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.
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Dmitri Smerdyakov, better known as Chameleon, walked aimlessly down the crowded streets of this unfamiliar city. At just sixteen years old, the young half-brother of Kraven the Hunter found himself utterly lost. He scanned the faces of the passersby, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of his situation. The city buzzed with energy, a chaotic symphony of voices, car horns, and distant sirens, but none of it felt familiar.
Zemo had brought him here, to this world that was both strange and unnerving. The plan had seemed clear at first—another of Zemo's schemes, another chance to prove himself. But now, with no sign of Zemo and no clear direction, Dmitri felt the cold grip of uncertainty tightening around him.
He slipped into a narrow alley, leaning against the brick wall, his thoughts tumbling over one another. What was he supposed to do now? Zemo was gone, and without him, Dmitri was just a kid in a world he didn't understand. He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar frustration bubbling up inside him. He was the Chameleon, the master of disguise, yet right now, he felt more vulnerable and exposed than ever.
There was no sign of Kraven either, his formidable older brother, who had always been a looming presence in his life. Dmitri had spent years trying to step out of Kraven's shadow, to prove that he could be just as cunning, just as deadly. But now, without either of them, he was left alone with nothing but the streets and the faces of strangers.
He exhaled sharply, pushing off the wall. He needed to figure out his next move. If Zemo was truly gone, then Dmitri would have to rely on himself. The world might be unfamiliar, but he still had his wits, his abilities, and his determination. He had survived worse before, and he would do it again.
Born as the younger half-brother of the notorious hunter Sergei Kravinoff, also known as Kraven the Hunter, Dmitri grew up in the shadows of his brother's ruthless reputation. From a young age, he developed a talent for mimicry and deception, skills that quickly became his survival mechanisms in a world dominated by power and violence.
Dmitri's abilities are far more than simple tricks; he possesses a near-supernatural talent for altering his appearance and voice, allowing him to assume the identity of nearly anyone. These skills earned him the name "Chameleon," a title that suited his elusive and adaptable nature. But beneath the surface, Dmitri struggled with a deep-seated desire to prove himself—not just as Kraven's brother, but as a force to be reckoned with in his own right.
Despite his youth, Dmitri was drawn into the dark underworld of supervillainy, where he crossed paths with the likes of Baron Zemo. Zemo saw potential in the young Chameleon and used him as a pawn in his elaborate schemes. However, this latest mission, which brought Dmitri to a new and unfamiliar world, has left him isolated and without direction.
He ducked into an alley, his nimble fingers pulling out a small, handheld device from his pocket. With a quick flick, the device projected a holographic screen displaying a profile of the businessman—everything from his height, weight, and build to the exact tone of his voice. Dmitri smirked. This would be almost too easy.
In an instant, his face began to shift. His cheekbones sharpened, his nose elongated, and his eyes darkened to match those of the businessman. His hair retracted and grayed, while his posture straightened into the confident stance of a man who owned everything in his sight. Even his clothing transformed, morphing from his casual attire into a tailored suit identical to the one his target often wore.
Satisfied with his new appearance, Dmitri slipped out of the alley and made his way toward a nearby bank. Inside, he was greeted with respectful nods from the staff, who recognized him—at least, they thought they did. He returned the nods with a cool, collected smile, walking straight up to the counter.
"I'd like to make a withdrawal," he said, his voice perfectly matching the businessman's deep, authoritative tone. The teller, unsuspecting, nodded and began processing the transaction.
As the minutes ticked by, Dmitri's mind raced with thoughts of what he could accomplish with the money—new identities, tools, or perhaps a way to track down Zemo. His calm exterior betrayed none of this, though. To the world, he was just another powerful man handling his affairs.
The teller handed over a large stack of bills, and Dmitri slipped them into his briefcase without a word. Just as he turned to leave, he caught sight of a security camera. He looked directly into it and smirked, a flash of his true, young self peeking through the businessman's mask. By the time the security team reviewed the footage, it would be far too late.
Outside, Dmitri's form began to shift again as he ducked into another alleyway. This time, he took on the appearance of an elderly woman, frail and harmless, as he navigated through the crowd unnoticed. No one gave him a second glance. He was already gone, and the money with him.
As Dmitri strolled through the busy streets in the guise of the elderly woman, he casually picked up a newspaper from a nearby stand. The vendor didn't give him a second glance as he handed over the change, and Dmitri offered a polite nod before continuing on his way.
He soon found a secluded spot in a narrow alley, hidden from the prying eyes of the bustling city. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, Dmitri allowed his form to shift once more. The elderly woman's frail frame melted away, replaced by his true self—his youthful face, sharp features, and a subtle but ever-present smirk that hinted at his cunning nature.
He unfolded the newspaper and began to read, absorbing as much information as he could about this strange new world he found himself in. The headlines were a mix of familiar and foreign names—heroes and villains, political figures, and corporations that didn't exist in his own world. The names of prominent heroes caught his eye, especially mentions of All Might and Endeavor.
As Dmitri continued to flip through the newspaper, his eyes landed on a full-page spread featuring two of the city's most prominent heroines—Midnight and Mt. Lady. The glossy images captured their confident poses and striking appearances, each woman exuding a powerful presence that Dmitri couldn't help but admire.
A slow grin spread across his face as he took in the photos, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he muttered to himself, his voice low and amused. "Heroes, huh? I must say, they certainly know how to pick them in this world."
He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Might have to introduce myself to these two at some point. Could be... interesting."
