The Best of the Worst - Marvel Male Reader Insert

Prologue: Just a boy

A loud "thud" echoed through the warehouse as a body hit the concrete floor in a brutal fashion

This body, heavily bruised and bloodied

This body that could only try and breathe

This body, of a kid barely fifteen years old

Satisfied with their job, the two brutes responsible for this decided to stay around a little longer and gloat

???: You're lucky, you know that, kid?

At the sound of that raspy voice, the kid turned his head. Only one of his eyes had the strength to remain open

He got a glimpse at the two men, one was cleaning his gloves, while another turned around to face him, adding to his partner's words

???: Tombstone is not known for leaving things unfinished, you're lucky this was just a message

This got a nod from the previous brute, who squatted as he looked at the kid

???: Word of advice? Take this chance and make it count, kid

???: Yeah, at your age a career change is great

These two knew their strength, which is why they knew their newest victim would manage to survive

How? That was something that eluded them completely

What they didn't anticipate was the boy starting to make noise, grumbling as he attempted to get up, despite the myriad of protests coming from his body

This display, however, only got the thugs laughing

???: Look at that! Little man wants to go again!

One of them just shook his head

???: So what if you get up? What are you gonna do, take him down?

They shared a hearty laugh before the other one talked, extending his arms in a defiant manner

???: Even if you try, he's got a whole crew, an empire

He slowly lowered them as he looked at the young one

???: ....you're just one dying kid

The faint sound of sirens caught their attention, and one brute gestured to another to leave. They turned to spare this kid one last glance before leaving the warehouse

Once they left, so did the boy's strength, the warmth slowly being replaced with the coldness of the concrete in which he lied on

The blood on his face became all the more apparent when he closed his eyes, but not long after the idea of sleep began to entice him, there was something more

Another voice

???: Jesus...look at that

Barely, the young one opened one of his eyes to catch the faint figure of someone on the beams on the ceiling. Its while cape waving ever so slightly

???: It's just a kid...this is messed up

This person wasn't like those brutes, and it didn't take much to know that, so in a last attempt to call for help, the boy opened his mouth

However, rather than words, he began to cough, which quickly got out of hand, as his chest began to burn

But as much as this hurt, it gained the attention of the figure above, who quickly leaped down and started talking to him

What did he say? The boy had no idea, he couldn't hear anything

But what he could, was get one last look at this person