As a rather lonesome person, I have spent the majority of my time with myself throughout the years of my life.

There was of course family around me and some rare friend here and there, but really...I was the most comfortable when alone.

As such, I spent many a hour just thinking about questions and topics, one normally wouldn't.

Questions like: Is there any good in the human heart? What would death be like? What would I do, if given power beyond human possibility? Does something like a 'true hero' exists? Am I a good person? Or am I a bad person? And does it even matter? Etc.

I have to admit, that I have a very somber outlook on life and humanity as a whole. There wasn't much sympathy and practically no selflessness inside of me.

That wasn't to say that I would not give my life for my family or to save an innocent child, but a large part of that willingness came with the fact that I did not value my own life that much.

Living for me was an endless loop of responsibilities, suffering and societal pressure. Not something I would be particular sad, if I lost all that.

As you have probably realised by now, I was not a philantrop and not much of a hedonist either.

So what is it that I wanted out of my life? Maybe just something that truly mattered. Something real, something substantial.

No idea, what that something is, but I just hoped to find it someday.

I did not.

Instead I died one night, as a fire broke out in my apartment building. I burned alive, as did several other people.

Well, I did say that life was an endless loop of suffering and my death just proved me right.

Well, kinda... Anyway. Why this internal monologue even though I had died a painful and gruesome death?

What would you say, if I told you that the biggest question I would ever ask myself came in the form of an offer presented to my by some godly being?

What if, after my death, I had met an omnipotent being that gave me the chance at a new life, while throwing in some wishes?

And what would I wish for?

This is the story about my choice. My choice to be transmigrated as Pietro Maximoff, a.k.a Quicksilver.

Why you ask? First of all I always liked him best and second... well, I didn't really need another reason, now did I? It is a wish afterall.