MCU- Superman

(Clark's POV)

Fifteen years.

It had been fifteen years since I first landed on Earth.

Fifteen years since I was ripped from my world, from my previous life, and forced into this new existence.

At first, it had felt like a dream—a bizarre, surreal second chance. I had woken up as Kal-El, the last son of Krypton, and for a year, I had thought I was in the DC Universe. I was prepared for that. I knew what I had to do.

But then the accident happened.

The rift. The space crack. The shift in reality that threw me into Marvel's Universe.

From that moment, I knew things had changed. I still had Superman's legacy, his body, and his potential, but my plans had to adapt.

For the last fifteen years, I had been living in the relative peace of the MCU's prelude. The world was still quiet. There were no aliens, no gods, no superhumans running around in tights. The world of heroes had not yet begun.

Until today.

I stared at the television screen as the news played.

"Breaking news: Billionaire industrialist Tony Stark has been reported missing after an attack in Afghanistan. Authorities suspect terrorist involvement, but no official statement has been released by Stark Industries…"

My fingers clenched slightly.

This was it. The beginning.

I had seen the movies. I had read the comics. I knew that Stark's kidnapping was the first domino in a long, chaotic chain. The moment he built the Iron Man suit in that cave, the world would never be the same.

It was easy to forget sometimes. To get lost in the simplicity of farm life, of school, of manipulating those around me for my own pleasure and amusement.

But I had always known.

This was a world of gods, monsters, and madness.

And I had no powers.

Powerless in a World of Power

I was fifteen now.

By all logic, my Kryptonian abilities should have started manifesting. But nothing.

I was stronger than a normal human, sure—but only in the way a highly trained athlete might be. I didn't have my heat vision, my super strength, my flight.

I had thought maybe it was just too early. Maybe it would take another year or two for my body to awaken fully. But now, watching the news, I had this… gnawing sense of unease.

What if they never awaken?

What if something about this universe prevents me from becoming Superman?

Without my powers, I was just another pawn in this world's twisted game. All my plans—to build my empire, to take what I wanted, to rebuild Krypton in my own image—could come crashing down if I remained nothing more than a human with extra knowledge.

It was almost funny how easy it had been to forget the true danger of this world.

I had spent so much time indulging in Martha. In toying with Kara. In playing mind games with Gwen. I had acted as if I had all the time in the world.

But now, I was reminded.

Without power, I was nothing.

And in this world? Power ruled everything.

A Reminder of What I Have

A soft hand brushed against my cheek.

I blinked, pulled out of my thoughts, as Martha's voice reached me.

"Clark…? You've been staring at the screen for a while now. Is something wrong?"

Her tone was gentle, worried—the voice of a woman who had long since given up fighting what I had made her into.

I turned my gaze to her, watching as concern flickered in her eyes.

For a moment, all those thoughts—my fears, my doubts, my anger at my lack of power—faded away.

She was mine.

That was something no one could take from me.

I smirked, pushing myself up from my seat and stepping closer to her.

"It's nothing, Mom," I murmured, my voice smooth. "Just… thinking about the future."

Martha frowned slightly, but before she could say anything, I leaned in.

I kissed her.

Slow. Deep. Deliberate.

She stiffened—like she always did—but her resistance was half-hearted at best.

By the time I pulled away, she was breathing heavier.

"Clark…" she whispered, her voice caught between guilt and desire.

I just smiled, taking her hand and pulling her down onto the couch.

Without another word, I rested my head in her lap, stretching out lazily.

I could feel her tension, the way she was still caught in the struggle of knowing this was wrong and yet being unable to resist.

It was adorable.

A Recap of the Years

Lying there, her warmth surrounding me, my mind drifted back over the last fifteen years.

My Arrival: Crash-landing as Kal-El, but with my past memories intact. The realization that this was not the DC Universe, but the MCU.

Childhood: Learning to navigate this world, pretending to be a normal child while quietly preparing for the future.

Martha: Her initial resistance. The slow, deliberate way I had broken down her walls, twisted her love for me into something deeper, more sinful.

Kara: My supposed 'cousin,' but one who was obsessively attached to me. My most loyal protector, even if she didn't fully realize how much she had already fallen under my influence.

Gwen: A recent addition to my game. Smart, sharp, and interesting enough to keep me entertained.

Natasha & SHIELD: The first real threat. A reminder that I wasn't playing in a sandbox—I was in a world where people like Nick Fury kept eyes everywhere.

Every piece was still in play.

But now, the game was changing.

The board was expanding.

And I needed to be ready.

Facing the Future

As Martha absentmindedly ran her fingers through my hair, I let my eyes drift closed.

For now, there was nothing I could do.

My powers would come when they were ready. Or they wouldn't.

Either way, I wasn't going to waste time worrying about it.

I would deal with whatever challenges came my way when the time demanded it.

Until then, I would continue what I did best—taking what I wanted, bending this world to my will.

And the first step?

Iron Man had been born.

Now, it was time to start shaping the MCU to my advantage.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

This was only the beginning.