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wielding wind in Marvel

7_night
(I have created a Patreon if you want to read the next 10 chapters of this fanfiction then go to patreon.com/7_Night ) (if you want to hear my thoughts go to X @bb43500) Stephen was an ordinary 18-year-old—boy well, not exactly ordinary. He was deeply involved with a bad crowd, enjoying the thrill as an idiot without faith, convinced he’d never be caught. He believed that if he died, there would be no heaven, no hell waiting for him. But fate had other plans: he did die, and instead of fading away, he was reincarnated into the Marvel world as a 15-year-old orphan boy named Luke Wilson. Luke didn’t know much about Marvel. With only a little information—picked up from drunken movie viewings and snippets of comic lore—he quickly realized that this world was vastly different from his own. Here, there is heaven and hell, God and the devil, and heroes who are millions of times more dangerous than he ever imagined. Terrified that his past sins might still follow him, Luke feared that if he carried them into this new life, he was destined for hell. So, when he discovered he had wind powers, he saw it as a chance to change his fate. Determined not to rescue people for selfish reasons because he knew it won’t count so he set out to become a real hero—a true good person. ——————————————————— This fanfiction will follow the same concept as my previous DC work, but set in Marvel. Instead of being celebrated simply for his existence, the hero will earn his place as any other Marvel hero—recognized through his actions rather than by default. I’ll incorporate elements from MCU Phase 2, and once that arc concludes, the story will fully embrace the Marvel comics.
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