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Cheating My Way Through Marvel and Beyond
Chapter 1: Boom! Welcome to Rock Bottom
Synopsis:
Jack was just your average dude—until BAM!—he woke up in a world where men wear metal suits, green rage monsters smash cities, and Norse gods swing hammers like baseball bats.
Now, he's in Marvel, watching Tony Stark blow things up.
Armed with a mysterious cheat, a harp wit, and a name that makes even Stark do a double-take, Jack's ready to bullshit his way to the top.
Whether it's outsmarting billionaires, punching through walls, or making double-sided jokes that fly over Captain America's head, he's here to have fun—and maybe, just maybe, become the strongest bastard in the universe while he's at it.
One thing's for sure—Marvel has no idea what's coming.
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Chapter 1: Boom! Welcome to Rock Bottom
"AHH! FUCK!"
Jack shot up, gasping for air, his heart pounding like a war drum. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged.
"What the hell?! Where am I?"
He blinked rapidly, trying to process his surroundings. The dim, flickering light overhead barely illuminated the cramped, musty room. Peeling wallpaper. A damp, moldy smell. A rickety old fan spinning lazily in the corner, making a sad creaking noise.
This was not his bedroom.
"Wait… wasn't I just at home watching a movie?"
His mind scrambled for answers. He had a habit of watching movies late at night, phone plugged in because he was too paranoid about the battery dying. Maybe it was the summer heat, or maybe his phone was just a piece of shit, but—
BOOM!
His phone had exploded.
And now… he was here.
"What the fuck happened?! Did I… transmigrate?!"
Before he could even attempt to make sense of things, a tsunami of foreign memories came crashing into his mind.
Jack clutched his head as the information poured in.
And what he saw pissed him off.
The previous owner of this body—also named Jack—had the worst luck imaginable.
His parents? Dead.
His inheritance? Scammed away by greedy relatives.
His business? Destroyed after being backstabbed by a "friend" and a cheating girlfriend.
His financial situation? Five hundred thousand dollars in debt, with exactly eighty bucks to his name.
Jack exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples.
"Damn. Even side characters in a tragedy get a better deal than this poor bastard."
His gaze shifted to the bedside table, where a small bottle of rat poison sat.
The air in the tiny, converted garage-turned-rental felt suffocating.
"Betrayed, broke, and stuck in this dump… What a fucking jackpot."
For a brief moment, he actually considered drinking the poison.
"Maybe… if I die again, I'll get a better restart?"
But the thought quickly vanished.
"Fuck that. Even a shitty life is still life. And now that I'm here, there's no way I'm going out like some tragic side character."
Just as he was trying to figure out his next move—
"World entrance detected. System binding in progress…"
Jack froze.
"Wait. What?"
Beep!
"Binding successful. System activated. Host: Jack. A world entrance has been detected. Do you wish to travel to another world immediately?"
Jack nearly choked on his own spit.
"Hold the hell up! Explain first!"
"This system allows the host to travel between worlds. Completing tasks earns points, which can be exchanged for rewards in the system mall."
Jack's lips curled into a smirk.
"A cheat. I actually have a cheat system!"
"Alright, open the mall. Let's see what goodies I can get."
"Insufficient access. The mall unlocks after completing your first task."
"...Of course."
"Rewards include skills, gene enhancements, money, and more… Please unlock the mall for details."
Jack exhaled sharply.
"Fine. What about the 'world entrance'? What does that mean?"
"Traveling to other worlds requires coordinates. I detected residual world coordinates on the host."
A vision suddenly flashed in Jack's mind—
A massive, clunky steel suit raising its right arm at the entrance of a cave. Flames spewing outward.
An endless desert.
Jack's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait. No way."
"This is… the movie I was watching before my phone exploded?"
Iron Man.
Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Jack sucked in a breath.
"A world of superheroes, gods, and planet-destroying threats?! Are you shitting me? What the hell am I supposed to do there?!"
He quickly tried to reason with the system.
"Listen, buddy. That world is insanely dangerous. Can I get some kind of starter pack? You know, so I don't immediately become street decor?"
"You get what you pay for. The host should understand this principle. Besides, in your current situation, what do you even have to lose?"
Jack felt his eye twitch.
"...Tch. Asshole."
But the system wasn't wrong. I have nothing to lose.
A dead-end life here. A golden opportunity ahead.
He licked his lips, the thrill of something new starting to set in.
"No more hesitation. I'm in. Start the transfer!"
"Confirmed. World travel initiation will freeze real-world time. You may return after completing required tasks. Preparing transfer in 3… 2… 1…"
Jack's vision snapped to black.
A New World
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in the middle of a run-down street.
The air smelled of gasoline and cheap food. Garbage and fallen leaves littered the pavement. The two-story buildings looked like they hadn't seen maintenance in decades.
A stray dog trotted past, giving Jack a look of deep disappointment before moving on.
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too, mutt."
Jack stretched, cracking his neck.
"System, where am I?"
"Identity loaded. Relevant memories available. Please access them yourself."
A flood of new memories appeared in his mind—but unlike the original Jack's memories, these weren't fully integrated. They felt more like a file he had to skim through.
His new name was still Jack.
"Alright, let's see…"
22 years old. Graduated from UCLA.
A brilliant student, good enough to earn a scholarship from Stark Industries. That scholarship had landed him an internship at Stark Industries.
Jack smirked.
"Not bad! At least I'm close to the protagonist of this world. Meeting Tony Stark as an intern might be tough, but hey, I've got a shot."
But then—something even bigger popped up in his memory.
"When I was 13, my neighbors' home was attacked by Hydra terrorists. The battle spilled into our house."
"My parents… they died that day."
Jack clenched his fists.
"The neighbor, feeling guilty, took care of me afterward. Sponsored my education, helped me survive. And now, I came to Baltimore to tell him the good news about my Stark internship."
His breath hitched as he read the man's name.
Isaiah Bradley.
Jack's eyes widened.
The first super soldier before Steve Rogers.
A forgotten hero. A man experimented on, imprisoned for 30 years, and constantly hunted by Hydra.
Jack took a deep breath, his mind racing.
"This… just got interesting."
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Chapter 2: Bullet to the Chest, Super Serum to the Veins
Jack had no idea why the system dropped him into this body, in this place, at this time.
"Seriously, what the hell is going on?"
The system, ever the helpful guide, responded with its usual bullshit.
"Figure it out yourself."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Wow, thanks. So glad I have you around."
Still, as fragmented memories surfaced in his mind, things started making some sense. The system didn't completely screw him over—his identity had some perks.
Flipping through Isaiah's memories as he walked, Jack took in the streets of Baltimore. Run-down houses, cracked sidewalks, and that distinct smell of old concrete and fast food grease. A couple of stray cats prowled around an overflowing dumpster, probably fighting for scraps.
After a few blocks, he stopped in front of a worn-down house. The paint was peeling, the fence was barely standing, and the mailbox looked like it had survived a war.
Jack hesitated for a second before pressing the doorbell.
A deep, rough voice answered. "Who is it?"
The door creaked open, revealing an old man with graying hair and a thick beard. The dude was supposed to be pushing ninety, but he barely looked sixty. Strong build, sharp eyes—like he could still throw hands if needed.
Isaiah Bradley.
The moment Isaiah saw him, his face softened. "Oh! Jack, my boy! You okay?"
Before Jack could react, the old man pulled him into a hug.
Jack stiffened for a second before patting Isaiah's back. Might as well play along.
Isaiah pulled back, eyes scanning him. "The hell's gotten into you, kid? Something happen?"
Jack shook his head quickly. "Nah, just… I was thinking about how you've always been the same since I was a kid. I'm already out of college, and you haven't aged a damn day. Makes me feel some kinda way, y'know?"
Isaiah snorted. "You know damn well why. The serum slowed my aging, made me tougher than most folks."
There was something bitter in his voice. The same serum that gave him strength also chained him to a life of suffering—thirty years of torture and experiments.
Isaiah shook his head. "Come inside. No point in talking about that crap."
Jack followed him in. According to his memories, Isaiah had been like family. After Jack's parents passed, Isaiah had raised him for a while before sending him to a foster home—trying to protect him from the ghosts of his past.
They sat down, and Isaiah gave him a once-over. "Didn't you say you were looking for a job in L.A.? Why'd you come all the way back just to see an old man like me?"
Jack grinned. "Got an internship at Stark Industries. Figured I'd drop by and let you know."
Isaiah's eyebrows shot up. "Oh shit! Stark Industries?! That's incredible, kid! I knew you had it in you! We gotta celebrate—get some good food, grab a couple of drinks!"
Just as Isaiah stood up—
BANG!
The window shattered.
Isaiah had instinctively moved—right out of the way.
Jack barely had time to process before something hot tore through his chest.
The force knocked him back. His vision blurred, and a sharp, burning pain spread from the wound.
Blood soaked his shirt.
"Oh, fuck—" Jack coughed, but his voice was weak. His body felt cold, limbs heavy. His mind screamed at him to move, to do something, but his strength was draining fast.
His last thought before the darkness swallowed him was:
"Goddamn it, this is some bullshit."
.....
Pain.
No, agony.
It felt like his blood was boiling, like his very bones were being torn apart and rebuilt at the same time.
Then came the itching.
Not the kind you could scratch, but the deep, maddening kind—like ants crawling under his skin, chewing at his muscles.
Time lost all meaning. He was trapped in an endless void of suffering, helpless to do anything but endure.
Then, finally—
Light.
Jack's eyes flew open.
The first thing he saw was Isaiah's face, eyes red-rimmed with worry.
"You're awake… Thank God. Dammit, kid, I told you coming here was a bad idea."
Jack groaned, trying to sit up. "Shit… I got shot, right?"
The room was dark—probably a basement. The air smelled of alcohol and antiseptic. A heart rate monitor beeped softly next to him, and beside it was a tray full of bloody gauze and surgical tools.
And next to it—
A bullet.
His bullet.
Isaiah sighed. "Yeah. You lost a lot of blood. I had to deal with the shooter first, then patch you up myself. There wasn't time to get you to a hospital."
Jack frowned. "Wait… shouldn't I still be in pain?"
He looked down. The bullet wound was gone.
Scabbed over, but no stitches.
And he felt… strong. Not just "I can sit up" strong, but "I could punch through a damn wall" strong.
"Uh… how long was I out?" Jack asked.
Isaiah checked his watch. "Less than three hours."
Jack's stomach dropped. "What the hell? That's not normal!"
Isaiah sighed. "I didn't have much choice. You lost too much blood, and we have the same blood type. I… had to transfuse some of mine into you."
Jack's eyes widened. "Wait. Hold up. You gave me… super soldier blood?!"
His hands twitched as he gripped the bed's metal railing—
CRACK.
The metal bent like a cheap soda can.
Jack stared at it. Then at his hands.
"...Holy shit."
Isaiah sighed, standing up. "I'll get you some water."
Jack's mind was racing. He just got shot, nearly died, and now he was a goddamn super soldier?!
There was only one explanation for this.
"System! The hell did you do?!" Jack called out in his mind.
The system's voice chimed in smugly.
"Congratulations! You've received the Newbie Gift Pack! This world is dangerous, so I gave you a little survival bonus. Surprise!"
Jack exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples.
"'Surprise' my ass! I almost fucking died!"
"Details, details. Look on the bright side! Now you have the strength to thrive in this world!"
Jack shook his head. His luck was ridiculous. One second he was dying, and now he was a goddamn super soldier.
Still, he couldn't help but grin.
"Well… guess I'm rolling with it."
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Chapter 3: The Super Soldier Shortcut and a Meeting with a Billionaire
A super soldier casually donating blood and turning someone into another super soldier?
Jack would've called bullshit on that back on Earth.
But this was the Marvel world—where a radioactive spider bite could give you abs and super strength instead of a hospital bill and a funeral. And hey, he had a cheat system too, so anything was possible.
"Well, at least I finally have something to protect myself with," Jack mused.
Just to test things out, he found a quiet street, crouched down, and casually lifted one side of a parked pickup truck with one hand. It wasn't even that heavy. The damn thing felt like a filled grocery bag.
Isaiah, on the other hand, looked downright guilty about the whole situation.
After making Jack swear on whatever he believed in that he wouldn't flaunt his powers like a jackass, the old man packed him up and sent him on his way with red-rimmed eyes.
Jack knew what that meant.
Isaiah was gonna disappear.
The moment Jack walked out of his basement, the old man would pack up and move to another secret hideout. The system had modified their relationship, but Isaiah's genuine care was real. Jack made a mental note to repay him someday.
For now, he had more pressing concerns.
Like the system's first mission.
Because the system had just handed him his first mission.
[Main Mission: Get Tony Stark's Attention]
Objective: Successfully make Tony Stark remember your name to set up future missions.
PS: Even with the system, you still need to latch onto the rich if you want to climb the ladder, newbie.
Jack sighed. "So, I'm still stuck playing sidechick to the billionaires, huh?"
That was easier said than done.
Tony Stark wasn't just some businessman. He was a genius, a billionaire, and the most arrogant playboy in the country. Getting close to him without setting off alarm bells was going to be a nightmare.
Using his new strength to make an impression was a no-go. The last thing Jack wanted was to end up like Isaiah—hunted and experimented on by the government.
No, he had to play this smart. He had two days before his internship started at Stark Industries. That gave him some time to think.
With that in mind, Jack booked a flight and left the East Coast, heading straight for Los Angeles.
Intern Life at Stark Industries
Jack booked a flight from the East Coast to Los Angeles, where Stark Industries' main headquarters was located.
His internship position? Laboratory assistant.
Which was just a fancy way of saying "corporate errand boy."
Jack spent his days copying documents, running coffee, and occasionally washing out beakers like some glorified high school chemistry student.
Not exactly the thrilling superhero start he imagined.
But the pay was decent, the work was easy, and hey, at least he wasn't getting shot at. Yet.
Two months passed, and he still hadn't even caught a glimpse of Tony Stark.
Meanwhile, the real villain of Iron Man, Obadiah Stane, had popped into the lab a few times, but Jack had only seen him from a distance.
"This isn't working," Jack muttered to himself as he stirred his coffee in the break room. "At this rate, Iron Man's gonna have grandkids before I finish this damn mission."
As he grumbled to himself, a middle-aged scientist with a receding hairline and a white lab coat strolled in, holding his own cup of coffee.
"Jack, my boy!" The man, Dr. Rex, clapped Jack on the back. "Why the long face? Girl trouble? Or did someone steal your lunch from the fridge again?"
Jack smirked. "I dunno, Doc. You ever feel like you're stuck doing all the hard work while someone else gets all the glory?"
Dr. Rex laughed. "Welcome to science, kid. But cheer up! I've got some good news."
Jack raised a brow. "Good news? Please tell me the janitor finally fixed the bathroom on our floor. I swear, after what I saw in there last time, I had to question if humans are really the smartest species on this planet."
Dr. Rex snorted. "No, no—better than that. Your internship is almost up, right?"
Jack nodded. "Yeah, three months next week. Why?"
Dr. Rex leaned in conspiratorially. "Because when interns finish their trial period, Tony Stark himself comes down to do the final evaluation."
Jack blinked. "Wait. You're telling me Tony Freaking Stark interviews every new full-time hire?"
Dr. Rex smirked. "Of course! It's a company tradition. Every intern spends three months rotating through departments, then they get a final interview before their job placement is decided. And guess who decides where they go?"
Jack grinned. "Let me guess. A certain billionaire genius playboy philanthropist?"
"Bingo." Dr. Rex gave him a thumbs-up. "So if you want to get noticed, that's your shot!"
Jack suppressed the urge to fist-pump.
This was it.
The golden—no, platinum opportunity to complete his mission.
Now, he just had to figure out how to make Tony Stark remember his name… without looking like an idiot.
A week later, the big day arrived.
Jack was told to report directly to the top floor—Tony Stark's personal workspace.
Only a select few people had access to this level, including Obadiah, Pepper, and Stark's inner circle.
Being called up here meant one thing: he was finally going to meet Iron Man himself.
After getting past security, Jack found himself in a small conference room with about a dozen other interns.
One by one, Pepper Potts walked in, calling names.
Jack waited, watching as the interns disappeared one by one into the lion's den.
Then, finally—
"Jack… MrThrustalot?"
Pepper furrowed her brows slightly as she looked at his name.
Jack fought back a smirk. "That's me! But you can call me Jack. MrThrustalot is a mouthful."
A few of the other interns snickered.
Pepper gave him a long, unreadable look before sighing. "Right. Come with me. Mr. Stark is waiting for you."
Jack followed her with a grin, his mind already racing with ideas.
Tony Stark was about to remember his name—whether he liked it or not.
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Chapter 4: Thrusting Into Greatness
The interview room looked nothing like a boring corporate office.
No rows of desks. No stiff-backed chairs.
Instead, a full-sized boxing ring took center stage.
Jack took one look and immediately recognized it—this was the same spot where Tony Stark had interviewed Black Widow in Iron Man 2.
Jack smirked. "Yup, figures. No way Tony Stark would sit behind a desk looking serious. Not his style."
As he stepped inside, the door swung open.
A man with a goatee and sunglasses strolled in, looking Jack up and down.
"British?" Tony Stark asked, tilting his head.
Jack blinked. "Me? Nah, American."
Tony grinned, pumped his fist, and turned to Happy Hogan—his burly bodyguard—who sighed, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and slapped it onto the table.
Jack chuckled. "Did you seriously bet on my ethnicity?"
"Of course," Tony said. "It's the only way Happy ever makes money off me. Now, let's get this over with."
He leaned against the ring ropes. "First of all—congrats! You survived three months of unpaid corporate slavery. Your internship report is solid—A-grade. Your lab supervisor likes you, says you're helpful."
Jack nodded, suppressing a smirk. If only they knew the real reason behind his 'helpfulness'—super serum perks.
Tony glanced at the file in his hand. "Now, let's talk career choices. Your résumé says you studied law. So, do you wanna stick to the lab work or switch to legal?"
Jack blinked. Law?
Oh. Right. The original Jack probably had a legal background.
"Uh… yeah, about that," Jack said, scratching his head. "I'm, uh… not really into law. At all."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Huh. You sure? Usually, people lie to make themselves look better."
Jack grinned. "Nah, I prefer being honest. But if you're looking for a special skill, I do know a little Kung Fu."
Tony smirked. "Oh? How 'little' are we talking?"
Jack wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. "Let's just say… if a fight gets too intense, I know exactly when to pull out."
Tony blinked. Then he snorted, laughing. "Okay, I walked into that one."
Jack shrugged. "It's a common discipline thing, y'know? Breathing, movement, and… proper thrust control."
Happy, who had been silently sipping his coffee, choked.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Jack kept his face dead serious. "If you wanna master Kung Fu, you gotta learn how to thrust properly. Too weak? No impact. Too strong? You'll leave 'em breathless in one go. Gotta pace yourself."
Tony lost it. He doubled over laughing, hands on his knees. "Holy shit. Happy, I don't care if this guy sucks at his job—he's hired."
Jack grinned. Mission accomplished.
"Alright, alright," Tony said, catching his breath. "Back to the topic—how good are you at Kung Fu, really?"
Jack waved a hand. "I can handle, oh… maybe ten of the big guy standing next to you?"
Happy narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"
Jack grinned wider. "Maybe twelve, if I stretch first."
Happy cracked his knuckles.
Tony, clearly entertained, leaned in. "Hold up, hold up. Before my guy here breaks your face, let's do a quick test run."
Jack shrugged. "Sure. Got a sandbag?"
Tony gestured to the heavy punching bag hanging in the corner.
Jack walked up to it, stretched his arms, and took a deep breath.
Then—
BANG!
The entire sandbag exploded with a single punch.
Sand burst out like fireworks, ripping the bag apart.
Happy froze.
Tony took off his sunglasses. "Huh."
Pepper, who had just walked in, stared. "What the hell?"
Jack dusted off his hands. "Yeah, so… like I was saying, my Kung Fu isn't great for sparring. Hard to control the power, y'know? If I hit a real person, there might be… medical bills involved."
Happy swallowed hard.
Tony grinned like a kid in a candy store. "Okay, now you've got my attention. What the hell was that? That's some 'punch through a steel door' kind of strength. How'd you do it?"
Jack shrugged. "Years of training. Painful, boring training. Not really your thing, Mr. Stark."
Tony frowned. "Excuse me?"
Jack smirked. "No offense, but you don't exactly scream 'disciplined martial artist.'"
Tony squinted. "Are you saying I couldn't do it?"
Jack grinned wider. "I'm saying it takes years of practice. You have the patience for that?"
Tony opened his mouth—then closed it.
For some reason, Jack's words hit a nerve.
Maybe it was because he'd spent his whole life hearing how he wasn't disciplined enough. Maybe it reminded him of his father constantly comparing him to Steve Rogers.
Either way, Tony crossed his arms. "Oh, now you've done it. Now I'm gonna have to prove you wrong."
Jack chuckled. "Good luck with that, Mr. Stark."
Tony huffed and glanced at Jack's file again—then suddenly froze.
His eyes slowly drifted up.
Then, with the biggest smirk, he asked, "Hold up. Your last name is... MrThrustalot?"
Jack nodded, deadpan. "Yup. Family name. Goes back generations. Deep, thrusting roots."
Tony put a hand over his heart. "I… I don't think I've ever been this happy."
Jack tilted his head. "What, you gonna take another bet on my name now?"
Tony wiped away a fake tear. "No, I'm just—man, I don't think I'll ever forget you now."
He pointed at Happy. "This guy? He'll forget your name in ten seconds. But me? Jack MrThrustalot? That's legendary."
Jack grinned. Bingo. Mission accomplished.
[Ding!]
[Mission Completed: Tony Stark Will Remember Your Name!]
Reward: 500 Points
[System Shop Unlocked!]
Jack resisted the urge to pump his fist.
Today was a damn good day.