The vast emptiness of space stretched endlessly, a silent abyss illuminated only by distant stars. Against this infinite void, a lone spacecraft drifted, its destination—Earth.
Inside the vessel, nestled within a protective pod, an infant Kal-El lay peacefully. A soft, alien fabric, adorned with the House of El's sigil, wrapped around his tiny form. He did not stir, oblivious to the enormity of his fate.
Beside the pod, Kara Zor-El sat, her youthful face set in quiet determination. At just ten years old, she had been entrusted with the greatest responsibility of her life—protect Kal-El.
Krypton was gone. Their parents were gone. But Kal-El was the future.
Kara clenched her fists. "I'll protect you, little cousin. I swear it," she whispered.
Then, everything went wrong.
The Rift in Space-Time
A sudden, violent tremor shook the vessel. Alarms blared, red emergency lights flashing in rapid succession.
Kara's breath hitched as she grabbed the control panel. "What's happening?!"
The ship's AI responded in its usual calm, synthetic voice—except this time, its words carried a tone of urgency.
"Warning: Unidentified space-time anomaly detected."
Ahead of them, the vast blackness of space twisted. A gaping rift—pulsating with unstable energy—ripped open before them. Its edges crackled with streaks of golden lightning, warping reality itself.
The anomaly expanded, growing into a swirling vortex of cosmic chaos.
Kara's heart pounded. She had seen black holes, wormholes, and spatial distortions in Kryptonian star charts. But this was different.
It should not exist.
Panic surged through her as she gripped the controls, trying to steer away. "Come on, move!"
The ship's AI issued another alert.
"Gravitational pull increasing. Collision imminent."
The vortex's pull was too strong. The ship lurched forward, spiraling uncontrollably toward the unknown.
Kara barely had time to scream before the ship was swallowed whole.
A Soul Awakens
Inside the capsule, something shifted.
A presence stirred—one that should not have been there.
A second soul—one not of this universe—merged into the fragile body of Kal-El.
At first, it was nothing but a whisper. A flicker of consciousness. Then, like a dam breaking, memories rushed in.
Shiv's memories. His past life. His death. His encounter with the ancient being.
And then—something unexpected.
Another will surged within him.
Not his own. Superman's.
It was not sentience, not thoughts, but a deep, unshakable instinct—one that transcended time, space, and even rebirth.
The desire to restore Krypton.
It was not just a passing wish. It was a calling. The dream of his ancestors, encoded in his very cells. It latched onto Shiv's soul, fusing with his ambitions, reshaping him.
His thoughts, his choices—those were still his own.
But he would never forget Krypton.
Arrival in a New Universe
The ship tumbled violently within the anomaly, spinning through waves of unstable energy. The shields flickered, barely withstanding the chaotic forces surrounding them.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun—
The storm ended.
The vessel was ejected, flung into the abyss of another universe.
Navigation systems struggled to recalibrate, scanning for familiar coordinates.
They found none.
The AI computed the nearest habitable world—Earth.
But this was not the Earth their father had planned for.
They had entered a different universe. One where gods walked among mortals, where mutants defied evolution, where cosmic entities loomed beyond the stars.
They had arrived in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
The Fall to Earth
Gravity took hold.
The ship's exterior ignited, flames licking across its surface as it plunged through the atmosphere.
A fiery streak cut across the sky, a blazing comet hurtling toward the planet below.
On the surface, watching eyes turned skyward. Scientists, heroes, and those who lurked in the shadows all took notice.
The ship collided with the earth, carving a deep crater into the land. Smoke and dust billowed into the air, scorching the impact site.
For a long moment—silence.
Then, with a slow hiss, the hatch opened.
Inside, two Kryptonians lay motionless.
An infant—his tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber.
A young girl—unconscious, but alive.
They had escaped Krypton's destruction.
But their story had been rewritten.
The Last Son of Krypton had landed in the Marvel Universe.
His new legend had begun.
Author's Note
🔥 Next Steps:
MC will settle into this world before his first major journey—to the Harry Potter Universe.
In the MCU, he will act from the shadows, rarely revealing himself directly.
But in other worlds, he will be unscrupulous, shaping them as he sees fit.
Power, knowledge, and ambition—his rise will be legendary.
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