Finally, the cursed system granted me the ability to move again, but only after saddling me with a weapon and a power that were both utterly commonplace. It was not funny at all.

I sprinted (or scooted, as I was still just a disembodied consciousness) to the location I remembered from the movie, where the Avengers were gathered and preparing to travel back in time.

I could feel the excitement and tension in the air, and it was thrilling to be a part of this moment.

"One...two..." I heard the Hulk's voice echo through the room, his hand hovering over the handle of the time machine.

The others gathered around the machine, ready to embark on this adventure through time.

"Hey!" I yelled, startling them all.

They turned to look at me, their faces a mixture of shock and curiosity. I must have seemed like a madman to them, appearing out of nowhere with my wild hair and crazed expression.

"Don't judge me by my appearance," I wanted to say in a voice rising with authority. "I may look like a madman, but I'm here to help you all. Especially you, Tony Stark." But I stood there, saying none of what I intended to say.

They all stared at me in silence, their expressions ranging from skepticism to curiosity. But I could tell that they were at least willing to hear me out. Even if for a bit.

Feeling confident and proud, I addressed them all in a tone of authority, "Tony, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Scott." But as I spoke their names, my voice took on a lighter, more cheerful tone.

I realized that I was actually happy to be here with them, despite the seriousness of the moment.

"Hey, Rocket! Oh my god, Natasha!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement at seeing Black Widow in the flesh.

She was even more beautiful and badass in person than I had watched on TV and fantasized in my dreams. I was a starstruck fan, and I couldn't hide my enthusiasm.

Steve's voice broke the silence, his tone betraying a hint of annoyance. "Who are you?" he asked, clearly not convinced that I was supposed to be here. After all, this was the private domain of the Avengers, not just any random person could stroll in.

"How sad!" Thor mumbled, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "The kid did not mention my name!" he exclaimed, his voice full of mock hurt. He was clearly trying to be funny, and it was hard not to smile.

The other Avengers looked at Thor with a mix of exasperation and amusement. They were used to his impulsive, playful nature by now. But it was still hard not to roll their eyes at his antics.

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I, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile, barely suppressing a giggle. This was classic Thor, after all.

"Bruce, send the kid away and let's get back to work," Tony said, his tone stern and unwavering.

Ungrateful jerk! I would be the one to save his arrogant butt from dying in the most dramatic fashion, like he did in the original timeline. And now he had the nerve to act like a self-righteous, holier-than-thou prophet!

I couldn't help but think that his ego had gotten way out of hand.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that," I wanted to say, my temper rising. "I'm not some child who needs to be told what to do!" But the system kept a tight hold on my tongue, as if I was a puppet with no will of my own. Pfft!

[Choose your response to the question ‘Who are you?’ by Captain America]

The blue light appeared and the message dropped. Immediately, the message faded and replaced itself with new ones.

[Option A: "Hey, Captain America, I'm a huge fan!"]

[Option B: "Hello, Captain America. I'm Freaky Freddy, at your service!"]

[Option C: Say nothing and remain standing motionlessly]

What the heck is this? These are weird and ridiculous choices! Why can't I say something like, 'Calm your boiling heart down, Captain America!' or 'I'm here to save your asses. In your face!'?"

Option A didn't feel quite right. I might admire Captain America, but I wasn't a "fan" of him per se. And I definitely had other heroes I preferred, like Black Panther and Doctor Strange.

Option C was just bizarre. It was like I was being told to just stand there like a statue, which didn't make any sense. Surely I could say something more meaningful and relevant than just standing there, being a fool!

Option B was just ridiculous! "Freaky Freddy" sounded like a silly, made-up name that no one would ever use in real life. And I certainly wouldn't consider it my "superhero" name. Ugh, this system was getting on my nerves!

While I didn't appreciate any of the options the system was giving me, I knew I had to pick one. If I didn't, the system would choose for me, and I had a feeling it would make a choice I hated even more.

That's what you get for being stuck between a rock and a hard place!

“B,” I replied to the system.

I chose option B, although no one could hear me say it. The system had once again taken control of my damned speech organs, and I could only watch in silence as it started speaking again. It was maddening, geez!

Despite my frustration, I stood tall and proud as I stared into the questioning eyes of the Avengers. My hands on my hips, as the system wished, I spoke with as much conviction as I could muster: "I am Freaky Freddy, the newest member of the Avengers!"

“Ppp-hahahahaha!”

Thor began to laugh uncontrollably, bending over and slapping his knee as he howled with laughter. "Freaky what?!" he exclaimed between guffaws, barely able to contain his mirth.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at me, hardly able to believe what he'd just heard.

Natasha rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by the theatrics. "We don't have time for this nonsense, Bruce," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"Let's get this show on the road." She was all business, clearly eager to get down to the task at hand.

"I say we keep the kid," Thor announced, gesturing towards me as if I were a piece of property.

His tone was light and playful, but there was an underlying hint of possessiveness. It was as if I were a new toy that he wanted to keep for himself. Huff!

I tried to speak, but the system had a stranglehold on my voice, rendering me mute. Enjoy me while you can, stupid system!

"One...two...three..." Bruce counted down as he slowly pulled the lever, and I suddenly felt my body begin to float off the ground.

I could still see the faces of the Avengers around me, but I knew they would soon be gone, transported to another time. A sense of unease and anticipation filled me, and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening.

“Glint.”

A blinding white light filled my vision. I could barely keep my eyes open, or perhaps, the system seemed to force them shut, protecting me from the intense light.

All of a sudden, there was a whooshing sound, like a powerful wind blowing past me.

I opened my eyes when the light finally subsided, and I found myself standing in the middle of Asgard. The glittering golden city stretched out before me, and I knew this only meant one thing.

Once again, the bright blue light filled my vision, and a message appeared: [Thor has expressed his desire to keep you with him].

I knew it. The system had brought me to Asgard because Thor and Rocket were there on a mission to retrieve one of the infinity stones. But I couldn't help but feel resentful towards the system for not giving me a choice in the matter. Why couldn't I have gone with Tony, or.. or Hawkeye.

No!!!!