This is a DC and Marvel Fanfiction Only.
This story will contain characters from both DC and Marvel, and we will have some people from crossovers that both DC and Marvel have done before.
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Some changes are expected.
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It has been six years since the refugees of Krypton rebuilt their homes by colonizing the artic. The year is 1966, Six years ago Jor-El has a child on December 4th to the surprise of Dru and Kor it was not a boy, but a daughter. They named her Jessica Jor-El. She would eventually marry a man named Hiram Kent.
The two of them eventually would have a child named Jonathan Kent, he would eventually marry a woman who was half-human and half-Kryptonian named Martha Clark. "So why are you telling us this ancient one?" Asked Kor. "Because Clark Kent is going to become a beacon of hope not only to this world but the entire universe, he will not be able to have any of his powers till he is eighteen due to Lady Death."
"Unfortunately there is nothing we can do about that. He will need his family to help him. I know you wish you want to do something about this, no matter what you try it will not succeed, I know you will try but don't be disheartened know he will eventually get his powers."
36 years later out in space.
Ever wonder what was out there beyond the solar system? The Galaxy? The universe itself? Millions of races in the universe are driven to explore- others to conquer: yet… only a very select few truly know what lies beyond everything. Some would call these beings gods or primordial beings, yet even beyond those, there were others, the one common factor that binds all sentients together.
Death.
It was a constant throughout the realms of realities, through multiverses, through convergences, and like all things, over time it too took form.
Rarely does the living interest Death, but it has been known to happen from time to time. For out in the darkness, far away from the light of any universes, the entity known as Mistress Death found something very curious in her domain. It was a bright shining light in her sanctum.
Assuming a humanoid form, with a face some would say was beautiful, the Mistress of death cup her hands around the small fragile light and was surprised. Very few things could surprise Death, only the Earthers have ever truly done so, but here, in her hands was something shocking indeed. This spirit was outside her purview, out of her entire realm there was no soul that was a fusion of two souls in this realm. This soul was that indeed two souls made into one. Searching some more, Mistress Death found something else, another power, around it, rejecting it. Expelling it wherever it came from into her domain.
Mistress Death views the life of the beings known as Kal-El on Krypton, known on earth as Clark Kent, and the hero known on their earths as Superman. Death saw her other face on the very edge of this 'Superman' life, always coming closer to its end goal.
Nekron.
Yet, even Nekron's end goal was cheated from him as the souls of Superman was now in her hands. Something or someone had ejected the last sons of Krypton completely from their realities. Looking at the soul now, Mistress Death note that Nekron's stench was still fresh on it and heavy. She would need to erase it.
The only way to do that is to saturate this person's soul with experience in her realm of reality. She would need to suppress his memories and powers, it would do no good for him to feel apart, he must consider himself a citizen of her marvelous domain. Then and only then, when he died will he belong to her completely.
Grabbing the soul, she sent it towards the planet known as Earth, more specifically the Kansas region.
The beginning, ten years later.
Annandale-on-Hudson, New York.
If there was one thing that could be said about Clark Kent, son of Jonathan and Martha Kent, it was that he was whipped. Not in a bad way per se, just that the neighborhood girls- Jean Gray and Annie Richardson- had poor little Clark wrapped around their fingers. It amused the neighbors and warmed their hearts when the trio could be seen running up and down the street with poor little Clark struggling to keep up.
Thankfully, the girls knew little Clark's limit and made sure he didn't exert himself too much. The neighbors were more than happy to treat Clark with gentle gloves. The fact that he was alive was a miracle in itself, his mother Martha had felt that Clark had cheated death. Martha Kent had given birth prematurely by one month and when little Clark was finally birthed he was unable to breathe on his own. He had stayed in Smallville Medical Center for over a month before they could stabilize him. The doctors at Smallville Medical Center had warned the Kents that their son's chances of living were one out of a hundred.
Yet to their amazement, every day little Clark fought to breathe, to live, he would often release out soft cries when he was hungry or in pain. It tore at the Kents every time, yet slowly, Clark began to do better, he wouldn't be considered the healthiest baby delivered, but he survived. Little Clark would not remember the victory celebration the children's ward gave to the Kents as they proudly return home with their little boy.
Because of the way he was born, Clark was always filled with medical problems. The first year alone they had to rush him to the hospital no less than five times. Yet their child survived every time, and to their amazement, through the years, their hospital visit became less and less. As Clark grew, he began to understand the limitation set upon him and challenged it. He was very mischievous and often got in trouble trying to keep up with the neighborhood kids. At the age of five, he came across Jean and Anna, who took it upon themselves to look out for Clark. At the age of ten, in one moment of heroism, he paid back the girls' kindness.
Clark noted that the ball they were playing with went passed him, but he was too slow to catch it. Unfortunately, it rolled onto the street where Annie, skipped passed him to get it. Pushing up the large circular glasses that looked comical on him, he was able to make out a car heading down their street at a very quick pace.
"Annie look out!" Jean shouted, which was a mistake on her part as Annie froze when she heard the alarm in her best friend's voice.
Clark saw Annie's body stiffen and look at Jean in confusion before turning to look at the car that have not seen her and was almost on top of her. It was only at the last moment that he realized he had moved his body toward Annie that he saw the car and in that very last moment, was able to push Annie out of the way.
"CLARK!" Jean's shout could be heard over the sound of the tires screeching, but the last thing Clark felt was warm metal on his body.
Clark saw only darkness, and what he, and what he thought was a lady in purple with half of her face shrouded.
"Clark!"
That sounded like Annie's and Jean's voices.
"Clark! Please wake up! Please be okay!"
Annie? Jean?
"C-Clark?!"
Then as if by some miracle, Clark saw a massive emblem of a dragon that looked like the cosmos, and a massive emblem of a bird made out of fire lit up the darkness. The lady in purple seems to tilt her head to the firebird and dragon before turning to disappear.
"CLARK!"
Clark was startled awake at the shout from his best friend's voice and found himself looking at fuzzy images. He could make out the faint beeping of machinery in the background. A sound he recognized much to his chagrin. He was in a hospital… again.
"Oh my god, Clark? Baby!" the familiar voice of his mother called out to him from the left and he could now make out the blur he usually associate with her when he didn't have his glasses. His mother had wanted to move as if to hug him but restrained herself.
"Hey Mom, what are you doing here?" Clark grinned at his mother and heard her break down sobbing at his little quip. He tried to move to comfort her, but the pain that wracked his body had other ideas.
"Don't move!" Clark's mother ordered him as he let out a painful sigh. A moment later, doctors and nurses came in asking him a bunch of questions. The usual questions were asked- was he okay? How was he feeling? Any other places hurt and so on and on it went.
"Your little one will be just fine Mrs. Kent," the Doctor said finally after looking at something on his chart, "most likely he'll be in pain, but he appears to be healing nicely."
His mother thanked the doctor, but Clark had something more pressing on his mind.
"Is Annie okay, Mom?" Clark asked and heard the room quiet, followed by a chuckle by the doctor.
"That's some hero you raised there, Mrs. Kent." The doctor's humorous tone could be made out, but his blurred figure turned towards Clark. However, it was his mother that answered him and he could hear the exasperation in her voice.
"She's fine, both she and Jean are fine. They were shaken up, but Jean's shout brought Mr. Flanagan out of his house, and he called the ambulance for you."
Clark felt his body relax before he yawned tiredly. "Hmmm, that's good then…"
The doctor talked to his mother some more, but Clark found his eyes droopy and was off to sleep before he knew it.
Clark was released a few days after he woke up. He found out that he was in a coma for a good three weeks, and that, once again, it was a miracle he was able to survive the car accident. To his disappointment, he did not see either one of his friends during his stay, but he understood that it was a weekday so he couldn't begrudge them for not visiting.
It was in the middle of the afternoon when his parent pulled up at their home. Pushing his large thick cut glasses up again, not waiting for his parents, Clark opened his door and began to lean on his crutches.
"Clark! You should have let me help you!" Martha chided her son, but she was still proud that he seemed determined to be self-sufficient. Sometimes she feels as if the more she tells him about his limits the more he had to challenge them.
"It's okay mom, I got it!" Clark smiled at his mother as he slowly made his way to the door that his father just finished unlocking the doors.
"Need help there champ?" Jonathan Kent ask his son as he smiled proudly at his boy.
"I got it, dad!" Clark grinned cockily before he cross the threshold into his house and was immediately startled by a loud popping noise.
"SURPRISE!"
His dad turn on the lights to the guest room and there standing in his living room was his entire neighborhood! There was the Smiths from next door, the Weston on the other side, the Grey's, the Richardson's, and on it went!
"Clark!" twin girlish voice shouted with pure happiness.
Clark was taken aback by the speed of the two blurs that came his way and latched themselves onto him. Though he was slightly shorter than they had both occupied either side of his shoulders. One was a soft brown color the other was a fiery red.
"Look at the runt, a pretty girl on each arm!" one of the neighborhood boys hooted making the entire room chuckle out loud and completely embarrassing the three children.
"Alright then, let's get this party started and welcome back our little hero!" Another neighbor yelled out good-naturedly before the rest rushed up to Clark and started to ruffle his head or gave him encouraging pat's on his shoulders.
All through the entire ordeal, neither of the girls left his side.
A year later.
Clark glared at the bald man from atop the stair of the Grey's house. Next to him was another man with white hair. As if sensing his presence he saw the bald man look up at him and smiled kindly at him.
'Clark...' a familiar voice resonated in his head.
'I won't let them take you away Jean!' Clark looked over to two best friends who were also spying on the Bald man from atop the stairs and squeezed the girl's hand reassuringly.
'He talked to me Clark… he says he can help me get my powers under control...' Jean's face shows how upset she was.
'We can help you get it under control Jeannie.' this thought came from Annie who shared the same mind link as she put an arm comfortingly around her friend.
'I… I just can't anymore, I can't block out the voices anymore, they are becoming harder and harder to-'
Clark squeezed his friend's hand again. 'Just focus on my mind, Jean.'
Clark felt the sensation of Jean's presence who he had grown accustomed to and nodded to her.
In the end, however, it didn't matter what Clark wanted, Jean and Annie were taken away by the bald man and his silvered hair friend. They had promised to write to one another as they tearfully said goodbye.
Shortly afterward, Clark's father was promoted and was slated to head up this company's Boston division. The family packed up their belongings and moved to a nice little suburb next to the Danvers. During that time, the Superhero team known as the Fantastic Four made their debut battling movement. Shortly thereafter the Avengers made their debut. Clark had a feeling that the world was about to get a lot weirder.
Boston, Massachusetts.
Even though Clark saw the fist coming toward him, he was too slow to dodge it and felt it squarely on his nose. The impact blacken his vision for a moment before he could see again, which was when he felt a second fist make its way into his stomach knocking the air out of his body.
"Urk!"
"That'll teach you to mind your business Kent," Shane Donovan, captain of the football team sneered as he held onto Clark's head of hair.
Behind the blonde star football player were two of his teammate, offensive linemen who were making sure no one interfere.
"Well, Kent? Had enough?"
Clark didn't even need to think about his answer as he launch a retaliatory punch at the blonde football star and caught him squarely in the nose shocking the boy to release him.
"You little shit!" Shane's pained voice came out muffled as he lunged at Clark and barreled into him with force.
'So much for the myth that Quarterbacks' can't tackle,' Clark thought ruefully as he brought up his arms just in time to absorb the blows being hammered at his face.
Clark was looking around trying to find an opening only to feel the Quarterback's weight lift off him.
Peeking through the gap in his arm shields to see his three saviors that came to his rescue, at the head was none other than Carol Danvers herself.
"Picking on a Freshman Shane?" Carol Danvers, a high school senior and voted most likely to be prom queen stared down the captain of the football team after she physically pulled the larger boy off of the scrawnier Clark.
Seeing Carol, Shane's attitude immediately changed and he gave her a hurt look. "But Carol~~~ the little dweeb started it!"
"Come on Kent, sis bailed your ass out" a male voice mocked as he grabbed Clark's arm to hoist him up. "-again!"
"Awww shut up," Clark growled as he accepted the hand of his best friend Joe Danvers, youngest child of the Danvers himself, and felt himself pulled up.
"Need to hit the gym a bit more Big Blue," Steven Danvers joked as he pats Clark on his shoulders while watching his sister verbally rip into the king of their high school.
Clark sighed but turn his attention to the girl that had been the cause of all of this, ironically Clark thought, her name was Helen.
The girl in question was a pretty brunette with warm brown eyes that met his blue ones.
His glasses being thick enlarged his eyes, thus earning him the name 'Big Blue' from Steven.
"You okay?"
"You're bleeding," the girl question pointed out to Clark, who merely shrugged and wiped his nose with his shirt.
Carol had finished ripping apart Shane who was now slinking back before the girl whirled on Clark and suddenly Clark found himself looking anywhere but at the pretty angry blonde in front of him.
Also, he could have sworn that someone turned up the temperature a lot higher than before.
"Just what the hell were you thinking?" Carol coldly demanded an explanation from Clark.
Her steely blue eyes met his crystal-like blue ones.
"He jumped in because one of Shane's friends was getting touchy with me," Helen blurted out to Carol who was known as the toughest girl at their school, yet extremely pretty.
"That's when Clark ask them to stop, Shane took… issues with his tone."
Carol looked at the girl and then back to Clark who seem to have been looking at her with a slightly glazed look then to her brothers who were openly snickering at the boy in question while giving him knowing looks. Sighing, Carol grabbed Clark's shoulders and squeeze down on them.
"Come on then Mr. Wanna be Superhero, let's get you to the nurse's office and see if we can stop your face from bleeding."
Clark could only know and glared at Steven and Joe as they began to snicker louder.
It was no secret that Clark Kent had the biggest crush on their sister.
"Ummm hey, Clark?" Helen's voice snapped the boy in question back to reality as he turned to look at her.
Flushing a bit she gave him a beaming smile. "Thanks."
"No problem," Clark replied confidently and saw Carol looking at him with a raised eyebrow, but at this point, he might as well go all in. "It was nothing."
His confident demeanor made the pretty Sophomore blush prettily as she duck her head and walked away at a brisk pace.
"Smooth Big Blue, real smooth," Steven pat Clark on the back while chuckling loudly.
"You two get to class!" Carol snapped at her two younger brothers who only let out a slight squeak before they ran off.
Before long Clark found himself in the Nurse's office who was worried if she should call
Clark's parents come to get him because of all the blood.
Clark shot that down immediately.
He didn't want to trouble his parents over a minor nosebleed. He knew that they still cuddle him to some extent but he haven't needed to be rushed to the hospital in ages now!
To his surprise, he saw Carol, dressed in a nice pink halter top with a white skirt, showing off her amazing legs sitting by one of the seats waiting patiently for the nurse to clean him up.
She had tossed her book bag on the seat next to her but seemed to be looking at him with part anger and part fondness.
"You are stupid for trying to be a hero you know that?"
"Well, what am I going to do back down just because the other guy is stronger?" Clark snort and winced in pain.
"When the guy and his friend weigh ten of you, I would think that's a pretty good idea," Carol replied with a deadpanned expression.
"I thought you were supposed to be the smart one!"
Clark let out a pained hissed as the nurse apply pressure to his nose. It was true that he was smart, he just seem to be able to grasp any subject quite easily.
Even Carol's senior homework was no problem for him and she was the first in her class! She had called him a brainiac for his abilities but he hated that nickname.
He saw Carol was looking at him expectantly and could only shrug.
"It seem like a good idea at the time… besides no one else was doing anything..."
The Nurse had finished just as Carol was about to retort, probably something scathing base on her expression.
"There you go Mr. Kent, all finish," the Nurse declared happily, beside his shirt that showed the bloodstain, his face was pretty clear.
Carol stood up and Clark obediently followed her out into the hallway as they began to head back to their respective classes.
The two remained silent until Clark began to break off in the direction of his class.
"Hey, Clark?"
Just before Clark could reply to Carol he felt something on his cheek. His eyes widen as he turned to stare at Carol who had a satisfied look on her face.
"C-C-Carol?!" Clark's voice came out shrilly.
"Never changed," Carol replied before she turned her back on him and skipped toward her classroom.
Clark brought his hand to his face and touched the spot where he was kissed. A goofy smile made itself known later on his face.
"I am never washing my face again."
Because of the incident Clark became known to his school as the paper champion.
Whenever he saw someone being bullied or harassed, he would stick his nose in it much to the bully charging.
He would also end up getting his ass kicked but his friends the Danvers would always bail him out shortly after.
Clark's crowning achievement of his young Freshman year of course was being the date of Carol Danvers to the prom.
It was there he earned his first real kiss from his long-time crush among other things.
Unfortunately, for Clark, shortly afterward Carol signed up for U.S Airforce, which caused a rift in her family with Mr. Danvers.
He never heard from her again throughout high school, eventually, Steven too graduated and the money that was passed over from Carol to help Steven with college was rejected by Steven as he joined the Air Force like Carol probably to spite their father.
During that time there was a boom in the Superhero business.
The formation of the Avengers was short after the Fantastic Four debut, the mysterious mutant group known as the X-Men.
Clark often write to Jean and Annie to see if they knew anything about the group called the X-Men, but Jean replied and indicated that she had no idea.
Sure, technology had made communication easier but there was something about handwritten mail that made it seem more personal.
Learning from his parents that he had to move back to Smallville because the head of the family needed to start training him in his family's culture he moved back to Smallville at the age of 17.
But true to the Danvers sibling's prediction and his proud parents.
Clark became valedictorian of his high school and had a full-ride scholarship to any Colleges of his choosing.
Naturally, he chooses NYU with a degree in engineering.
The courses were harder but he wasn't daunted.
By that time more superheroes made themselves known, one of Clark's favorites was Spider-man, who kept on getting a bad rep by the daily bulge.
At the very least it was biased reporting by Jameson.
From time to time Clark could look out the window and see the world heroes flying overhead as the heroes did battle with villains.
Still, Clark's intellect and work with NYU and certain professors earned him a paid internship at the Baxter Building for him when he graduates.
Excited by the offer, he decided to deliver the news to his parents personally in Boston.
It was this one trip that changed everything Clark knew in the dead of night a drunk driver behind a large truck, frustrated with Clark's safe driving smashed into his vehicle and caused what should have been a fatal accident.
The truck seeing what he have done drove off, not even bothering to call 911.
