The Man of Steel in Marvel

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New York City Streets

A reporter stood in Times Square, microphone in hand. Behind her, a massive screen replayed footage of Superman.

"Good morning, everyone. Social media is absolutely lit today after Superman's global rescue mission last night. We were lucky enough to speak with several eyewitnesses."

Cut to a young mother holding her daughter, eyes red with tears.

Daisy's voice trembled: "He saved my little girl. We were trapped on the 23rd floor. Smoke was everywhere, we couldn't breathe…

Then—crack—the glass broke, and he was just there, like a shadow in the smoke. He carried us down with one arm. I could feel the wind on my face, but his grip… was like steel."

Reporter: "What do you think of Superman?"

Daisy didn't even hesitate. "A hero. Without him, me and Sophia would've died."

Cut to the streets of Seoul. A businessman in a sharp suit gestured wildly.

Jiang Xiaobai: "The truck was coming right at me—I thought I was done for! But BAM! That guy just stood there like a steel pillar and stopped the damn truck.

The driver passed out, and he just lightly patted the hood and said, 'Next time, check your brakes.' Then walked off—in Korean!"

In a refugee camp in the Middle East, an old man dropped to his knees in front of the camera. The reporter rushed to help him up.

"The shells stopped mid-air… just stopped! He floated above us, his black cloak fluttering like eagle wings. All the soldiers' guns twisted like noodles. The kids here… they all call him almalak—the Angel."

Under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, a backpacker showed off a blurry phone video.

"Look! He caught my backpack so fast, the camera couldn't even focus!

I asked him his name—he smiled and said, 'Call me Superman.' No way this was CGI. My phone's a beat-up old Nokia!"

Virginia — Senator Stern's Villa

Senator Stern stabbed his fork into a fried egg. The yolk splattered all over the front-page photo of the Washington Post.

Jiro was hovering at a fire scene, civilians behind him.

Stern slammed the paper down and grabbed the phone.

"Get me a full report! Find out if this Superman is the same guy who used to hang around Stark in that black armor!"

His assistant's nervous voice came through: "Sir, S.H.I.E.L.D. has locked down all data… but based on armor patterns and eyewitness descriptions, there's a 99% match.

Also, Stark Industries stock just jumped 200% thanks to alien tech partnership rumors."

Stern's face darkened. He crushed his coffee cup with one hand. "Damn super freaks… The hearing's tomorrow. Get Hammer on the line—new plan. We start pressuring Tony Stark now."

At that moment, his TV was playing an interview with Tony Stark.

Tony shrugged at the reporter, grinning. "Superman? Oh yeah, he's a friend of mine. Good guy. Just keeps drinking all my wine."

"F***!!!" Stern hurled the remote at the screen.

S.H.I.E.L.D. — Classified Briefing Room

Nick Fury's single eye narrowed at the satellite feed of Jiro landing in Antarctica. Coulson spoke rapidly beside him.

"Over 200 crises resolved globally. No casualties. But the flood of civilian footage is causing widespread panic. The Council wants us to get control of the situation."

Fury sneered. "Control? You think a bunch of suits can control a guy who stops trucks with his bare hands?"

He tossed a folder onto the table. "Worry about our own house first. Pierce just had a secret meeting with Langtry. Hydra's digging under our foundation."

Suddenly—ALARMS BLARED. Red lights flashed.

An agent shouted, "Sir! Massive energy spike! Superman's headed for New York—Mach 60!"

Fury grabbed his coat and marched out. "Good. Let the world see what uncontrollable really looks like."

Stark Tower — Rooftop

Jiro landed on the terrace. The golden accents on his suit shimmered in the sunset.

As he stepped into the living room, he spotted Tony lounging with a glass of wine, a smirk on his face. Holo-screens all around were playing the latest Superman coverage.

"Had fun, Savior of the World?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Saved 42 countries last night," Tony added, swirling his wine. "Oh, and helped fix the power generator for an Antarctic base. Jarvis says they're putting your face on the Penguin Protection Society's logo."

Jiro deactivated his suit, grabbed a glass of water, and drained it. "Penguins?"

He scoffed. "Maybe we should send Senator Stern a few. Cute things help with blood pressure."

Tony burst out laughing and tossed him a key. "Bought you a villa—North Shore, Long Island. Three floors, private beach, basement's lined with lead just like you asked. Still don't get why you're blocking X-rays."

He winked. "You hiding Kryptonite down there?"

"More like keeping a certain one-eyed peeper out," Jiro replied, turning the key in his hand. It had a silver S engraved on it.

"But seriously… thanks."

Tony raised his glass, then his tone shifted. "Stern reached out to Hammer Industries. They're gearing up. The heat's coming."

He snorted. "Do they really think they can control Superman?"

A golden gleam flashed in Jiro's eyes. "Let them try."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at New York's glittering skyline. "I'll be there tomorrow. Dressed sharp."

Tony raised his glass."Need me to prep some special effects? Like you crashing through the parliament roof from the sky?"

"No need." Jiro glanced back, a dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"They'll figure it out soon enough…" He pushed open the glass doors, his coat fluttering in the night breeze.

"Regulation," he said, stepping into the dark, "is just humanity's wishful thinking when it comes to gods."

Before the words had even faded, he shot into the night sky like a black meteor.

North Shore, Long Island – Private Villa

Waves lapped gently at the private dock. Moonlight spilled over the sleek white modern building, highlighting its clean lines.

Jiro landed in the center of the courtyard. His black battle suit shimmered slightly in the breeze as motion-sensor lights lit up one by one beneath his feet, tracing a glowing path toward the villa.

He pushed open the heavy walnut door. The smart home system activated silently, soft lighting flowing from hidden channels and illuminating the six-meter-tall living room ceiling.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Atlantic stretched into the night. Under the moonlight, waves broke into silvery foam.

"Welcome home, sir," said the AI butler in a warm voice. The temperature auto-adjusted to a perfect 22°C, and orange-red flames danced in the digital fireplace.

Jiro pressed the S symbol on his chest. His armor retracted smoothly, transforming into a multi-function watch on his left wrist.

Underneath was a black tactical suit. His boots tapped lightly on the gray-veined marble floor.

On the island counter in the open kitchen sat a bottle of red wine, just uncorked. Next to it, a note from Tony:

"'82 Lafite. Goes better with the night view than your ice breath. – TS"

He chuckled and picked up a glass, walking toward the window.

The villa's minimalist design used shades of black, white, and gray, accented with dark gold metal trim—subtle, but luxurious.

A floating staircase led to the second floor, its glass railing making the space feel open and bright.

The master bedroom followed the same aesthetic. A king-sized bed faced the ocean, and as the motorized curtains drew back, the endless sea came into view.

Inside the walk-in closet, custom suits hung neatly—each one perfectly pressed and prepped by Tony.

Basement

The elevator doors slid open soundlessly, revealing a private training facility that could rival Stark Industries.

A combat range made of alloy, a simulated gravity chamber, a full holographic battle system—everything was top-tier. In the corner, a mini solar array glowed faintly, clearly tailored by Tony to suit Jiro's energy needs.

He walked to the glass wall at the edge of the facility and pressed a hidden button.

The glass slowly lowered, revealing an infinity pool stretching out into the ocean. The pool's floor was made of special materials that changed color based on body heat, shimmering a cool blue under the moonlight.

He stripped off his shirt and dove in. Water slid smoothly over his sculpted body.

At the far end of the pool, he turned—and right on cue, the villa's lights shifted into "starry night" mode. The ceiling became a stunning projection of the Milky Way, seamlessly blending with the real stars outside.

"Not bad."

He leaned against the edge, tapping his glass with a finger.

The scent of wine mixed with the sea breeze. The smart system started playing a soft, low piano tune.

For once, even as Superman, he finally had a home worthy of him.

"....."