"... I can't believe I actually look better dead." Evan didn't consider himself as a vain man yet even he couldn't help but admire his own reflection at this moment. Sure, he wasn't on the higher end of the looks scale, but definitely better than average. A solid 6, maybe 6.5 on a good day. His short black hair may have had a permanently messy bedhead look to them, but he took good care in his hygienics and they were soft and silky smooth. In his not so humble opinion his thick-rimmed glasses only served to make his deep blue eyes pop all that much more. He was by no means the most athletic kid running around, but he kept himself fit, and he even had abs!

Ok, so maybe that last one was mostly due to how skinny he was and the low body fat percentage, but he still had them and that's what counted.

However, as he looked in the mirror, what greeted him was a hauntingly familiar visage, yet very different appearance. His sun-kissed tan skin now seemed pale and perpetually bathed in moonlight, his chin-length mop white as fresh snow, and his neon green eyes were quietly burning embers that quite literally glowed in the dark.

The amount of time he had spent that first day after his change staring at himself in the mirror might've impressed even Narcissus himself. In his defense, it wasn't like it was every day you wake up in a world based on comics with superpowers from an entirely different franchise.

He was only thankful there wasn't a stupid emblazed D on his Chest, or worse... Jack Fenton's face.

He might've had to kill himself, again, if he had to go around with that as his symbol. Dying once was enough, thank you very much. The last thing he needed was to wake up in some other fucked up universe like Warhammer 40k or Resident Evil, but without having his own badass powers.

The sound of soft footsteps and the creaking of stairs was enough to break him out of his thoughts. A series of knocks from the other side of the door.

"Dear..? Are you almost done in there? I would like to use the shower before bed."

Sarah Wil-something. Evan didn't know, didn't care to remember her name. She was the girlfriend of the man he was currently using to get by. Erik White. Said man was currently slumped unconscious on the toilet seat. It's been about a week or so since he started using this particular "coat" so maybe it was time for him to move on.

Long term possession by him wasn't healthy, to say the least, and he was starting to overstay his welcome. The last thing he needed was S.H.I.E.L.D or God forbid, Doctor Strange himself on the case of people randomly having weeks of memory lapse in town for seemingly no reason. Evan would rather visit the land of the dead on his own terms, thank you very much, no need for an all-expenses-paid-trip to Hell via Sorcerer Supreme for him, no siree.

Within a moment he overshadowed the man once more and opened the door with a smile.

Stolen novel; please report.

"All yours, m'lady." Usually, he picked people without close friends or family so that he wouldn't raise any suspicion, but lately, he found that if he focused he could actually tap into his host's personality and bits of their memories. Which made learning about the new world he was in and getting himself a rather generous... Let's go with "donation"- all the easier.

Sarah's eyebrows scrunched up as she stared at him. He felt his shoulders tense and his jaw locks up at the look. Was she on to him? Should he run? No, that'd only raise more suspicion. Knock her out? Or maybe put Erik back to "sleep" and then possess Sarah so she won't remember the last five minutes?

Just as he was ready to charge up a low powered blast of Ecto-plasm, the lady placed a hand on her hip and the other pointing back towards the bathroom.

"Seriously, Erik? Wash your hands after you use the bathroom, God, you're so gross."

Evan's face and body suddenly became slacked at the unexpected response before he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head before heading back into the bathroom.

"Oh... Haha, sorry, I forgot."

The lady didn't know just how close she just came from getting a concussion and an all-inclusive trip to the local hospital.

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Let's see... Xavier's school, Hellfire Club, Stark Industries, Baxter building, and Oscorps is here... Oh, and S.H.I.E.L.D.

I don't really want to get involved in any of that bullshit even with a 30 feet long steel pole.

But it would be really fucking stupid to just leave it up to the heroes to save the day. That was basically a coin flip. Leave my fate to someone else? Yeah, no, fuck that. The best way to secure my dream of a leisurely life is to become strong enough that nobody can fuck with me.

New York will be a centerpiece of things to come, but fortunately, I seemed to be placed in an early time of Marvel, the only "Super" you really hear about is Captain America, and that's only in history books and shows. I still had time to stack the deck in my favor before shit hits the fan.

And by the Gods, I was going to milk every advantage for all its worth.

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...Goddamnit, why didn't Marvel have more supernatural characters?! And why didn't I read more comics?!

Dracula, Lilith, Morbius(?), Blade, Morgana, Elsa Bloodstone, Doctor Strange, Umar, Werewolf by night... Basically nobody I could contact or make a deal with, well not without potentially dying a terrible death or risk eternal servitude and torment anyways. Not that I even know where the hell to find them. This sucked. After three months I still haven't managed to unlock any of the more advanced ghost powers I knew was possible.

Possession, invisibility, ghost rays, intangibility, flight, super strength, super speed, and super durability.

Not a bad list at all, in terms of street-level heroes I was actually probably up there. Just by the fact that I literally couldn't be touched by most opponents and could blast them from a distance while flying meant that I had a stupidly large advantage against anyone without magic or without Stark level bullshit advanced technology that was indistinguishable from said magic.

But I wasn't worried about street thugs, I had to figure out how to deal with things that can eat nukes for breakfast. Maybe even the entire damn planet if Galactus decided to show up.

Which meant I either had to learn to access the Ghost Zone really fast, the question of if it even existed here being quite concerning, or get really really strong really really fast.

Which meant I needed help.

Someone to teach me to expand on my own powers or something new to work with. I wasn't a genius, so I went with the obvious choice. Magic.

Now if only I could remember the goddamn village that the Ancient One was in...