1995, New York, Osborn Mansion.

I sat in front of my private tutor, bored out of my mind as he droned on and on about the history of this world.

I looked out of the window, watching the beautiful sights of a world that was not devastated by man-made weapons created to hunt their fellow men.

"Harry! are you listening?" the tutor said sternly as I snapped back to attention.

"Yes, Mr. Harrow, you were talking about how Captain America had saved a lot of soldiers from a Hydra facility"

"Correct Harry, however, I would appreciate it if you would concentrate on my class just as much as you concentrate on your other classes," he said with exasperation as I fought to keep my grin off my face.

It had been ten years since I was reborn as a child in this strange world that was similar yet different to that of my own world.

I was reborn as Harry Osborn, the only child of Norman and Emily Osborn and heir to the Osborn fortune.

When I first woke up as a baby, I had freaked out, unable to understand how I was alive or what happened to my body, it was only after a long time that I realized that I had been reborn as a baby.

The first signs that this world was not my own came when I was given my first lessons about history by the very teacher that stood in front of me now when I was five.

The history of this world was very different from the one I knew.

The biggest difference was that Mutants did not exist in this world, Except for me, that is.

Trask industries did not exist.

Super Soldiers were a thing, thanks to Captain America.

The Nazis of this world were way more dangerous than the ones from my world, especially Hydra.

Industries that never existed in my world existed here, Stark Industries, Hammer Industries, and Quest Aerospace being the prime examples.

Another big change was that the technology of this world was extremely strange. It was very advanced in some fields, such as aerospace, genetics, and weapon technologies, but was very backward in other fields, such as power production, general health care, and other civilian fields.

This was what drove me into studying things that I and my siblings never had the chance to study due to the fact that we were born in a time of war.

I had already begun studying Genetic engineering and Nanotechnology alongside taking private classes in Business and Electrical Engineering.

I was aiming to continue in the path of my new father and take over the company after him, hopefully, I would retire in peace with a family of myself.

But life in a post-apocalyptic world had taught me to always remain cautious.

the door to the room opened as the man that was my new Father walked into the room.

Norman Osborn was a complicated individual.

There was no doubt that he cared for his son greatly, especially after his wife had died two years ago, but he never showed his love in his actions, always carrying a strict and professional dementor, even when he was at home.

Thankfully, I was not an impressionable child that would end up becoming insecure if he never showed care towards me, and Norman appreciated my maturity even though I was just a 10-year-old kid.

But he did show that he cared for me in his own ways, whenever I wanted something, he would go above and beyond to get it, when I asked for a tutor in my chosen fields of study, he had spent an extravagant amount of money and resources to recruit the greatest teachers in the entire country to teach me.

when I asked for a personal computer, he ended up buying state of the art machines from around the world for me to choose from.

When I asked for money for myself, he set up a bank account that had a ridiculous amount of money in it, granted, I needed his permission to withdraw any amount of money from it, but still, it was there.

If I had been any other kid, I had no doubt that I would end up becoming a spoiled brat.

"How are your studies going Harry?" he asked as I looked at him, his blue eyes staring into my own with a serious expression that did a good job of hiding his pride towards me.

"It is good" I replied with a grin before can say anything.

"Good, I came to tell you that I managed to get you a chance to enter any private school you want," he said as his assistant came in, putting down a dozen files that probably had information on almost every single private school in the country.

I looked at the bunch of papers with a dumb look before I looked back at my father, this was too much!.

I don't want to go to school damn it!.

But before I could speak up, Father started to speak again.

"If you want to take over Oscorp in the future, you need to have an official degree, and as an Osborn, it is important that you have at least a few under your belt," he said as I dropped the subject.

His tone was enough to tell me that he was very serious about this.

I looked at the stack of papers again as I cracked my neck.

Looks like it was time for me to start using my powers again.

In my previous life, I and my siblings were very powerful Mutants.

Alex was a Class 4 Teleporter, just like Nightcrawler from the X-men while Luna was a Class 4 Speedster.

I was a Class 5 mutant, one of the few in existence.

I had the ability to absorb any kind of energy in existence and use it as I see fit, the absorbed energy also slowed my aging along with giving me a limited regeneration capability, I am also capable of using the energy I absorbed to enhance my body, I could make myself fast enough to rival a class 2 speedster, strong enough to rival a class 4 strength type mutant, hard enough to survive almost anything and make myself smarter by focusing the energy on my brain to enhance its capabilities.

However, the reason I was rated as a Class 5 was due to the fact that I had a very high energy holding capacity, I could theoretically hold enough energy to rival a supernova.

Hopefully, With the help of my power, I would be able to escape the hell that was school.

I once again looked towards the stack of papers as a groan escaped my mouth.

I hate this life of mine.