Bruce had always considered himself a Marvel fan. Not just the casual kind who collects posters or wears Iron Man socks. No, Bruce was the guy who memorized every fight, every timeline, every snappy one-liner, and could argue that Ant-Man was the most underrated Avenger while simultaneously defending the logic of Loki's chaotic schemes.
So naturally, he was in the middle of cheering at the theater, a giant tub of buttery popcorn in his lap, when the universe decided to fuck with him.
"Yes! That's right, Ant-Man! You tiny little badass!" he shouted, tossing popcorn in the air like a goddamn confetti cannon.
And then…
Choking. Full-on, cinematic, popcorn-choking death.
His hands flailed, his face turned an impressive shade of red, and the soda sloshed over the seat. People around him panicked, but Bruce's final thought before slipping into darkness was:
"I… f-fucking… love Marvel…"
And then black.
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Somewhere between life and whatever the hell came next, Bruce opened his eyes.
Cosmic energy.
Glowing rifts.
A voice that sounded like a cross between a stand-up comedian and a sultry AI.
"Finally. About damn time you woke up, popcorn boy," the voice purred.
Bruce groaned, rubbing his temples. "What the—who are you? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Because it looks more like some glitchy acid trip."
"I'm Sandra, your sassy, loving, sometimes brutally honest system. And yes… you're dead. Kinda. Welcome to your new life as the protagonist of absolute chaos," the voice replied, with a teasing laugh. "Oh, and by the way… you now have a Reality-OS system. Think of it like a game, but you're the OP cheat code."
Bruce blinked. "A system? Like, cheat code? You mean I'm a… superhero now?"
Sandra giggled, a sound that was somehow both comforting and mischievous. "Superhero, anti-hero, god of chaos—whatever floats your boat. Oh, and you can buy stuff. Literally anything. Weapons stronger than Infinity Stones. Tools to mess with time. Even questions marks that I don't fully understand myself. But it costs system points, so don't get too trigger-happy."
Bruce's eyes widened. "Wait… I can buy Infinity Stone-level shit? That's… that's insane!"
"Welcome to my chaos," Sandra said. "Also, you're reckless. And I love it. Let's fix that."
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Before Bruce could even comprehend the absurdity, the world around him shifted. One second he was floating in some cosmic void, the next he was inside a cave, hot and dimly lit, hearing faint metal clanks and voices.
"Holy shit…" Bruce whispered. "That's… Tony Stark? Wait, those are terrorists…"
Yep. It was exactly as absurd as it sounded. Tony Stark was being held captive, tied to a chair, blinking like he'd just seen a ghost. And here comes Bruce, plopping into existence like a hero no one asked for.
Sandra snickered. "Ohhhh, this is going to be fun. You can flex, Bruce. Show off a little. Scare them. Tease them. Make them regret being born."
Bruce smirked. "Hell yeah. Let's turn up the chaos."
The terrorists spun around as he casually stepped out of the shadows. "Hey," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, "did anyone order a fanboy apocalypse?"
Gunfire. Explosions. Bruce ducked, rolled, and somehow pulled off a ridiculous stunt that somehow intimidated the bad guys. Sandra gave real-time commentary: "That move? Absolutely unnecessary. But hilarious. You're lucky I like you."
Tony Stark blinked at Bruce. "Who the hell are you?"
Bruce struck a dramatic pose, one hand flicking popcorn crumbs off his shoulder. "Name's Bruce. I die a popcorn death, wake up OP, and now… well… I'm here to fuck up your captors and possibly your timeline. You're welcome."
Sandra: Ohhhh, smooth. Now get ready for a quest.
Quest: "Roast Nick Fury without getting shot."
Bruce rolled his eyes. "Sandra… seriously? I just got here."
"Yes, and yes. Also… you're gonna have some friends soon. Keep your eyes open. Harem potential incoming."
Bruce didn't even know what to say. "Friends? Harem? What the actual fuck? Sandra, are you trolling me?"
"Yes. But lovingly. Now save Tony before they blow him up. And try not to die again. It's… messy."
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By the end of the cave chaos, Bruce had:
Saved Tony (in his own chaotic way)
Learned his first OP perk: Reflexes & absurd luck upgrade
Got his first quest notification from Sandra
Realized that this multiverse is literally his playground, and every MCU plotline is fair game
And as he stepped out of the cave, bruised but smirking, he whispered to Sandra:
"Alright, system. Let's see how many heroes, villains, and weird-ass multiverse characters I can drag into my chaos squad… and maybe, just maybe… build a harem while I'm at it."
Sandra: Ohhh, this is going to be legendary.