An old man smiled gently.
"Malrick, take good care of yourself. I don't know if I'll survive…"
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Morning came.
Malrick awoke to the familiar sound echoing in his ear.
Golden sunlight flooded the cabin, bathing his body in warmth. His lashes twitched slightly before his eyes opened, and for a moment, a brilliant gleam flashed in his dark pupils—sharp and radiant, like sunlight itself.
"Tony!" he blurted out instinctively.
Tony Stark—his adoptive brother—had just spoken to him in a tone that sounded too much like a farewell. Yet now, there was no sign of him.
Malrick's heart skipped. "Tony's in danger… no, he actually went to Afghanistan? Even after I warned him so many times? Damn it. That arrogant idiot."
He reached for the screen beside him, tapping it with frustration.
The intelligent system responded instantly. With a faint click, the restraints around his waist released, and Malrick floated into the air.
He wasn't alone.
All around him, objects hovered in zero gravity—tapes, metal trays, scraps of food packaging—drifting aimlessly like plankton in a still ocean.
But this wasn't an ocean.
This was a spacecraft.
The "bed" Malrick had been lying on was nothing more than a titanium alloy panel bolted to the cabin wall. He had been strapped to it for months, facing the scorching sun nearly the entire time.
When he was hungry, he ate nutrient-dense bread. When he was thirsty, he drank synthetic fluids. When he needed to relieve himself, the intelligent system handled it. He practically lived on that titanium board.
Six months.
He had spent six full months like this.
"I didn't manage the full two-and-a-half-year solar exposure like in the original plan, but… even half a year was enough."
Malrick clenched his fist, floating in the microgravity. His entire body pulsed with power he'd never felt before.
Every cell, every drop of blood, surged with energy.
Sunlight poured across his bare torso, highlighting the lean, honed muscles he'd sculpted through nothing but exposure and patience.
He could feel it—the transformation.
"This… this is the power of a Kryptonian," Malrick whispered, gazing out through the wide space window at the blazing sun in the distance.
It had been nearly nineteen years since he arrived in this world. He never imagined he'd one day wield power capable of rewriting it.
Staring out into the endless void of stars, he couldn't help but reflect on how far he'd come.
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Malrick Stark. A traveler through time.
In his previous life, he was just Malrick—an ordinary office worker with a mundane life and no grand ambitions.
That all changed the day he tried to stop a mentally unstable man on the subway. He paid for his courage with his life.
Then he woke up in another body.
A baby. Not even a year old.
Somehow, he had been reborn—memories of his past life only resurfacing when his infant mind became capable of containing them.
Before that? Nothing. His brain was too underdeveloped.
In this new world, he'd been abandoned. Left to die.
But fate intervened.
Howard Stark, of all people, adopted him.
The first face Malrick saw after regaining his memories was that of Tony Stark—red-eyed and crying, cradling him in his arms.
Later, Malrick learned why.
The very day his past memories returned… the Starks died in a car crash. Malrick was the only survivor.
Found on the roadside, barely breathing, wrapped in a swaddle that had twisted around his neck. A few feet away, the wreckage of the explosion still burned.
The doctors called his survival a miracle. The last gift the Starks left behind.
Tony must have believed that too. He raised Malrick as more than a brother—he became his guardian, his family.
But he wasn't exactly father-of-the-year material.
What kind of father takes a toddler to a party, hangs him around his neck like an accessory, then tosses him on a couch while he goes off with a supermodel?
Thankfully, Tony eventually met Pepper Potts.
With her around, Malrick finally got to sleep through the night.
Still, he never forgot. Every time he endured a sleepless night because of Tony's antics, he mentally tallied up the debt.
"You'll pay for this when you're stuck in a cave in Afghanistan," he used to mutter under his breath.
Malrick had watched the Marvel movies in his previous life. The moment he heard the names of his adoptive parents and brother, he knew exactly what world he'd entered.
A dangerous world.
Supervillains, alien invasions, deadly tech… Even a minor timeline deviation could get you pruned by the TVA—if it still existed.
Luckily, he made it to eighteen.
He suspected the multiverse had splintered and the Sacred Timeline no longer existed. Maybe that's why the TVA never came.
Still, that didn't change how lethal this universe could be—especially if you were related to Tony Stark.
And he'd waited eighteen years… without a single sign of a golden finger, cheat system, or superpowers.
No mutant genes. No cosmic radiation. Just… himself.
He had to admit—getting a second life was a blessing. But in the Marvel universe, being powerless was practically a death sentence.
Even so, he used the one advantage he did have: knowledge.
In 2006, when he turned sixteen, Malrick decided to act.
He guided Tony to invent tech ahead of its time—smartphones, tablets, holographic displays.
Stark Industries exploded in growth, transforming from a weapons contractor into the world's leading tech empire.
He even tried pushing Tony toward creating the Arc Reactor.
But Tony kept brushing it off. "Too advanced. Not feasible yet."
Malrick knew the truth: Tony was just too lazy.
Smart as he was, if he didn't feel the need, he wouldn't move an inch.
Malrick remembered how Tony invented an entire touch-screen interface just because he mentioned, "Wouldn't it be cool if your phone was just a screen you tapped on?"
The guy was brilliant—but stubborn.
In the end, there was only so much Malrick could change.
He tried uncovering Hydra's secrets. Tried tracking down Bucky to avenge the Starks. Tried warning Tony about Obadiah.
But Obadiah was slick. It took years for the cracks in his facade to show.
Malrick told Tony everything. Warned him not to trust too easily. Begged him not to go to Afghanistan.
Tony nodded, promised to be cautious… and then ignored him anyway.
Malrick couldn't push too hard. He was still technically just a younger sibling. And if Tony got curious and started hacking government agencies based on Malrick's vague "hunches," he might trigger Hydra's attention.
That would get both of them killed.
Worst case? Bucky might be the one sent to finish the job.
In the Marvel universe, being rich or smart didn't protect you. Even with the Stark name, Malrick was just another speck in a cosmic storm.
But everything changed on his eighteenth birthday.
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