Marvel: I am the bastard son of stark (Remade)

Darkness. That was the last thing he remembered before the pain. Before the cold, the fear, the suffocating grasp of death itself.

He had been a Harvard prodigy, a mind sharper than most, thriving on knowledge and ambition. But fate was cruel. He never saw the truck coming—one moment, he was crossing the street, lost in thought, and the next, his body was crushed beneath metal and asphalt. His life faded as the world around him blurred, screams echoing in the distance.

Then, rebirth.

A Cry in the Darkness

Tomura Shigaraki's first memory in this new world was the unbearable brightness of fluorescent hospital lights. His tiny body struggled against the air as he screamed, lungs burning with his first breath. He heard another cry from beyond the thin walls—a baby, just like him, screaming into existence. A name drifted through the muffled voices: Andrew Detmer.

His mind, fractured between his past life and present infancy, tried to grasp the impossibility. This wasn't the world he knew. The pieces didn't fit—different physics, different people, different rules. The sensation was overwhelming, and soon exhaustion overtook him.

A Mother's Struggle

The world outside the hospital was cruel. His mother, Akari Shigaraki, held him close as she stepped into the bitter Gotham air. One-bedroom apartment. Low wages. A city drowning in crime. This was their life now.

She worked two jobs just to scrape by—one at a rundown diner and another at a late-night convenience store. Sleep was rare, food was rationed, and rent was a monthly nightmare. Yet, through it all, she loved him fiercely.

She had tried reaching out to Stark Industries. Letters, emails, even a desperate call. Nothing. No response.

It didn't matter.

"I'll raise you myself, Tomura. I don't need him. We don't need him."

A Boy Beyond His Years

By the time he could form thoughts, his past life's knowledge had returned in pieces. He recognized Gotham's skyline, the crumbling infrastructure, the newspapers with Wayne Enterprises plastered across the headlines. He knew where he was.

This wasn't just DC. It was everything. Marvel. The Boys. Invincible. Hellboy. A fusion of worlds.

He was smart enough to understand the dangers. Superheroes weren't always heroic. Super villain's weren't always the worst monsters in the world. Power ruled.

If he wanted to survive, he needed to use what he knew.

The Mind of a Survivor

By age three, he was reading newspapers, watching crime reports, and piecing together the complex web of Gotham's underworld. He saw patterns in disappearances, connections in crime families, holes in police responses.

He wasn't just a boy. He was a ghost, slipping through the cracks, observing, learning. Gotham was a puzzle, and he was putting it together.

His mother noticed his intelligence but dismissed it as childish curiosity. She never questioned how he could memorize entire articles, how he understood conversations he shouldn't have.

A Son's Love

Despite everything, he loved his mother.

She wasn't just Akari Shigaraki. To him, she was a second chance. He had lost his mother in his past life—this time, he wouldn't take her for granted.

Even when she came home exhausted, when her hands shook from stress, when her health began to fade, he stayed by her side.

But there was something wrong.

She didn't know it. He didn't know it. But the bite she had suffered before his birth had changed her.

She was getting weaker.

A City of Monsters

Gotham wasn't just dangerous. It was hungry.

By the time he was four, he had seen murders in alleyways, drug deals in broad daylight, cops taking bribes like routine business.

He understood what his mother didn't want to admit—they were prey in a city full of predators.

But he wasn't scared. Not anymore.

He was planning.

The Fourth Birthday

His fourth birthday came with no celebration. Just a quiet night, his mother sitting by the window, staring into the distance. He sat beside her, small fingers curling around hers.

"Are you happy, Mama?" he asked.

She smiled, though her eyes were sad. "Of course, sweetheart."

It was a lie.

She had given up everything for him. Her youth, her future, her dreams.

And yet, despite everything, he still had her.

For now.