Marvel: Stray

Stan Lee is dead, but he will forever live in our hearts.

A nameless kid that goes by the alias 'Stray' will die today.
At the tender age of 15-years-old, he will be chopped up for his organs to be sold on the market.
In the real world, this shit does happen. Illegal possession of children for various criminal purposes is but one of the few methods of the various criminal organizations worldwide to boost their income on various fronts. Begging, con, organs, smuggling, trafficking, drugs, prostitution... children are... more luxurious goods than an average citizen could imagine.
It's a cruel world we live in. But crueler so to the naive children who have nothing to do with the evil of the world.

Stray, despite experiencing all of this evil, dies a rather peaceful death under the influence of anesthesia. At that instant, the world turns white, and then... he meets Stan Lee, his idol.

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The cover photo is not mine. Please, if you want me to take it down immediately, I will. This fanfic is my love letter to Stan Lee, the MCU, and my heroes. It has no harem, just a straight honest story about a young teen. I am not expecting to earn anything from this fanfic.

Updates are irregular. However, for every hundred hearts, I am obliged to post an immediate bonus chapter. I call this my hundred-heart rule. Thank you for reading,

Written by yours truly, an MCU fan since Spiderman 1... and even now, still a fan, after the terrible and repulsive she-hulk TV series.

PS. This fanfic wasn't written with The Agents of Shield TV series in mind, so there might be inconsistencies.