Darkness.

A deep, endless void stretched in every direction.

He felt weightless, his thoughts scattered, his very existence uncertain.

Had he died? Was this the afterlife?

Then—he felt something. A presence.

Something vast and beyond comprehension.

"You are awake at last."

The voice was everywhere. It wasn't just heard—it resonated within him, like reality itself bending to acknowledge its owner.

A brilliant white light erupted in the void, illuminating an incomprehensible figure, both humanoid and infinite, ever-shifting yet constant.

"Who… are you?" he asked, or at least he thought he did.

"A being beyond your understanding. But for now, you may call me… God."

The revelation sent a shock through him. His memories—fragmented, blurred—rushed back. His past life. His death. And now, he was here. Wherever here was.

"Am I dead?" he asked cautiously.

A deep chuckle echoed through the void. "Not quite. You were chosen, plucked from your dying world and reborn into another. A world of heroes and monsters, of gods and mortals. A world on the edge of chaos."

The MCU.

The knowledge crashed into him all at once. The Avengers. S.H.I.E.L.D. Thanos. The cosmic forces that would shape the universe's destiny. And now—he was part of it.

Then came something more. A surge of understanding about his new body. His new self.

"I have given you a form of unrivaled might," God continued. "You are reborn as Gogeta, a fusion of two legendary warriors. But you are more. You possess the boundless potential of Broly, the destructive might of Beerus, and the divine power of the Angels. You are, in every way, a being beyond this universe's limits."

His breath hitched. Gogeta? Beerus? Broly? He knew what that meant. He had watched Dragon Ball. He knew what they were capable of. And now… that power was his?

"Why me?" he asked, still struggling to comprehend it all.

"Because in your heart, you desired strength, purpose. And now, you have it. But remember this—this world is not a game. Your choices will shape its fate."

The void around him trembled, reality itself shifting. He could feel himself being pulled away.

"Wait!" he called out. "What am I supposed to do?!"

"Live. Fight. Protect… or destroy. The choice is yours."

With those final words, everything shattered.

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A deafening explosion shook the ground as his body slammed into the earth like a meteor, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Birds fled from the treetops, animals scattered, and the very land trembled beneath his sheer presence.

Then—silence.

For a long moment, he lay there, face down in the center of a smoking crater, his mind racing to catch up. His body felt different. Strong. More alive than ever before. His muscles hummed with energy, his senses sharper than he could ever remember.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, dirt and dust falling from his form.

He was… tall. Muscular. Clad in the familiar fusion vest of Gogeta, but something about it felt more. Like it belonged to him. He clenched his fists, and just that simple motion sent a ripple through the air, the very gravity around him shifting slightly.

His golden wristbands gleamed under the sunlight, his dark Saiyan boots digging into the earth. He exhaled, the mere force of his breath kicking up debris around him.

He looked up at the sky. The sun shone brightly above, but something was off. The air smelled different. The gravity was weaker than he was used to. And most importantly—his instincts screamed that this was not the world he once knew.

"This… is real," he muttered. His voice was deep, powerful, carrying an almost ethereal resonance.

He had been reborn.

And he was not alone.

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Miles away, deep within a S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance outpost, alarms blared. Screens flashed warnings, and agents scrambled to make sense of the readings.

"Director Fury, we have a situation," Agent Hill announced, striding into the command center with urgency.

Nick Fury turned from the monitor he was observing, his one good eye narrowing. "Talk to me."

Hill gestured toward the main screen, where satellite footage replayed a fiery explosion deep in a forested area. "This wasn't an impact from a falling satellite. There was no object detected entering Earth's atmosphere.

Whatever this was, it came out of nowhere."

Fury leaned forward. "Damage report?"

"Minimal structural impact—localized to a single clearing. But the energy readings are off the charts. Gamma levels, thermal displacement, even the gravity around the area fluctuated for a few seconds."

Fury's expression darkened. "Any signs of hostiles?"

Hill hesitated. "No known weapons signatures. No mechanical parts, no tech residue. Whatever caused this… it is alive."

Fury crossed his arms, thinking. "How close is the nearest response team?"

"ETA ten minutes," Hill replied.

Fury shook his head. "Pull them back."

Hill raised an eyebrow. "Sir?"

Fury turned, his expression unreadable. "If this thing is dangerous, we don't send cannon fodder. We send her."

Hill instantly understood. She picked up her comm and spoke into it.

"Black Widow, we have an assignment for you."

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Back at the impact site, Gogeta stood at the edge of his crater, testing his power.

With a mere thought, he vanished from the spot—only to reappear on a distant mountain peak in an instant. His speed was instantaneous, his control effortless. He barely exerted any energy, yet he could feel the sheer scale of his strength. It was intoxicating.

He grinned. This is going to be fun.

Then—he felt it.

A presence.

It was distant, but focused.

Calculated. Tracking him.

His grin faded. He had seen enough movies to recognize what this meant.

Someone was coming for him.

And he had a feeling it wouldn't be just anyone.

Somewhere in the distance, unseen but closing in, a certain red-haired assassin had just been given her mission.

And she never missed her target.

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(First chap done how was it?????)