And after freaking out more and running around the small room, I sit down on the couch and mutter, "Ok, fine, just admit it. You're in the MCU... and from what it looks like, thankfully I am in the movie MCU. I hope for all of dear God! "This is the MCU movie!" And then I lay back on the bed, and I take a deep breath because, well, if this was not the MCU movie, I was pretty much dead... but if this was the MCU movie, then I still have hope.
Just run away to a different country! Yes! Ugh, but then that purple egghead would snap his fingers! and I might still be dead then... ugh! Damn it! Damn it! First I wake up in this body, and then I find out I am in a movie, i.e., or worse! Ah, I read some novels back in the day, but I barely remember the core stuff—nothing else—but I'm thankful I watched all of the MCU movies. Thank God!
I sit up on my bed, grab my notebook, and then I open it up, and I start to write, "Tony Stark is just entering the arms and weapons industries, and today's date is July 15th, 2005. And if I remember things right, Tony Stark became Iron Man somewhere around 2008, so I have around 2 and a half years to leave this country because once Tony becomes Iron Man, well, hell starts to break loose..." And then after reading what I wrote more than once, I rip the page out of my book, and then I rip it till there's nothing but small bits left. Normally I would not have done that, but knowing that I am in the MCU, I am not taking any chances anymore. I have to be careful and think a lot before I do anything...
And while Leo was thinking, he ended up thinking the whole night till the sun came up; it was now 6:33 AM…
I lay back on the bed, and I go through the bunch of stuff I wrote in the notebook. I wrote it in my own cursive English; it was a little weird. I knew no one normally would be able to read it, and again, who would want to read an emo boy's notes anyway... I close my eyes, and I let out a breath. I was tired—really tired, brainstorming, thinking so hard, remembering everything from books to movies. I look at my hand, and I mutter, "For now I am Leo... Leo Jackson... Ugh, I want to throw up," and then a while later Leo ends up sleeping on the bed…
Boom! Boom! Bam! Bash!...
I almost fell from the bed as I blinked fast, and I looked at the watch on the wall; it was 12:00 pm this afternoon, and the sounds were coming from the door of the room. Someone was banging on the door, and I stood up fast; I grabbed a pair of scissors, and I hid them in my pant pocket, ready to pull them out any second as I walked close to the door, and I casually opened it, and what I saw was a girl who looked, well, like she thought she was above everything, and the girl spoke in a bratty tone, "What the fuck, Leo, what were you up to? Huh, for a second I thought you had given in to your emo shit and hanged yourself or something"
I just looked at this girl; I had no clue who she was. I did not even know what relationship I had with this girl. I also realized this last night, son. I only knew what I knew because I found the ID in the backpack, and just then the girl snapped her fingers in front of my face, and she spoke again, "You high or what? Are you daydreaming now?"
I speak in an annoyed tone, "What the hell do you want, huh?" and then the girl huffs and speaks, "Oh, so you're not high, huh?? I bet you were listening to your rock-hard crap. Huh? Idiot, I had made breakfast; go eat it, and also don't stay inside your room all day; it smells like dead rats, you know?" After saying that, the girl with a huff turned around and walked away, and then I closed the door behind her slowly, and then I let out a breath, and I was so glad I knew how to act well! Ugh, who was that? She made breakfast for me. So she is close to me? And also, what's the shit she said? Hanged myself... and she spoke like a total brat, like she hated me… Thankfully, I kept the annoyed look on my face.
I walk to the table and grab my flip phone and I put it in my pocket and then I grab my mp3 and ear pods and then I take a deep breath and I pull out the scissors from my pocket and I look at it and then I walk to what looks like my wardrobe and I open it and well there was a lot of nothing in there mostly black cloths and a lot of random stuff and then between all of that I grab a red shirt and I throw it on casually and I don't fold the sleeves...
I look just a little better the black T under the red shirt does look a little bad I needed badly to get new cloths... but this was better than nothing and I grab the scissors again and this time I hide them under my sleeves... thankful not the first time I am doing this...
And then I think, 'Ok, I have a weapon if something does go wrong, and also I am wearing a different colored shirt just to give just a little different vibe, so if I don't act like the original Leo Jackson, I could just explain that I am trying something new now to face the bratty girl. She was not angry that I spoke in an annoyed tone with her before, and from the stuff she said and the way that bratty girl insulted the original Leo Jackson, this guy must be a jerk, and well, maybe even takes drugs? possible not only that the comment about me hanging myself…
Great, so all the emo jokes I have been making were true? From what it sounds like, Leo Jackson was also depressed... but that's a good thing for me at least. Acting depressed is easy, and acting like a jerk is easy too; most of all, depressed jerks don't have many friends and family, so I don't have to worry about others finding something wrong with me. After completing my thought process, I take one more deep breath, and I have a frown on my face. I walk out of my room, and I casually walk, and I notice how the room looks like a living room…
And just then there was the bratty girl on the couch watching TV, and she spoke, "Took you a while, uh, what the hell are you wearing?" I sit down next to her on the couch, and I speak in a casual tone, "I am wearing whatever I want anyway. Where is this breakfast you made?" and the bratty girl huffs, and then she points at the table, and she speaks again, "Are you blind? Idiot, look, there is your sandwich," and I look at the table...
I grab the plate, and then I start to eat the sandwich, and while doing this, I look at the bratty girl's eyes as I slowly eat the sandwich, and then a few seconds later, the bratty girl speaks in an annoyed tone, "What's up? Huh? Why are you looking at me? Don't cry to me that the sandwich does not taste good, ok??" And before she could speak, I cut her off, "No, it's fine; the sandwich is fine," and for some reason, the bratty girl seems fucking dumbfounded, like she saw a dog speak or something!
And a few seconds of quiet later, I speak again, "I mean, I don't like it, but it could be better, you know?" and then the bratty girl lets out a laugh, and she speaks, "Oh fuck, for a second I thought you were a different person, you know? You saying good things about MY cooking never happened, and then I kept eating the sandwich while in my mind I was breathing in and out. I almost got caught! And then I casually lay back on the couch after eating the sandwich.
I throw my legs up on the table, and the bratty girl grunts, and she pushes my legs off the table, and she speaks, "Don't just sit here, you lazy shit!! Go and wash the plates!" and then I stand up, and I grab the plate, and I start to walk to the room, which looks like the kitchen, but while leaving, I mutter "bitch" just loud so I know that bratty girl heard it, and then I enter the kitchen, and I wash the plates, and I also notice how messy but nice the kitchen is, and I wash the plates, and I think about everything that just happened...
From the feeling I am getting, she is my sister for sure, and not only that, the way she bosses me around sounds like I don't do anything or almost like she does a lot more than me... and also she did not mind that I insulted her; that means that my guess about the original Leo Jackson being a jerk was right, huh? and also from the looks of it, around the house there is only stuff for two people, so I could assume that I live with my little sister alone in this apartment, and my little sister probably takes care of me and everything...
I don't know how to feel about that. I wash my hands as I do all the dishes, and then when I was wiping my hands on a cloth, I walked out of the kitchen, and then the bratty girl threw a small box to me, and I caught it, and then the bratty girl spoke, "I have no clue who you begged, but you got mail, bro," and then I spoke, "Ok, fine, sis," and then I turned around and walked, but as I was walking back to my room, I muttered, "I am not washing the dishes again, bitch," and I spoke just loud enough that the bratty girl heard me again! and I walk inside my room, and then I close the door...
And then I throw the small box on the bed, and I think, 'So I was right, huh?? She is my sis'?
And while Leo was thinking, the small box started to glow green slowly.
Family, huh? And also, what the Fuck is that? ...