The Avengers wake up in a strange, unfamiliar world with no memory of how they arrived. This new universe is Earth, but it's drastically different from what they know, dominated by individuals with superhuman abilities known as quirks.
"I choose to run toward my problems and not away from them. Because that — Because that's what heroes do."
—Thor (Chris Hemsworth) in Thor: Ragnarok
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There is nothing more annoying than waking up with the sun blasting in your face, especially when you have a hangover. At least that's how it was for Logan.
His head pounded like a jackhammer, and the brightness only made it worse. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and blinked against the harsh light, realizing he was lying on cold, hard pavement.
Disoriented, he got up and stumbled out of a dark alleyway into a bustling city street, his head pounding and his vision blurred. The bright sunlight made him squint as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
He glanced down at himself and was momentarily taken aback. Instead of usual attire, he was wearing his brown and yellow spandex suit. The yellow mask with pointed ears added to the suit's classic look, giving him a fierce, unmistakable presence.
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Just then, a young boy, no older than ten, approached him hesitantly, holding out a few yen with a look of concern. "Hey, mister, are you okay? You look like you need this more than me."
Logan's confusion deepened as he took the yen. He looked around, noticing the bustling cityscape and the unfamiliar architecture. The boy's kind gesture snapped him out of his daze. He realized that the suit, the yen, and the city around him were all wrong. This wasn't the world he knew.
"Thanks, kid," Logan said gruffly, trying to mask his bewilderment. He gave the boy a small, reassuring smile, even though he had no idea how he ended up here or where "here" was.
Logan looked around, taking in the bustling street scene. Neon signs with Japanese characters flashed brightly, and the rhythmic hum of conversations in Japanese filled the air. The unmistakable scent of ramen and street food drifted past him, and he noticed a vendor setting up a stand nearby. The architecture, the language, the atmosphere—it all screamed Japan.
