MCU- Superman

Testing His Limits

Clark stood on the edge of a high cliff, his gaze fixed on the burning sun above.

It had been months since he started testing himself—since he began pushing the boundaries of his Kryptonian heritage.

Nothing.

No heat vision. No super speed. No flight. No super strength beyond what an Olympic-level athlete could achieve.

It was infuriating.

For fifteen years, he had lived with the knowledge that he was Kal-El. That one day, his powers would awaken, and he would rise above the mortals of this world. He had planned for it.

Yet, no matter what he did—standing in direct sunlight for hours, trying to break through his limits, attempting to fly, heat his vision, shatter steel—nothing worked.

He was still human.

He clenched his fists.

"Why…?"

He had assumed that being in the Marvel Universe might have delayed his Kryptonian abilities, but to be this weak for so long?

It wasn't normal. It wasn't right.

A dark thought crept into his mind.

What if I never awaken? What if I stay powerless forever?

The idea twisted in his stomach like a knife.

It wasn't just about strength—it was about control. About domination. If he remained weak, then he was just another man in a world filled with gods and monsters.

That was unacceptable.

He grit his teeth, stepping closer to the edge.

"One last test."

Taking a deep breath, he stepped off the cliff.

The wind roared past his ears as he plummeted.

No flight.

No instinct to hover.

Nothing.

He crashed into the ground below, his body aching from the impact. He felt his ribs crack, his arm dislocate—but he healed within minutes.

His regeneration was fast—faster than normal.

But it was still far from what it should be.

He slammed a fist into the dirt, frustration boiling inside him.

If his body wouldn't give him his powers naturally, then he would have to force it.

But how?

---

The Date That Feels Like Goodbye

Days passed, and Clark remained lost in his own thoughts.

He hardly spoke. Barely reacted.

He knew Gwen could feel it.

The emotional distance between them was growing.

And she was terrified.

That was why, when she invited him out for a date in the city, he didn't refuse.

The evening air was crisp as they walked through the streets, her arm wrapped around his, but Clark was detached. His mind was still in the dark abyss of his failure.

Gwen glanced up at him, biting her lip.

"Clark… are you mad at me?"

That made him pause. "What?"

"You've been… distant. Did I do something wrong?" Her voice wavered.

Clark exhaled. "No. It's not you."

"Then what is it?" she pressed. "You don't talk to me like before. You barely look at me anymore."

Clark said nothing.

Gwen's grip on his arm tightened. "Are you… breaking up with me?"

He stopped walking.

Turning to face her, he saw the sheer desperation in her eyes.

Before he could say anything, Gwen suddenly blurted out, "No! No, don't leave me! If you love someone else, that's fine! I don't care! You can be with her too—just don't push me away!"

Her voice cracked as tears slipped down her face.

Clark froze.

For the first time in a long while, he didn't know what to say.

He had manipulated her—slowly, carefully, deliberately. He had guided her thoughts, emotions, desires. But now, seeing her break like this, he wondered if he had gone too far.

Had he pushed her past the point of reason?

Gwen trembled, looking at him with raw vulnerability.

Clark opened his mouth to say something—anything.

Then the world exploded.

---

The Attack

A loud BOOM shattered the air as fire erupted down the street.

Screams filled the night.

Clark reacted instinctively, grabbing Gwen and shielding her with his body.

Chaos unfolded in seconds.

People ran, scattering in all directions. Gunfire rattled through the streets. A terrorist attack.

Clark narrowed his eyes, scanning the area. Three armed men.

The civilians were either dead or gone.

Only Gwen, Clark, and two other people were left.

And the terrorists noticed.

One of them, a tall man with a scarred face, leered at Gwen.

"She's pretty," he muttered in Arabic. "Take her."

Clark's mind snapped.

Gwen screamed as the man grabbed her wrist.

Something inside Clark broke.

His vision blurred. His skin burned. A deep, primal force awoke inside of him.

The world shifted.

A pulse of white-hot energy exploded from his body, shaking the ground.

The terrorists stumbled back.

Clark breathed in—and felt everything.

The molecules in the air. The blood pumping through the veins of the men before him. The weight of the universe pressing down on him.

His Kryptonian powers had awakened.

But something else had come with them.

A force beyond Krypton.

Multiversal energy swirled within him, twisting and churning, trying to drag him away from this world.

But Clark ignored it.

His eyes burned.

And then—

He unleashed hell.

Twin beams of searing red light exploded from his eyes, slicing through the first terrorist like paper.

The second one raised his gun—too slow.

Clark blurred forward, crushing his throat with a single hand.

The third terrorist, the one holding Gwen, stared in horror.

"You—you're a monster—"

Clark didn't care.

He snapped his fingers.

A shockwave of invisible energy burst forth—his newfound power warping reality itself.

The terrorist vanished.

Erased from existence.

Gwen collapsed, gasping. "Clark…"

But Clark barely heard her.

Something was wrong.

His vision blurred. His body felt heavy.

The strain of his first awakening was too much.

Before he could react, one of the dying terrorists pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The bullet tore through his chest.

Pain exploded in his body. His vision flickered.

His knees buckled.

"CLARK!"

Gwen's scream was the last thing he heard before everything went dark.

And the question that remained,"How the fuck I got shot"

---

Clark's body hit the pavement, blood pooling beneath him.

Gwen sobbed, shaking him.

But the danger wasn't over.

A fourth terrorist emerged from the shadows stepping toward Gwen with a cruel smile.

She gasped, scrambling backward, realizing she was alone.

Clark was unconscious.

Vulnerable.

And the nightmare wasn't over.

To Be Continued…