After a long day of work in my boring office job I, Michal Phillups, usually go to the bar that is just down the street from my apartment, that is also conveniently inbetween me and the train station so its not like I go out of my way every weekday for a drink.

Today, is no differant I just walk in and get to the bar, and like usual the drink I usually order is already infront of me before I even look up to ask, the barmaid same one every thursday had already prepaired it for me, I give her my usual grin and nod and slap down the cash for the drink and sit down for a night of getting drunk.

after my fourth or fifth drink... or was it ... naw just after a few drinks I started thinking about that new movie that was comming out that one with the heros I think... Oh thats right that marvel movie. I coulda swore I just heard tires squeling outside, probably some drunk guy driving home again... I stand up to leave but then a loud crash or was it an explosion?

oh well it sounded far away. I should get going home its kinda late I look at my wrist watch its just blinking, damn I shoulda got a mechanical watch instead of one of those digital ones... I sigh and move to the door to leave.

another loud explosion went off this time it was definately an explosion... I can tell cause the front door witch I thought was just a flimbsy wooden door turned out to have its inside reinforced with steel flying right at me... lets just say I really don't remeber what happened much after I tried to duck the door and caught the bottom edge of the door on my forehead. the pain cleared my head a bit I grab my head and groan, but then I remember that the bartender was a girl instead now its a tall african american dude holding what looks like an old pump action shotgun with a really large barrel that was probably far too short for it to be any which way legal aimed at the entryway.

at this point I noticed what he was aiming at a bunch of men wearing nice suits and hats with small concealable sub machine guns. but they weren't aiming at him they were aiming at me or more acurately the door that should have been shattered but was instead imbedded into the wall behind me. somehow that door didn't kill me, as that thought went through my head I saw what was pinned against the broken door.

It looked like a knight but there was no blood it looked like oil and steam were comming out it, I swear it made a sound like a preasure cooker releasing its air and its one arm lifted up and the plates fell off revealing gears and pullies in his arm.

it was holding an old watch those ones you see in westerns those pocket watches. the bartender took this time to shoot at the men entering the door the noise was loud and judging by the sounds hit even the ones that fanned out inside with its spread.

the construct in the door shook its broken hand at me and its pinky fell of. no words were spoken but I kept motioning the watch at me for me to take it, I took a quick glance at the door way people stopped comming into the door and the bartender was now at the window shooting out. my gut was telling me if I didn't take that watch I would always be returning to my office job and getting black out drunk afterwards but this watch promised me something special, and im not just talking about never haveing to replace my watch batteries.

so I reached out and took the watch and looked at what was left of the head of the construct, I saw what I now realised was actually so full of gears of varrying sizes and it told me that the watch contained the knowledge of machines before its gears stoped spinning.

I looked down at the machine after standing up and said one thing, 

"Thank you"

Nodding my head at what was left of the construct I went towards the back door and left the area using the side allys, good thing I was always drunk going home I know these ways well.

after making it to my little apartment I went to bed my head still hurt from that door and I could tell the alcohol has been keeping me from feeling too much pain.

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The Next Morning

After waking up I had the worst migrain i've ever felt, probably drinking too much again...

"Ugggh need to stop drinking so much" I said to no one in particular. It was a very bad idea as the act of talking made it hurt more 

managing to get up and get to my bathroom I left the medicine cabinet open again, well thats not so bad easier for me in this case. reaching up and grabing something for the pain I popped 4 of them into my mouth right away and using the sink to wash them down. this time I closed the cabinet and clean up for work for another long day.

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I froze when I saw what was in the mirror, it was my face alright... with two black eyes and a huge red line in the center of my forhead where the bruise was originating from, that door really did a number on my face... wait. what door? I remember a door caused this but I dont remember a door... need to think. then I felt something in my poket. pulling it out I noticed it was a pocket watch, then the memories came back to me of that night of the door then the shotgun then an armored robot? and the watch...

After a while of processing this I decided to call in sick today... after finding my phone somehow miraculously survived all that called my boss.

I got an answering machine, Oh right he doesn't come into work untill noon, I just left a message anyways. "Hey Boss Man... its Michal sorry to tell you but im not going to be able to go into work for a while I was injured so im going to have to use my sickdays, sorry"

hanging up immediatly and then contemplating how I am going to spend the next while fixing my face. when there was a knock on my door, thats new no one ever visits me.

looking through the peephole it looks to be a new neighbor who moved in into the room next to mine judging by the boxes. but she looked nice like real nice. then I saw what was probably her son or something and it took me a minute to place who it was but when it did, the world seemed to slot into place around me and everything made sence all of a sudden. that was peter parker moving in next to me. that would make her may parker, she knocked again and I hit my head against the door in fright and cursing while it was happening opened the door.

still holding my head may stood in shock at the poor man still in the clothes he wore to the bar last night with two black eyes and probably still smelling like alcohol, I can only imagine how I look right now probably not much of a first impression...

after a few minutes of staring at me she finaly said something

"Umm Im May and im moving in next door"

ugg she didn't even say it was nice to meet me or glad to be neighbors, shes probably planning to move out as soon as possible now.

"Oh, Pardon my face a door crashed into me last night..."

'Pardon my face' what am I english, she probably thinks I walked into it while drunk

"Oh, I thought you ran into a door but the door into you? how does that work"

She'll never believe me anyways "you're probably right I dont remember much from last night, just a door... a very heavy door"

she gave me a skeptical look "well it is nice to meet you i'll see you later"

I closed the door and put my back against it and slid down the door processing what happened I somehow from my bar while drinking ended up into the exact same bar except into the marvel universe, lets not even count that I am also still the same person I was as before.

after moving back to my bed and processing this for a few hours I finnaly got around to thinking about that watch that is suppost to have mechanical knowledge in it or something, after a few MORE hours of not even getting the watch to open I pressed the watch to my injured forhead feeling the cool metal against my skin and enjoying how good it felt on my injury.

after a few minutes and not getting enything from the watch, including the cool feeling as the watch warmed up from my skin I got up to get an ice pack from the fridge. after getting an ice pack from the fridge and holding it to my head there was knocking on the door again this time firm and authoritative the kind of the police or crooks...

almost slipping in my panic I put the watch into my pocket and went to the door still holding the ice pack. after a quick look it was police. if I wasn't out of breath from my panic I would have let out a sigh of relief. opening the door I greeted them.

"Hello officers"

Showing me his badge and id he said "Hello are you Michal Phillups"

I nodded and said "Yeah"

"can we come in we have something to discuss" he put away his badge and id

"sure come on in I guess"

after sitting down at the table in my kitchen/living room he asked me first

"were you at the bar down the street last night?"

After answering their questions for a while it finnaly got down to what they really wanted to know cause their postures changed and looked at me more intently

"what happened last night while you were about to leave Mr Phillups?"

"please call me Michal, and last night I went drinking there as usual and after a while of drinking I heard a boom it sounded far away after standing up to go home there was another one but this one blew the door right out of the wall and straight at me I ducked and fell flat to try to avoid it but it still hit me on my forhead see"

I move my icepack and show them the mark and give them a clear veiw of my black eyes

the officer sitting to the side wistled and commented about how it looked

"after that probably cause I was so drunk I dont remember much after that, but i've always been able to get home drunk and not remember it later so thats probably what happened, and consider that door was reinforced im lucky to be alive and not have my neck snapped"

the two officers started wispering to eachother

"Yeah it matches the video tapes but what happened to those men and that bot they were fighting with?"

"I don't think he knows anything more. even in the tapes it look like the guy fell over drunk rather than actually tried to dodge the door"

after their breif conversation they looked at me and gave me slip and said that it would pay for a medical exam of my injuries from the incident. thanking for my cooperation and help they left and told me to get my forhead looked at.

while feeling I had dodged that metophorical bullet, I decided it was a good idea to get my head looked at they might even give me something stronger for the pain I can tell what I took this morning is starting to wear off.

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End of chapter 1

Hey, this was an idea I got and so I typed it down real quick if you're interested let me know and I might continue.

I am also considering putting this character into a more fantasy setting instead of the alternate mcu setting