'Ugh, my head.' I thought. Feeling like someone was using a damn jackhammer on it. Letting me know I definitely drank too much last night.
But since it's a holiday weekend, and I don't have to go to work for the next three days, I'm fine dealing with a little headache.
Especially since I plan to get drunk again tonight.
Hey, don't judge me. It's my mini vacation and I can choose to spend it however I want.
Like right now I just want to watch Netflix and chill. Check out this new movie called K Pop Demon Hunters everyone's been talking about.
So with that in mind I started to move my hand to reach over to the dresser next to my bed and grab my Fire Stick remote. Only to stop when I felt a weight on my hand. Leading me to notice a rather substantial weight on most of my body.
When I did I also noticed quite a large shape under my covers.
So when I did I lifted said covers up to see what said large shape actually was, and in doing so I found myself staring at a very naked, and very beautiful woman, sleeping soundly, using my chest as a pillow.
'Okay, what the hell is this?' I thought.
Not referring to the situation itself. Since I've been in it quite a few times. What I'm referring to is why am I in this particular situation right now?
Because I remember I definitely got drunk at home last night and didn't go out once after I got home from work. And I'm definitely not someone who gets drunk and goes out and picks up women. Especially at the moment, since my girlfriend just broke up with me.
So again I ask, what the hell is this?
As I pondered this question I stopped when my head was suddenly overcome with an intense and indescribable pain. Along with images flashing inside of my mind.
But as quickly as the images, and the pain, started they stopped. Both issues resolving themselves in less than a minute.
Once they did I found myself with a second set of memories. Ones that were not my own but belonged to someone else entirely. Which should have me freaking out right now but I'm not. Since I feel these memories are a part of me. Simply put I am both this person and myself.
The person whose memories I have just gained, and somehow inexplicably become, being a man named Henry Jonathan "Hank" Pym.
Recognize the name?
You should.
Since it's the same name that belongs to a fictional character in the comic universe known as Marvel. A scientist and adventurer who was the first to bear the mantle of the Marvel universe hero known as the Ant-Man.
That's who I have now become.
Hence you can see why I should definitely be freaking out.
I mean one minute I'm in my home drunk, and the next I fall asleep and then I wake up as a freaking comic book character.
This shouldn't be possible. It really shouldn't. Yet here I am.
And I really can't help but wonder both the why and the how.
Then again this is Marvel we're talking about here. A place filled with beings capable of pulling off my current situation simply by blinking, and now since I have undeniable proof most of those beings actually exist...
But even if one of those beings are responsible for me becoming Hank Pym that doesn't answer the why.
Why me? Why did I get this chance? It is because I was binge watching Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes before I fell asleep last night?
I mean I've done it before, since it's one of the best Marvel shows ever and a part of my childhood, so that probably isn't it.
The more I thought about things the more I began getting a headache. Since I can't wrap my head around what's happening in the slightest.
Even with the super genius intelligence I just gained from the original Hank Pym, along with his memories.
Yeah, I'm a genius now.
And honestly it feels good.
Concepts I struggled with before are now as clear as day to me.
Not only that but my mind is overflowing with ideas.
Is this what all geniuses in Marvel experience or is it just me?
Oh wait...
That's right.
I'm m in Marvel.
A universe where there is a damn world, or universal, ending event that needs to be dealt with every other week.
That's the place where I know am.
Realizing this I couldn't help but get a chill across my entire body.
Then once it passed I began looking through the memories I gained from the original Hank Pym of this world. Hoping they would be let me discern which version of the Marvel Universe I was in.
Because with all the comics, fanfictions, television shows, and other Marvel related media out there, the possibilities were endless.
I just hoped I didn't get a shitty luck of the draw and end up somewhere like the Zombieverse.
Hell I'd even take the mainstream Marvel reality, Earth-616, over that. For then at least I would have a relatively good chance of surviving.
Since again I am now Hank Pym.
A genius in the same lane as Tony Stark and Reed Richards. A man who created the broken ass and underated Pym Particles. Not to mention a man chosen by Eternity, the damn embodiment of the entire Marvel universe itself, to hold the prestigious position of Earth's Scientist Supreme.
Okay sure, Hank does have his issues. But then again who doesn't?
At least his issues are mostly always mental due to mental illness. Except for the Ultimate universe version of him who was simply a deplorable wife beater.
Wait.
Oh please don't let me be the Hank Pym of the Earth-1610 universe. And on the off chance I am please let it be before I became an asshole domestic abuser.
As I began silently praying for this I instantly began breathing a sigh of relief as I reviewed my memories.
For when I did I ended up recalling Stark Industries. Who is currently lead by Tony Stark, who is the spitting image of Robert Downey Jr. from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
I also recalled learning about Captain America in school and he is the spitting image of Chris Evans.
But as I did I also recall seeing an image of the Howling Commandos in a history book, and amongst them was man who was the spitting image of Hugh Jackman.
Combine that with the fact I recall a Dr. Bolivar Trask and Trask Industries, and it's obvious this isn't the MCU since mutants exist here.
I also recall the company Oscorp Industries and its CEO a Dr. Norman Osborn. Who doesn't resemble any of the actors that played him in any of the live action Spider-Man films I watched in my previous life. Instead his appearance is that of his character from the Spider-Man cartoon from the 1990's.
So with all that I still have no clue which version of the Marvel Universe I am in.
Meaning I need to investigate more.
Though just as I resolved myself to do this, the woman who was using me as a body pillow began stirring.
When she did I focused all my attention on her.
Watching as she slowly but surely lifted her head. Thus finally allowing me to get a good look at her face.
In doing so I found myself looking into deep blue eyes, complimented by long Auburn hair. Along with a beautiful smile that tugged my heart strings.
For it seems along with the memories and intellect of the original Hank Pym of this Marvel universe I also inherited some of his feelings.
Like his love and passion for the woman I'm currently looking at.
Who is none other than one Janet Van Dyne.
The most prominent love interest of Hank Pym throughout most of the Marvel multiverse. Who he also causes immense harm to most of the time, whether intentionally or not.
...
Maybe I should try going back to sleep.
After all this could be nothing more than a dream.
Even though I know it absolutely is not.
But a guy can deam, can't he?