MCU- Superman (HentaiVerse)

The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh grass. The crater, still steaming from the recent impact, marred the otherwise peaceful farmland. Birds, startled by the earlier explosion, had begun to cautiously return, their chirps filling the silence.

A man and woman stood at the edge of the crater, staring at the strange metallic vessel that had crash-landed on their property.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his weathered face lined with years of hard labor. His strong jawline and graying brown hair gave him a rugged, dependable appearance. His clothes—worn jeans, boots, and a plaid shirt—were smeared with dirt, a testament to a life spent working the land. His name was Jonathan Kent—at least, the MCU's version of him.

Beside him stood Martha Kent.

She was stunning, in a way that defied her age. Her golden-brown hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, framing her face, which bore the gentle grace of a woman who had aged like fine wine. Her ample curves, full lips, and piercing green eyes made her the kind of woman that turned heads even in her forties. Dressed in a fitted blouse and tight jeans that hugged her body in all the right places, she exuded a warmth that was both motherly and undeniably alluring.

Martha pressed a hand to her chest, eyes wide with worry. "Jonathan… what is this?"

"I don't know," Jonathan murmured, stepping forward cautiously. "But whatever it is, it hit the ground hard and didn't break. That's not normal."

As they drew closer, the metallic surface of the vessel reflected the morning light. Then, with a slow, mechanical hiss, the hatch began to open.

A young girl with golden hair stirred inside. Her body was draped in a Kryptonian suit, slightly torn from the crash. She blinked, her blue eyes adjusting to the light before locking onto the unfamiliar figures standing before her.

Jonathan's protective instincts flared as he instinctively stepped in front of Martha, shielding her from the unknown girl.

Kara groaned softly as she sat up, her muscles aching from the rough landing. Her gaze flickered between the two humans, noting their cautious expressions. She had expected Kryptonians—but these people… they were not.

"Who are you?" Kara's voice came out hoarse, her throat dry.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "I think we should be asking you that, miss."

Martha, however, took a step forward, placing a gentle hand on her husband's arm. "Jonathan, she's just a child," she said softly. Then, turning her gaze to Kara, she crouched slightly, offering a reassuring smile. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Do you need water?"

Kara hesitated. There was something about this woman's warmth that reminded her of Alura, her mother. She nodded. "Water… would be nice."

Martha immediately turned to grab a flask from their truck, while Jonathan remained where he was, his sharp eyes still scanning the scene. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, suspicion laced in his voice.

Kara let out a dry chuckle. "You could say that."

She glanced back at the capsule behind her, where Kal-El still lay, wrapped in his blanket. Her heart clenched. He was too young to understand what had happened, but she had to protect him—no matter where they had ended up.

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Kal-El, meanwhile, was watching everything unfold.

His infant body was weak, but his mind—Shiv's mind—was fully awake.

He examined Jonathan and Martha closely. Their features, mannerisms, and warmth—it was all too familiar. Even if this was a different universe, it seemed some things remained the same.

His eyes lingered on Martha.

She wasn't just motherly. She was… something else entirely.She was.....Hot!

Even through his infant haze, his mature mind processed the undeniable fact—Martha Kent was a certified MILF.

His future would be interesting, to say the least.

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Martha returned with a flask of water, handing it to Kara. The young Kryptonian took a few careful sips, feeling the cool liquid soothe her throat.

Martha's gaze softened as she crouched next to Kara. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

Kara hesitated before answering, "Kara. Kara Zor-El."

Jonathan exchanged a glance with Martha. That name was… strange. Foreign. "Where are you from, Kara?" he asked.

Kara clenched the flask, unsure of how much to reveal. These people were clearly not Kryptonians. She glanced back at the unconscious baby beside her.

"My cousin and I… we were sent away from our home. We crashed here by accident."

Jonathan's gaze flickered toward the infant wrapped in the blanket. The baby had jet-black hair, fair skin, and an oddly serene expression for a child.

"Your cousin?" he asked, stepping closer.

Kara instinctively moved between them, protective. "Yes. His name is Kal."

Martha's heart ached at the sight of the helpless infant. Something inside her stirred—a deep, maternal instinct. Without hesitation, she knelt beside the baby, gently brushing a hand over his soft cheek.

"He's beautiful," she murmured.

Jonathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He had seen strange things before, but this? A ship falling from the sky, carrying two stranded children? It was beyond anything he had ever encountered.

Martha turned to Kara. "Sweetheart, you must be exhausted. Why don't you both come with us? We'll get you some food, a warm place to rest."

Kara hesitated. These people were kind, but could she trust them? Then she looked at Kal-El, his tiny form curled up in the blanket. He needed shelter. He needed warmth.

"…Alright," Kara said finally. "Thank you."

Martha smiled warmly, reaching out to gently take the baby into her arms. "Let's get you both home."

As she cradled Kal-El against her chest, she had no idea that the child she now held would grow to become the most powerful being in existence.

And neither did Kal—though he was certainly enjoying the view.

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