Year 2008.
The sun is blazing, the sky is clear and bright.
Centre Street, Chinatown, NYC.
Inside a 2-story building, A Man can be seen stretching, before sitting cross-legged on a mat on his balcony.
Inhale.
Exhale.
The sun covers the young man in its glow, making his dark hair stand out.
After a while, the man stood up and stretched his body, he went with his morning routine. It is currently 8 am. He brushed his teeth, and in front of the mirror, a face with asian features appeared. Black hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned color, and sharp eyes.
Above Average is what most people will say.
He went downstairs on the ground floor which also acts as a gym and a martial arts hall.
Today is chest day.
Putting 4 plates of 50kg. He started his first set.
Time passed and he finally finished working out, "Whew, done." He muttered.
After that, he showered and ate his breakfast.
It's 9:30 am.
The news is playing in the background, "Stark Industries is set to launch the Jericho Missiles..", while he sets his breakfast.
Scrambled egg and rice.
"It is finally happening."
It's been 24 years, since he reincarnated into the Marvel Universe.
He only awakens his past life's memories last year, when his father in this world passed away peacefully. Stricken by grief and depression, he didn't know what to do, because ever since he was a child his father had been guiding him.
After a while, he recovered and decided to honor his father's legacy. This martial arts hall he left me with.
It's been a year since the hall last opened, a year after his father's death.
Now he is ready to open it again.
"The age of heroes is about to start, let's prepare before that trickster god opens a portal."
At first, he was excited, after all he was inside one of his favorite stories, but reality set in and he realized that this was one crazy world.
There is literally a celestial being under the earth waiting to destroy the planet.
"…"
"Thankfully I didn't get thrown here empty-handed." He chuckled, shook his head, and cleaned the table.
That's right. He has something to rely on.
His mutant ability.
He awakened it on the same day he remembered his past. He was shocked and scared, he remembered how mutants are treated and the sentinels.
But what can he do? This is the only thing he got so he just went with the flow.
Thankfully, it is not complicated to understand what his ability was.
It is Photosynthesis, the ability to draw sustenance from the sun. But personally, the cooler name is Solar Empowerment, which he decided to name himself. Because not only sustenance, but he can also feel himself getting stronger, faster, and more durable when he comes into contact with sunlight.
But he is sure that is not the end of it.
10:15 am.
He started cleaning the martial arts hall and gym equipment. He decided to open at 10:30.
There is no membership when it comes to him. If you want to use gym equipment you only have to pay 2 dollars, and for martial arts training it only costs 5 dollars per session.
Pretty cheap. Well, he is only doing this for the legacy not for money. Many people want to learn but can't afford it, and that is my market target.
In terms of money, he still has savings and an inheritance from his dad, and for the long-term money, well Stark Industries is about to crash, and that is his time to cash in.
Woosh
The steel garage door slides up, and the entrance is now open.
Sunlight seeps into the dark hall. The middle is spacious, with large mirrors on the left side of the wall, in the center, an open space with a rubber mat is placed, and on the right side gym equipment is in place, with the wall also having a large mirror. The rear wall has a door that serves as the storage unit where other equipment is placed and also the stairs to his living quarters.
It's exactly 20 feet wide, and 15 feet high.
Time passed by and no one entered the hall.
This is normal, it has already been a year since it last opened, and he didn't really announce the opening, not even a promotional video to post on social media.
Ding~
The bell chimes as the door opens.
"Hello?" A young man peeked his head.
"Welcome, I'm the owner here, do you need anything?" He said, as he stood up from his chair behind the counter which is located near the door on the right side.
"Ah yes, I was wondering how much you charge for the gym equipment here?" The young man entered and asked.
He looked over and saw a young man, around 18 years old, with small, black, oval-shaped eyes, a notably small mouth, and a round nose.
"I forgot, my name is Kevin." The young man said, with a slight bow.
Raising an eyebrow at his behavior, "No worries, my name is Gu Xing, you can call me Coach Gu."
"Using the equipment only costs 2 dollars, there is no time limit, but the gym closes at 5 pm." Gu Xing answered.
Nodding, Kevin asks, "Then what time does it open coach?".
Gu Xing thinks for a second, and he didn't think he would face this dilemma early. He was struggling with whether to open at 10 or 12 am.
"On weekdays, the shop is open at 10 am, on weekends at 12 pm." He finally decided, while glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.
12:07 pm.
"Got it, thank you." Kevin bowed again before leaving.
"Must be fresh from the boat." He chuckled and continued to research the history of the world.
"Captain America is way cooler in these historical stories."
Stretching, he temporarily locked the door and went to eat his lunch.
He does not really need to eat anymore, but there are still things in this world you can't live without.
Like a banana smoothie.
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Boom!
The sound of a missile hitting an SUV was heard. It tumbles to the ground, fire spreading all around.
Bullet sounds can be heard, and then they stop.
Step.
Step.
The sound of footsteps walking, getting closer.
A man holding a rifle came into view, and he took a man out of the car.
He looked at the man before him and said, "You're coming with us Mr. Stark."
End.