visible, nor was its suit or artificial skin, it was a human shaped flame.

More time passed, and chaos erupted in the streets. The fiery android was not the most feared thing in New York. It was at the harbour, where police cars were thrown into one another. People ran from a dark haired man. His tanned skin had subtle scales on some areas, gills on his neck and scaled shorts covered his groin. The man's muscles were huge, but he had a look of arrogance across his face. That arrogance quickly turned into aggression as the android began to fight him. Aaron stepped behind a photographer, framing with his fingers, the very moment an iconic image was captured.

"The Human Torch, and the Submariner, the first Marvels, though some often mistake their predecessor for it," Aaron said.

"Very good Aaron, you already have knowledge of them."

"Not everyone on Earth has forgotten them, they simply believe they weren't necessary to winning the war," Aaron explained.

"That would have been true, if not for the fact the Axis powers had their own Marvels, a science division born from a cult called Hydra," Uatu said.

Aaron was suddenly in Germany, at the home of a man who was shorter, and seemed more mild mannered than Horton.

"Professor Abraham Erskine," he identified that man too.

A man in a German military uniform was yelling at Erskine, showing him his notes and even hitting him.

"Johann Schmitt, the sixteenth head of Hydra and a scientist himself," Uatu said.

"A Nazi," Aaron added.

"An incorrect assumption from history, Schmitt wasn't a Nazi, oh he believed in a superior race, but scoffed at the idea that it was based purely on genetics. He believed potential had to be forced out, once his beliefs may have seemed innocent, and the man himself good. But years in the military, years of having power and privilege, blinded him," Uatu explained as Schmitt waved about the photo of the Human Torch and Namor.

"He was of the belief that even without their two Marvels, if America entered the war, Germany would lose. Unwilling to let that happen, he turned to Erskine's research into human potential."

Schmitt suddenly grabbed the vial that was on Erskine's lab, and rolled up his sleeve.

"Erskine knew that his formula was incomplete, but above all, he believed that Schmitt himself wasn't ready. Schmitt however was desperate, he wanted any way to keep the balance of power firmly in Germany's hands."

Abraham tried to pry the syringe out of Schmitt's grip, but was suddenly forced to the floor by Schmitt. Johann wrapped his belt around his elbow, and then stuck the needle into his vein. Erskine looked up in horror, shaking his head as Schmitt injected himself with the formula. Schmitt dropped the needle and let out a satisfied sigh. His expression was one of peace, a man in perfect health. Then he gripped his sides, stepping back and leaning on Erskine's desk for support.

"Erskine's formula unlocked human potential, physical potential, mental potential, many who knew Johann once may have also argued, that it did something to his soul too. Witness as I did Aaron Stack, the creation of a monster, from even the smallest desire to do good."

Johann let out pained grunts, but smiled as his muscles began to expand. He even grew taller by a foot, he wasn't quite a giant, but he looked like the perfect mix of a body that had both strength and speed. But Johann's smile faded as he saw the look of horror on Erskine's face. His hand moved to his scalp, and strands of his hair dropped onto his hands. He suddenly felt the skin on his face get heavier, and he rushed into Erskine's bathroom. Erskine heard the man scream, discovering that his facial skin was beginning to melt like wax. In agony Johann yelled, and in his rage he threw aside furniture. Erskine made his way to the door as Johann fell to his knees. Alone in the house, a wax like puddle formed on the floor. Johann moved into the bath room again, looking at the mirror, his mouth trembling. His hair, and the skin on his face was gone, even his nose was gone. All that was left was his now yellow eyes, and his skull, from now and for as long as he would live, a red skull.

"So the Red Skull was not always a monster?" Aaron asked.

"No one is born good or evil, there is only potential Aaron Stack, and I know that Johann Schmitt, in other worlds, had the potential to do good. As you know, Erskine fled Germany, moving in secret to Queens. When America entered the war, the SSR called on Erskine to fulfil the debt he owed them for their help in his escape."

Another skip in time, and Aaron saw Erskine, this time, appearing much more confident. He spoke with a young blonde haired man. His body was frail, almost as if he was malnourished, and his skin was pale. The young man coughed occasionally, but seemed so much more stable than Johann had been.

"Steve Rogers, the man who would become Captain America," Aaron said.

"Yes, his is a face few forgot," Uatu said.

This time, within a more controlled environment, and watched by politicians and generals, Erskine injected the formula into Steve's arm. Then, Steve was exposed to rays of veta energy, and like Johann before him his muscles grew, the imperfections of his organs were repaired and he emerged from the Veta-rays as a better man.

"But his soul wasn't changed, Steve Rogers was ready for the formula in ways Schmitt wasn't," Uatu said.

The lab was then replaced by a battlefield. Bombs landed on the ruined fields, the sounds of gunfire echoed. A motorcycle suddenly drove across the battlefield. On that motorcycle was Steve Rogers. Over his uniform he wore pads of blue body armour, a white star on his chest, and his helmet had an A symbol on it. As he performed a jump with his bike, he threw an object, disc shaped, fast, and it hit the German soldiers hard. Steve skid to a halt, and the shield bounced off of the armour of a German tank, returning easily to Steve's hand. The shield was coloured red and white, and had the white star on the centre of it.

"Captain America," Aaron's voice drifted in wonder.

Suddenly Namor landed in front of the tank, and flipped it onto its back. German planes fired at Steve, but he easily blocked the bullets with his shield. Then, leaving a trail of fire behind him, the Human Torch flew through the planes like a rocket, hitting one after another. Nodding to one another, Steve and Namor joined their ally in attacking the German frontline, leading allied troops behind them.

"The First Marvels, the founding members of the Invaders," Aaron said.

"Yes, those three were the first, and the ranks of what the allies called 'the Marvels' grew, individuals of great skill, and extraordinary power," Uatu stated.

"But then Captain America went missing in action, the war ended, the Invaders were disbanded, Namor returned to the sea, the Human Torch, like so many other misjudged and abused marvels retreated from public life, people forgot those heroes because they were politically, or socially inconvenient at the time," Aaron explained.

"Indeed, the Marvels either went into hiding, retired or continued their service to their governments, but in the shadows."

"So, you watch the Marvels, but with them gone, what have you been doing all this time?" Aaron asked.

"The universe is bigger than Earth, though the moon is my home, I have witnessed countless other events, the evolution of multiple species and the creation of empires like the Shiar," Uatu said.

"But what about your own people, what happened to them?"

"We kept strict oaths, never to interfere with another world, but hubris was present even amongst my people. Someone with the best of intentions, only created disaster, I am the last of my kind," there was a great sadness in Uatu's voice, and as he spoke, the images of Earth faded and Aaron as back in the observatory.

He looked at the Watcher, who returned to his chain, sitting with his head low, no tears yet Aaron could tell the alien was sad.

"You are still connected to the network Aaron, I was going to make you an offer, but that can wait. Though my eyes are gone, I can still sense when events of significant importance occur. Regardless of what you choose to do in the future, could you witness one event for me?" the Watcher asked.

"You've shown me such wonderful things, I would be glad to be your eyes," Aaron said.

"Thank you, could you walk outside and tell me about what you see?"

Aaron opened one of the doors for the conservatory. He walked into the blue area of the moon, amongst the wreckage of the city that had once been there. Then he ascended, out of the crater, and out of the blue area. Standing amongst the grey wasteland that was the moon, Aaron's eyes scanned the region.

"Uatu, I see astronauts, I cannot make out who is inside their landing craft, but the man taking pictures of the Earth, I see a name on his suit, John Jameson, is that a name of significance Uatu?" Aaron asked.

"It is, but I will tell you later, is that all you see?" Uatu asked.

"I'm afraid it...wait, no, that can't be," Aaron shook his head in denial, his voice was full of it, and a growing sense of fear.

"What is happening Aaron?" inquired the watcher.

"This is impossible, there's another Earth alongside mine," Aaron said.

He looked at the two Earths in horror. Both were slowly moving towards one another. He was suddenly taken to the surface of one, where he continued to narrate to the watcher.

"Its New York, on the other Earth I think. There is a battle going on, ships are moving into the atmosphere, they're unlike anything that should be humanly possible to make. The combatants are dressed in costumes, bright coloured ones, wait portals are opening, more costumed people are joining the fight, it's an all out war. Uatu am I seeing Marvels, modern Marvels? And why are they fighting one another?"

"Their Earth is going to collide with another, obviously they will disagree with how to deal with this crisis," Uatu said.

"What about my Earth? I need to see what is happening to my Earth. Oh god," Aaron gasped, finding himself flying over the oceans and islands of his planet.

"What is happening Aaron?" Uatu asked.

"Tidal waves, land splitting, wreckage falling from the sky, monsters long thought forgotten terrorising cities. So many people are dying on my Earth, and we only have the World Disaster relief organisation to assist us. Wait, natives from the other Earth have come to ours, they're trying to place a bomb of some kind but, soldiers are fighting back. The ring leader, a man without an eye, he's been killed, but not before he took the same eye as the other man."

"Nick Fury lost his eye to himself, most men would go insane with that knowledge, not him!"

"Nick Fury, what is the significance of that name?" Aaron asked.

"That you will see later, what else do you see?"

"New York, there's rubble everywhere, there's a boy walking around."

"Describe him to me."

"Seven or eight years old, blonde hair, grey eyes, he's crying, I think he may be looking for his parents."

"An understandable and common assumption, but keep watching Aaron."

"I wish I could help, he's looking everywhere, can't I just help one person?"

"You couldn't even if you wanted to Aaron, the damage to this boy's life has already been done. But do not despair, one thing I know of humanity is that sometimes tragedy makes you stronger. Aaron, are you all right?"

"Yes Uatu, but there's someone with the boy, yet...isn't, if that makes sense? I can't quite describe him but he's walking closely behind the boy, enough to touch him. I don't think he's there, or visible to the rest of the world," Aaron continued relaying.

"We're heading into hell you know!"

"Did you hear that Uatu, the creature spoke," Aaron said.

"Yes, I did hear it, interesting, it seems that more than one world is interacting with this one today," Uatu hummed.

"I've been taken somewhere else now Uatu. It's a bedroom, a boy a few years older than the last one is there. He's thrashing about in his sleep, the poor boy is sweating, wait...I see red in his eyes, energy is coursing around him."

"Even without my gifts Aaron you were capable of perceiving more than others could. Is there a being there similar to the one you saw with the other boy?" Uatu asked.

"In fact there is Uatu, but it seems, kinder, no, not kind or cruel, just there. But the boy is in so much pain. The door has opened, his parents have come in."

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! QUIT YOUR MUMBLING BOY!"

"Oh my god, they're hitting their own son, Uatu I want to stop this."

"The being Aaron, what is happening to the being?"

"The boy, that poor boy, they left him on the floor, torn off all his bed sheets."

"If you want to sleep so badly when the apocalypse is going on, you can damn well go out there and steal your own sheets, or sleep on the floor if you must."

"That bastard man!"

"Aaron focus, what is happening to the being."

"The boy's on his hands and knees, there's so much anger in his eyes!"

"Forget the boy, focus on the being, what has happened to it?"

"Uatu, its getting darker, that thing watching him is becoming...monstrous, wait...it's looking right at me Uatu," Aaron gasped in fear.

"GO TO HELL!"

Aaron screamed, transporting back to the moon. He looked at his surroundings, breathing a sigh of relief to be with Uatu again.

"What did you see?" the Watcher asked.

"A boy with no parents, with so much love in his heart, and a boy with them, yet filled with so much hatred. What were those things Uatu?" Aaron asked.

"Beings that exist outside of the Spectrum any living creature can see in, tell me more of what is happening, please," Uatu said.

Aaron walked back outside, watching the two Earths. With a heavy heart he continued commentating.

"I can see what is happening in the distance, one Earth is evacuating, but my Earth can't. There is a craft of some kind in between the planets, it appears to be crashing. May I take a closer look?" he asked.

"Of course Aaron, they are your eyes," Uatu said.

Aaron transported himself onto Earth. There was a small camp set up in the Mexico desert. A scientist he recognised as Brian Foster, looked between his playing daughter, and the instruments he used to monitor the skies. His friend Eric Selvig took a seat beside him, smiling at little Jane.

"They say this is the end of the world, that there was another Earth in our atmosphere, shouldn't you spend a last moment with her?" Eric asked.

"I am spending it with her, she likes my work," Brian said.

Jane Foster looked up at the sky and pointed at the lights. This caught Brian and Eric's eyes, and with Brian grabbing onto Jane, they rushed to their truck. They followed the direction of the lights, and where the object Brian had been monitoring, ultimately crashed. All three got out of the car and cautiously approached the object, electricity was sparking around the craft, which slowly began to open. What emerged from the craft, was unlike anything they had seen before, unlike anything Aaron himself had ever seen before. He returned to the moon, confronting Uatu giddily.

"Its him, it's really him isn't it, so many people believed them to be legends but they're real aren't they? They were just a different species like you weren't they?" the machine man asked.

"Some gods are of humanity's own design, others are simple misinterpretations, a result of being seen by a less primitive society, what do you see now Aaron?"

Again Aaron walked out onto the moon. He looked towards his Earth and the other Earth, as they finally began to crash together. Suddenly, a bright light shined, and Aaron shielded his eyes. Slowly the light began to fade, and Aaron looked at a single Earth, but he could see something else, the faint outline of another Earth. He looked to his right and gasped, seeing a ghostly image. It was like a mirror, following his movements, yet looked very different. Instead of being transparent, the machine man had layers of shifting purple and silver armour on its body, its face was exposed and looked remarkably human, except for its red eyes, eyes identical to Aaron's. When the mirror image faded, Aaron quickly walked to Uatu's side again.

"It is astonishing, incredible, marvellous," he sang, overcome by the joy of scientific discovery.

"Tell me what you saw Aaron Stack," Uatu requested.

"Two worlds not crashing together, but merging together, creating two distinct, very different Earths that exist within the same place, but vibrate at a different frequency," Aaron explained.

"Yes, you see Aaron, we can catch glimpses of other worlds, yet our focus must always be on events significant to this world, and timelines that branch from events on this world. Before you give me your answer Aaron, please look at the boy in New York one last time, tell me what has become of him?"

Aaron teleported himself to the streets of New York again. There he saw numerous emergency services, including the world disaster response agency, doing what they could for the casualties of this disaster. He focused in particular on the blonde haired boy, being carried on a stretcher. The boy's chest rose up and down, showing Aaron that he was still alive. Traversing the grand distance, Aaron walked to Uatu's side.

"The boy lives Uatu, the boy lives," he said.

Uatu sat and put his hands together, Aaron guessed it was some kind of thank you, looking remarkably like a prayer.

"So what is your answer Aaron Stack?" the Watcher asked.

"I have seen a great many terrible things, but I have also seen great things, things that are..." Aaron paused, struggling to find the appropriate word.

"You said earlier that it was Marvellous," Uatu said.

If Aaron could smile, he would, what he did do was laugh, merrily.

"Let me be your eyes Uatu, let me see more of this world," he said.

Uatu nodded his head and pointed to the Earth.

"Let us begin then Aaron, tell me what else you see."

Next Arc 1: Fusion


Note: This prologue chapter was based on a very good miniseries called Earth X, the beginning issues being told from the point of view of Aaron Stack, the Machine man, whose design in this world is based on his Earth X version.

The Watcher's appearance is meant to be more alien, not just a giant bald guy, but some elements of his design remains the same such as the presence of blue and white robes.

Hope everyone enjoyed the prologue, the next chapter gets into the first story arc and the introduction of some key characters in the fic.