A marvelous world

Kevin hovered in the air as he surveyed the chaos below. The city was a war zone. The panicked civilians scrambled for safety while a small group of superpowered individuals fought tooth and nail against the relentless onslaught of robots.

His sharp eyes picked them out one by one. A man with a shield deflected blows with precision, every move deliberate and calculated. His shield wasn't quite normal too as it quietly disregarded many of physics normal rules. Not far from him, another man wielding a hammer unleashed lightning that crackled through the air, sending robots flying in all directions. Then there was the guy in red armor, jetting around with ease and firing bursts of energy with pinpoint accuracy.

The speedster zipped between the enemy ranks, a silver blur too fast to track, while the girl, the one he'd just left—manipulated energy with an intensity that almost made him pause. The archer was still in the thick of it, steady and determined despite being the most outmatched of the group. And finally, the green monster—a hulking, unstoppable force—tore through the mechanical army with sheer brute strength.

Kevin's lip curled into a begrudging smirk. "Not bad," he muttered under his breath. For all their mismatched appearances, they were holding their own, fighting not just to survive but to protect the people scrambling below. Even he had to admit it was...impressive.

Still, this wasn't his fight, and he didn't owe these people anything. He was about to turn away when a metallic blur shot toward him from the corner of his vision. A robot lunged at him, its glowing red eyes locked on him as it tried to attack him.

"Not today," his expression immediately turned cold.

With a flick of his hand, he activated his magnetic powers, dragging the robot toward him through the air. It screeched and sparked as it tried to resist, but Kevin's grip was absolute. As it came close, his right arm began to shift, the smooth, tan skin replaced by the metallic texture of a Galvanic Mechamorph.

He didn't even flinch as his transformed arm merged with the robot's body, tendrils of green circuitry snaking through its core. Kevin's eyes narrowed as he delved into the machine's systems, his mind racing through its network like a predator hunting prey.

'Come on, show me something useful', he immediately thought as he ignored the faint jolt of resistance from the robot's programming. It was like cutting a butter due to the technomorphic powers of the Galvanic Mechamorph.

It didn't take long. Within seconds, he was sifting through a stream of data—maps, directives, tactical plans. Pieces of a larger puzzle began falling into place, painting a clearer picture of what these machines were after and who was controlling them.

Kevin's smirk returned, this time sharper than ever before. "Gotcha."

With a dismissive motion, he deactivated his powers, letting the now-useless husk of the robot fall to the ground far below. He had done what he wanted to.

He floated there for a moment, his gaze shifting back to the battle raging below. The group was still fighting, still giving it everything they had. For the briefest second, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. 'Why bother?' he thought. 'This isn't my problem.'

But even as he told himself that, he couldn't quite shake the grudging respect he felt for them. He hovered mid-air, staring into the chaos beneath him, as the pieces of information unraveled in his mind. It was a lot to process, but one thing stood out above all else—this wasn't his Earth.

The lack of any mention of Ben Tennyson or the Plumbers was glaring. Back home, their battles had been front-page news, the kind of thing that dominated media cycles and drew endless attention. The fact that a search yielded nothing about any of it? Not a trace of the Omnitrix, not a whisper of aliens walking among humans? That only meant one thing: he wasn't in his own dimension.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, folding his arms as he floated above the crumbling city. Dimensional fuckery wasn't exactly new to him. Being stuck in the Null Void—an interdimensional hellhole—had taught him a thing or two about the fabric of reality. What was surprising, though, was the sheer absurdity of what he'd just learned.

The hammer guy? Apparently, a literal Norse god. Thor, they called him. That was going to take some getting used to. Then there was the guy in red armor—Iron Man. Real name, Tony Stark. Billionaire playboy turned genius hero. Kevin couldn't help but scoff at that. A billionaire saving the world? Sure. Why not.

And Captain America? Steve Rogers? Kevin rolled his eyes. The guy was practically a walking history textbook—a national hero from some ancient super-soldier experiment. He carried a shield made of Vibranium, one of the strongest metals on this Earth. That caught his attention though. Back home, he would've given anything to get his hands on something like that.

Hulk, though—that was something else entirely. A scientist turned unstoppable force of nature, all thanks to an accident that Kevin couldn't help but see as poetic. He'd seen plenty of monsters in his time, but none quite like that.

And then there was Ultron. Kevin's gaze darkened at the thought of it. An AI gone rogue, capable of not only creating an army of robots but also lifting an entire city into the sky and turning it into a makeshift meteor. Sokovia, they called it. The very place where he'd landed.

The scale of it all was enough to give anyone pause. But Kevin Levin wasn't just anyone.

His fists tightened slightly as he processed everything. This wasn't his world, true enough. But that didn't mean he couldn't carve out a place for himself in it.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as the faintest flicker of ambition ignited in his chest. This world was a mess, sure. But it was ripe.

A new world. A clean slate.

The faint wind ruffled his hair as he floated there for a moment longer, taking in the chaos below. He wasn't sure where this would lead, but one thing was certain. This world had no idea what was coming.

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Kevin simply watched the unfolding battle like a bored spectator at a game he couldn't decide if he cared about. He occasionally tweaked some things so that normal people won't hurt. Just enough to give chance to other heroes. Robots occasionally broke from their assault on the others to target him, but they never even got close. A flick of his hand, a burst of energy, and they were nothing more than scrap metal raining down on the streets below.

His attention was drawn to the speedster, who zipped through the battlefield in a blur of silver and blue. Kevin raised an eyebrow as he noticed the guy had locked onto a child who'd wandered dangerously close to the crossfire.

The archer was with the kid, but he was too slow to do anything. Kevin watched as the speedster bolted toward them, placing himself squarely in the path of a barrage of bullets fired by one of the robots. It was a bold move, but also a stupid one. The bullets were aimed straight for his chest, and the guy clearly had no intention of dodging.

Kevin rolled his eyes, already feeling the headache of secondhand heroics. "Great. A martyr complex," he muttered to himself.

With a sigh, he reached out with his powers, bending the trajectories of the bullets mid-air. Their path curved unnaturally, and instead of piercing the speedster's chest, they tore into his legs. The speedster stumbled, collapsing to the ground as the child and archer scrambled to safety.

Kevin smirked to himself, pleased with the result. "There. Lesson learned," he murmured. The guy would live, though he might rethink playing the hero next time.

Not content to let the robot responsible walk away from this, Kevin clenched his fist, sending a wave of energy crashing into it. The machine crumpled into itself with a satisfying crunch, its weapons falling silent.

He shifted his gaze toward the massive ship hovering above the battlefield. According to the scraps of intel he'd pulled from the robot earlier, this was SHIELD—a government operation tasked with handling situations like these. He watched as the archer loaded the injured speedster and the frightened child into a rescue boat. Paramedics immediately tended to the speedster's bleeding leg while the archer turned back toward the fight.

One by one, the others regrouped at the epicenter of the chaos. Hammer guy, shield guy, red metal suit guy, green rage monster—they were all heading for what seemed to be the final confrontation with Ultron.

Kevin frowned. It seemed that the pieces were felling into places. "Alright," he said under his breath. "Guess it's showtime."

With a casual flick of his wrist, he crushed another robot attempting to flank him, then descended slowly toward the battlefield. His presence would be impossible to ignore now, and that was exactly how he wanted it.

Time to make his grand entrance.

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The air was thick with tension as Tony scanned the machine at the center of the chaos. The Vibranium core pulsed faintly, its energy output dangerously close to critical. If Ultron reached it and completed whatever insane plan he had in mind, the results would be catastrophic—tectonic plates shattered, earthquakes, tsunamis, and the destruction of everything they were fighting to protect.

"This has 'bad day' written all over it," Tony muttered under his breath, his HUD highlighting the encroaching wave of robots surrounding them.

Steve's voice cut through the tense silence. "You had to ask," he said dryly, glaring at Thor, who had apparently provoked Ultron with his earlier remarks.

Ultron's voice rang out, amplified and cold. One might call it theatrical too in his delivery of dialogues. "This is the best I can do. This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?"

Tony opened his mouth to fire off a retort—something snarky to match Ultron's melodrama—but then, out of nowhere, a new voice cut through the chaos.

"Ultron," it called, steady and almost amused. "Your actions have not gone unnoticed. You are special, but it won't help you against me. Bow down to me as your master, and I shall allow you the glory of serving me."