Superman in Marvel
Chapter 2: The Last Son of Krypton
Pain.
Cold.
Then—warmth.
The first thing he felt was existence. His mind, once drifting in the void, was now bound to a body. But something was different. He wasn't standing. He wasn't speaking.
He was small. Weak.
A sudden pressure surrounded him—soft, comforting. Then, a sound. A voice. Gentle, warm, filled with love.
His eyes fluttered open.
A woman held him in her arms, gazing down at him with tearful eyes. Dark hair framed her beautiful face, and she smiled, despite the sadness in her eyes.
Beside her, a man—strong, proud, his features chiseled like stone—placed a hand on her shoulder. His expression was calm, but beneath it, there was sorrow.
"My son," the man murmured, his deep voice filled with both pride and grief.
His mind—young, undeveloped, but still holding the consciousness of his past life—struggled to process the impossible.
I… I've been reborn.
But before he could think further, the ground shook.
A deep, terrible rumbling echoed through the walls, and bright flashes of light erupted outside.
Explosions.
Screams.
The woman's grip tightened around him.
"Lara," the man said, urgency creeping into his voice.
"I know, Jor-El," she whispered, cradling him closer.
Jor-El. Lara.
His heart clenched. No… it can't be…
But it was.
He had been born on Krypton.
He was Kal-El.
His tiny hands curled into fists as realization crashed into him. This was the moment. The final days of Krypton. The planet was dying.
And there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Jor-El turned to a nearby console, his hands flying across its surface as holograms flared to life. Lara stepped forward, holding him close as she whispered softly.
"We wanted more time, my love," she said, pressing her forehead to his.
Another explosion shook the building, and outside, the red sky darkened as fire rained from above.
Jor-El turned back, his face grim. "It's ready."
Lara hesitated, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I… I can't—"
Jor-El placed a hand on her cheek. "We must."
Lara swallowed hard, then slowly stepped toward the pod.
No! His mind screamed, but his infant body was powerless.
He was placed inside the pod, wrapped in a soft red cloth—his cape. The metal walls sealed around him as the ship powered up.
Lara pressed a hand against the glass, her tears falling freely. "You will be strong. You will have the power to protect."
Jor-El's voice was steady. "You will be more than we ever were. You will be hope."
The ship trembled as the launch sequence began. The engines roared to life.
Outside, the sky cracked apart.
Lara leaned down, pressing a final kiss to the glass. "We love you, our son."
And then—
BOOM.
The ship shot into the sky, breaking through Krypton's atmosphere. Through the small viewport, he saw it—his home, his birthworld, shattering.
Krypton was gone.
He was alone.
His tiny hands pressed against the glass, his infant mind too undeveloped to cry, but deep inside, something ached.
Then, as the shockwave of the explosion propelled his ship further, the guidance system activated.
A course was set.
A destination locked.
Earth.
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