Chapter 1: A One Way Road to Power and Responsibility.

"Hello fellow humans" - Speaking a foreign language(s)

"Hello fellow humans" - Speaking English

'Hello fellow humans' - Inner thoughts/thinking English

When I first returned to consciousness I was met with such blinding pain that I was out like a light before I could register more than the feeling of knives in my head.

My second attempt went a little better, and through the haze of what I assumed were drugs I was able to make out the world-weary concerned face of Mark Ruffalo. Wait, what...?

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I jolt awake and, yes there he was. Mark Ruffalo in all his scruffy glory standing over me with a mangled IV tube, looking for all the world like I was a wild animal. A quick glance around the room revealed I was in what looked to be a little hut, on a cot about a foot off the ground, covered in scratchy blankets.

I turn back to Ruffalo, more than a little concerned over the fact that this was definitely not my AP Physics classroom. I had barely taken a breath before I was smacked in the face by a wave of numbers and lines. They seemed to crawl out nowhere and zoom about the place like demented birds, swirling with no rhyme or reason... Trying to follow them was impossible. Wait, no, that wasn't right, there was a pattern,

'Yes right there, that line to there and then this one to both there and there… oh god, that makes so much sen-!'

I'll be honest, this is more than a little irritating at this point. Staying awake should not BE THIS HARD! Well, apparently sheer rage can propel you awake, you learn something new everyday I guess. Now I just need to find my phone and call my mother, who I can't remember, why can't I remember my mother, WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME, WHATISHAPPENING-.

"You gave us quite the scare you know, some of the villagers were concerned you would not make it."

Oh, right. Mark fucking Ruffalo. And he was speaking Hindi, because why the hell not. Reason had abandoned the world so what was one more crazy thing.

"Your accent is terrible, horrifying really. But I suppose it is unfair to expect better. I've noticed Americans struggle with languages."

"That's mildly insulting. After I saved your life too. Why do you speak English?"

"What the hell d'ya mean why do I speak English, Why are you butchering Hindi?"

Mark Ruffalo, 'nope that's still weird as all hell', took a breath to center himself, "Alright, let's start over. I'm Dr. Bruce Banner and I've been treating your wounds for just a little under three days now and I have a few questions for you-"

"Banner?, Three da-? What, hold on, no, just stop, start over, please." He looked a bit put out at the interruption but nonetheless pulled over a stool to sit by the cot. Then he started to talk.

I think it was about five minutes in that I realized that Mar- Dr. Banner because yes this is happening, was really dead serious, and boy was that a fun epiphany. I'd been ROBbed, picked out of my life's and dropped without care into a foreign universe. More specifically the little village of Ishwaripur, about an hour and a half from Kolkata, circa November 2011. Well, at least it nice to have some idea of where and when I was. Fuck's sake I was screwed. Oh, he was still talking, and now he's leaving to give me a minute.

Ok, ok, ok, ok, don't freak out, this is good. Well, it's not good, it just could be a lot worse, a lot worse. I would be royally fucked if this was Worm, now instead I'm only kinda fucked. SHIELDRA, multiple alien invasions and if I somehow managed to scrape by all the nonsense the next decade would throw at me there was still a fifty-fifty chance I would be proofed into dust by a ridiculously overpowered alien warlord.

Oh, joy, I'm hyperventilating, that's not good, alright CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I am not fainting, not again.

I lost track of time at this point, it was either several minutes or several hours later that Banner sat back down on the stool with a serious look on his face and I belatedly realized that he had had a few questions before I interrupted him.

"So…"

'Wow, this is awkward'

"You have powers…" he forged on. I just stared in silence and my confusion must have been apparent on some level. "Well, you're certainly not normal, because you did this when I tried to put an IV in your arm" he clarified, pulling out the mangled needle.

"I did what?"

"You're not lying, you really don't know." he noted after a moment of searching my eyes for signs of dishonesty and then continued, "I don't know exactly how to explain this, but when I tried to insert a needle for an IV line it almost shattered in my hands."

Wait a minute, this is oddly familiar, no… It couldn't be that easy could it, but it was and for that, I will always be grateful.

I turned away from Banner and looked down to my hand, and with a thought brought the numbers and lines back into focus from where they had been resting in semi-transparency, and I understood.

Alright, let me take stock. So I have additional knowledge in my head, the number and lines zipping about my field of view representing how my brain interprets the vectors of motion of objects around me. 'Oh look it's the force of gravity on me, how easy would it be to- Oh I just have to want it. Ah, that must be my passive reflection field'. I take a shaky breath and just barely resist the urge to squee in delight, 'You're a man dammit, pull it together'. The Accelerator was a pretty good compensation for being ROBed and having my personal memories stolen.

Ah jeez who am I kidding, on a scale of powers I would like to have this was wayyy up there, beaten only perhaps by the more broken Nasuverse ones, The Kaleidoscope was no joke, but then, it came with certain dealbreaker downsides, like of being desensitized to human life. So really I won the fucking lottery. Thanos who? Ok, that may be an exaggeration, I don't know my limits yet and being untouchable doesn't mean that I can just get around not technically existing here. Wait does this mean I gonna go full albino. I turn back to Banner who has been more than patient watching my eyes dart wildly around the room.

"I know what happened to the needle and I will tell you everything, but first do you have a mirror?"

Turns out I don't have to worry about going albino, I'm already there. That was the fact that made this all viscerally real. My physiognomy was essentially the same but my normally brown skin and black hair were replaced with ghost white and silver respectively, not to mention the vampire-esque eyes.

I look back to Banner from the pocket mirror he had found somewhere and all of a sudden it's my turn to talk. I tell him a lot, more than I was intending to really but who can blame me, he's got those puppy dog eyes. What my power was, what I understood about it, how I was invulnerable to kinetic damage (hint hint Banner, I'm Hulk proof), how I didn't remember anything about myself, not even my name, and I ended it with a desperate plea to stay with him.

Objections of him being constantly on the move were rebuffed with reasonable ripostes of how I have no ID in this world and therefore do not exist, and how if anyone else found out about this I wouldn't get a moment's peace. The argument resonated with him, as I intended it too, and we finally shook on a deal, I would act as his muscle while he did his doctors without borders schtick and in return, he would let me follow him around and feed me.

He leaves to let me stretch my legs and ask our generous hosts about some food, 'I should really thank them'. I stand on shaky legs and look down at my clenched fist, yes I am shamelessly manipulating him, but this is the big leagues, it's time to put on my big boy pants and grow the fuck up. The world, no the universe needs my help and dammit if I'm not going to give it, no hesitation, no looking back, down the one-way road.

I pull the numbers back to the forefront of my mind and flip one of the lines. I slowly float up to several inches off the ground.

I don't even try to stop the squee this time.

Dear fellow fanfic enthusiasts,

Welcome to my first foray into writing fics, borne of my frustration at a shortage of male marvel SIs and/or vector control power set characters, so I decided to do it myself. I love the MCU and Endgame was life-changing for me, no spoilers but this will definitely not be compliant with it and will, in fact, diverge pretty early in Phase 1.

To clarify I'm putting this only under the Avengers section because there really isn't anything from the Toaru-verse apart from accelerator's powers. Additionally to reiterate this is my first fic and in fact, the first thing I've written in several years. Please let me know how you feel about this, I'm always open to suggestions on my style or where the plot is going (I'm still a little unclear myself).

If I've done so badly that flames are the only response be brutally honest I can take it (please be nice though), or if somehow this is actually a decent idea and execution please review telling me so, it would make my day.

P.S. the title of this fic is in reference to another name for the vector control ability, The One Way Road

Thank you.