[ EU ] You are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D , tasked by agent Coulson to track down an anomalous being who has been spotted near every major super being over the past few years . This being appears to be an older white male who goes by the alias `` Stan Lee '' .

Throwing my self against a wall, my night time gun clutched between my hands. I try to control my breath as war shocks around me. I glance around the corner, seems clear. I make my move down the alley. 
 
 Hydra has done it again, showing it's multi-headed face as it attacks avengers HQ. Coulson told me this would be the time and place to see it. 
 
 My mission is perfectly clear, and it's pretty much all I was hired to do. Find the watcher, the being seen at nearly every event when superheroes formed. Captain America remembers seeing him back in the 40s, and yet Tony Stark saw him on the tv turns the battle for New York. Taking the form a frail old man, innocent but always there. Watching and observing. 
 
 I hit the main street, Hydra soldiers shooting at the Hulk as he rampages through them. Iron man flies in low and takes a few out but a strange new flyer engages him, a strange organic looking helicopter wrapping it's limbs around him. I take a couple shots and the Hydra soldiers marching through the streets before War Machine takes them all out. I decided to stick to my objective and keep looking for him. 
 
 I move as stealthily as I can through the streets, looking for bystanders. I dart down an alley as a missile strikes right behind me. As the dust clears I look up and see him, watching the on going battle. Coulson was right, he is here. 
 
 He does n't seem to see me at first, hypnotized by the on going battle. I slowly press forward towards him, objective is to capture and interrogate. I'm about 10 meters away from him, no mistake this is him. White hair, old, glasses, and a distinctive smile at the chaos. 
 
 I hold up my night night gun and tell him to stay where he is. He glances at my amusingly. 
 
 `` Quite brave of a mere mortal to come up to me,'' He says, his voice somehow kind and matching his looks. 
 
 `` I'm not here to hurt you, we just have questions and I want you to come with me,'' 
 
 `` The answers I'll give you will leave only more questions behind, not only will these answers perplex you but will leave you questioning your very existence,'' 
 
 `` Regardless, I need you to come with me,'' 
 
 He stands and smiles at me, I realize I'm talking to a being that transcends time and space. He sees all and watches, never interfering. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I ask intrepidly. 
 
 `` I'm Stan Lee, and your world is a mere fantasy, an illusion created to entertain. You are a pawn who understands not what they are a part of, I am but one of millions that watches these events unfold and looks forward to each new event.'' 
 
 `` What events?'' 
 
 `` The ones worth watching,'' He says grimly, after which he turns around. 
 
 `` Stop, you're coming with me!'' 
 
 `` No,'' And he vanishes. But a book or magazine falls on the ground where he was standing. 
 
 I walk over to this book and it appears to be a comic of some sort, as I pick it up I recognize the cover. 
 
 On the cover is an comic version of director Coulson requesting me to locate the one known as Stan Lee.
