Big Sister Skye

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and tell me."

The girl waved her fair little hand in front of Feeney's eyes, then urged him impatiently, "My time is precious. Come on, tell me what that guy was about just now."

"What have you been busy with?"

The memory was interrupted. Feeney came back to his senses, then frowned at the girl. "You're still investigating that matter!? Skye, I've told you so many times: it's dangerous, and this isn't the time to look into it."

Skye Hailsaiz was the girl's name, and she was Feeney's older sister. Not his biological sister, nor a half-sister or an illegitimate child, but someone he had accidentally summoned with the Golden Great Deduction Technique.

It was because of her that Feeney had managed to use this ability successfully for the first time.

After drawing the Golden Great Deduction Technique, baby Feeney spent every day doing little besides eating, drinking, relieving himself, and studying the system. The Golden Great Deduction Technique was powerful, but there were plenty of other anime skills out there. He wasn't going to complain about having too many.

Figuring out how to draw another skill became the subject he focused on every day.

He observed the system's changes in his mind day after day. It took a whole month before he noticed it shift ever so slightly each day. That left him worried. At this rate, he had no idea how long it would take to activate a second draw.

But as a toddler who could barely crawl, he was in no position to solve the problem anytime soon.

And, as the saying went, misfortunes never came singly. When he was a little over one year old, he discovered that this world was different from his own.

When he had first transmigrated, Feeney had already sensed that he'd arrived in an earlier era. His home had plenty of appliances, but they all seemed a little outdated.

One day, after he had learned to understand speech, he heard on television that it was the fifth anniversary of the deaths of the tycoon Howard Stark and his wife, and that their son, Tony Stark, had achieved some new success. Only then did Feeney realize what kind of world he was in.

That was when he began to feel nervous. His plans to make money and live a comfortable life were all thrown out of his mind.

Feeney was familiar with the word Marvel. In his previous life, he'd enjoyed watching movies, but he had never imagined he'd end up in a world like this.

This was a world where aliens were everywhere and superpowers were as common as dogs. A world with all sorts of different universes.

After the future Iron Man's father died, Feeney began looking into the world outside his home. Fortunately, at a little over one year old, his curiosity didn't seem all that unusual.

From what he learned, there were no Mutants in this world. That meant everyday dangers were considerably lower, which was a relief. Still, he confirmed that he really had arrived in the Marvel Universe. After all, places like the Captain America Museum existed.

Whenever he thought about how he might one day turn to dust with a snap of the fingers from some Purple Potato Spirit, Feeney felt a deep sense of urgency. He didn't want to gamble on a one-in-two chance. Besides, in a disaster-prone city like New York, without some good luck, he might not even live long enough to see the Snap.

So Feeney kept worrying over how to use the Golden Great Deduction Technique, and before he knew it, he was seven. Over those seven years, he had tried gentler ways to stimulate the Experience Bar, such as exposure to safe levels of electricity and eating more food. Unfortunately, none of it worked.

But perhaps fate had other plans. That year, he released the Golden Great Deduction Technique for the first time—and under circumstances he would never have expected.

With the memories of his previous life, Feeney had been clever, quick-witted, well-behaved, and adorable from the time he was little. But he hadn't revealed anything unusual. S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra were still terrifying organizations, after all. If they found out, he'd be done for.

Even so, his parents, who had him late in life, doted on him.

After being reborn, Feeney found their overindulgence hard to get used to. He had tried resisting it or explaining how he felt. All in all, he'd come close to acting like a little troublemaker, causing problems everywhere and making life difficult for his dad.

So, when his parents dragged him around the mall for an entire day on his seventh birthday and forced him to accept a pile of childish presents, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

That night, he sat in his room atop a heap of ridiculous, adorable stuffed toys. His mind had never been so calm as he stared at the ceiling light, wondering how he could become an obnoxious little troublemaker.

But just then, inspiration struck, and an inexplicable thought suddenly appeared in his mind. "If only I could have an older sister!"

What Feeney really meant was that if someone else could share his parents' love, things might get a little better. As for why he didn't want an older or younger brother, he remembered that most troublemakers were boys. He didn't want that hassle.

As for a younger sister, he was only seven. If he got a baby, it might make things easier for a while, but she could become even more of a handful later. Once he ruled that out, an older sister was the only option left.

It was just a sudden thought. He was an only child, and no matter how strong his dad was, he couldn't have fathered an older sister for him before he was even born.

But the instant he finished thinking it, Feeney suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted. Even though he didn't pass out, he felt as if he'd been hungover for three days straight, his head swimming.

At the same time, outside Feeney's home, a cute little girl came barreling down the road in a panic and crashed headfirst into their door. She, too, clutched her head and sank to the ground.

The pain left Feeney utterly bewildered, but the feeling of having made something happen just by saying it soon sent him into a frenzy of excitement.

Seven years. A full seven years. Did this lousy skill have any idea what he'd been through all this time!?

After resting for a little while, he immediately checked the system in his mind and was surprised to find that the energy bar, which had naturally filled to more than halfway, was now full.

He could draw again!

But just as Feeney was excitedly preparing to draw a skill, he heard his parents calling from downstairs, which reminded him of what had just happened.

"Did it take effect that fast?"

Feeney muttered to himself. He put the skill draw aside for the moment, then pushed himself up and headed downstairs.

In the living room, a girl sat stiffly on the sofa. Her clear, bright amber eyes, graceful arched brows, and long lashes quivered ever so slightly. The only thing marring her looks was the large bump on her fair, flawless forehead.

His parents sat beside the girl. Across from them sat a man and a woman, both looking somewhat helpless.

"Feeney, this is Ma..."

"Skye!" The girl interrupted Feeney's father. In a clear voice, she said with firm resolve, "My name is Skye!"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Hailsaiz. We've troubled you tonight, but we really must return to St. Agnes." The man sitting across from the girl stood up and apologized.

"St. Agnes!?"

Feeney was in a lot of pain, and he didn't understand why the skill had worked in this way. But he wasn't going to let someone who might help him escape his predicament simply leave.

"That's an orphanage."

Feeney's mother came over with a sympathetic look and took his hand as she explained, "Feeney, your dad and I would like to adopt her. Is that okay?"

"Of course!"

Feeney nodded quickly. That was exactly what he wanted: an older sister to share his parents' doting affection.

It was obvious that his parents already liked the girl a lot.

When Feeney's parents said that, a flicker of surprise crossed the girl's eyes, but she wasn't very happy. She only looked lonely and sad. She had already been placed with three foster families, and she didn't want to go through the pain of being kicked out again.

But her feelings couldn't change the effects of the Golden Great Deduction Technique—or his parents' kindness.

The next day, Feeney's parents, who were lawyers, completed all the paperwork in just two hours. Just like that, he had an older sister.

After summoning Skye with the Golden Great Deduction Technique, Feeney came up with a rough theory about the skill-drawing system. He figured that, besides increasing naturally, the Experience Bar might also grow when he used skills.

But what really confirmed his theory was the second skill he drew.

Well, I'm not actually very familiar with Marvel. I only watched two seasons of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., so honestly, I hadn't wanted to write Skye into the story. But later, I figured it wouldn't make much difference either way, so I did. The plot of this book will mainly focus on the movies.