Because she had to take care of Kal-El, Kara had no choice but to accept the kindness of Jonathan and Martha. Carrying Kal-El, who was still crying, she followed them to their house.
The house on the farm was nothing extraordinary, just a simple three-story building built near the road on the side of the farmland.
Various farming tools were scattered around the yard, along with a pickup truck Jonathan used for transporting goods or other farm-related tasks.
When they arrived at the living room on the first floor, Jonathan and his wife invited Kara and Kal-El to sit down. Martha then turned around and went into the adjoining room, returning moments later with a small basin.
Kara sniffed the air and caught the scent of milk.
Even Kal-El seemed to sense it, as his cries finally subsided. He squirmed impatiently in Kara's arms, clearly hungry.
Kara found the situation amusing but held Kal-El tightly, worried he might fall to the ground. After all, her body was only ten years old, and she was still a child herself.
"Let me take care of him," Martha said gently as she approached Kara, reaching out to take Kal-El.
Kara hesitated, hugging Kal-El closer and looking at Martha warily.
Martha tried to appear as kind as possible and explained, "I think you must be hungry too, right? Jonathan, there's still some bread in the back—bring it for her. And get her a bowl of milk as well, please."
Hearing his wife's instructions, Jonathan quickly went to the kitchen.
Kara swallowed nervously. Martha was right—she was hungry, and even more so, she was thirsty.
When Jonathan returned, he carried a tray with slices of bread, freshly cooked eggs, and a few pieces of bacon. In his other hand, he carried a bowl of milk.
Martha reached out to Kara again, this time offering to take Kal-El while Jonathan handed the food to Kara.
This time, Kara relented, allowing Martha to take Kal-El. Jonathan handed her the food, which she accepted eagerly.
If a panda saw this scene, it might call Kara an expert. After all, food and shelter are powerful motivators.
Kara didn't waste any time, taking a slice of bread and layering it with eggs and bacon before biting into it. She barely chewed before swallowing, then washed it down with large gulps of milk.
Only now did she realize how hungry she truly was.
Meanwhile, Martha faced the challenge of feeding Kal-El without a bottle. Surprisingly, Kal-El instinctively reached for the basin of milk, opening his mouth and drinking eagerly.
Martha worried about him spilling the milk and wanted to pat his back to prevent choking. However, she only had two hands.
Seeing this, Jonathan silently stepped forward, gently patting Kal-El's back with his large, calloused hands. His gaze was filled with kindness and warmth.
The siblings, who had fled to Earth, finally met kind people and had their fill of food.
"You can stay here if you want," Jonathan suddenly offered.
Kara paused, putting down the plate and bowl. She looked up at Jonathan and then at Martha, who was still holding Kal-El, reluctant to let him go.
Kara understood. If she hadn't "interfered," this couple would have adopted Kal-El. They were destined to become his adoptive parents.
Kara didn't resist the idea. As newcomers to Earth, even finding shelter for the night was a challenge, let alone food.
If it were just her, survival would still be difficult. She was only ten years old, unable to work, and lacked any form of identification. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was completely lost.
And what if they encountered bad people?
Kara wasn't bragging, but with her blonde hair and strikingly beautiful features already hinting at the extraordinary beauty she would become, she was sure to attract unwanted attention.
Caring for herself was hard enough—taking care of a baby on top of that seemed impossible.
Kara felt tempted but remained cautious. Could they truly be trusted?
Sensing her hesitation, Jonathan spoke again, trying to reassure her. "We won't ask about your origins. Even if you really are aliens, we won't tell anyone. We'll help you hide. As for your, um, 'thing'—" he gestured vaguely, referring to the spacecraft—"I'll store it safely in the attic of the barn. It'll be there for you when you grow up and need it. How does that sound?"
Martha chimed in, holding Kal-El tightly. "You're still a child. How can you take care of such a small baby on your own? If you stay here, he can have fresh milk every day and grow up healthy."
She smiled warmly at Kara. "And you—we can arrange an identity for you and even send you to school."
Kara felt her resolve weakening. Not only were they offering food and shelter, but they were also willing to solve her identity problem.
Still skeptical, she asked, "Aren't you afraid we might be bad people?"
Jonathan and Martha exchanged a glance, amused. Such a small villain?
"Are you?" they asked instead, humor lacing their tone.
Kara shook her head. "We're refugees. Our home planet was destroyed, and almost everyone is gone. Kal-El and I are among the few survivors. We escaped because Earth's environment is suitable for us."
She explained her and Kal-El's origins, hoping to show that they were not dangerous.
Martha's embrace of Kal-El tightened further, and Jonathan placed a comforting hand on Kara's shoulder, his expression filled with sympathy.
"To be honest," Kara continued, "if you're willing to take us in, we'd be very grateful. We don't know what else to do. I promise we'll repay you someday."
Martha shook her head, becoming emotional. "What repayment? Jonathan and I don't have children of our own. If you stay, that would be the best gift you could give us. We finally have a family, Jonathan!"
Jonathan smiled wryly at his wife's enthusiasm but shared her excitement.
Kara felt a mix of relief and helplessness. Since she needed their care, it seemed adoption was inevitable.
From that day forward, Kara and Kal-El gained their Earthly names.
Kal-El became Clark Kent.
And Kara retained her first name but adopted their surname, becoming Kara Kent.
Now that they had decided to stay, the two spaceships also needed to be packed and hidden away.
Kara hadn't initially planned to ask about the ships. If she had wanted to take Kal (or Clark, as he was now called) away, traveling around in the spaceship would have been far too risky—it would inevitably be detected and shot down.
Although Earth's current technological level was significantly lower than Krypton's, staying inside the spaceship indefinitely without eating or drinking wasn't a viable option. Once discovered, they would be in grave danger.
Being adopted by the Kent family turned out to be the best possible outcome for them. Kara was relieved that there was someone to take care of baby Clark, leaving her less to worry about. After all, even in her previous life, she had only been a high school student and didn't have any experience raising children. Moreover, Clark was her sibling, not her son.
While securing her spaceship, Kara discovered a few small objects in her craft and one unique item in Clark's. They were two small, pure black triangular devices, each about the size of a finger and engraved with the unmistakable "S" emblem.
This wasn't the "S" commonly known on Earth, but rather the crest of the House of El on Krypton, a symbol of hope. Both Kara and Clark possessed these mechanisms, inheriting their respective family's authority. They could activate not only their spaceships but also other Kryptonian technologies they might encounter.
Krypton's civilization had begun exploring and colonizing the universe over 100,000 years ago. However, for reasons still unclear—possibly the restrictions imposed by their Code of Life—they had abandoned their colonization plans. Instead, they remained tethered to their homeworld, a choice that eventually led to their downfall.
Otherwise, the universe's balance of power would have been drastically different. Apocalypse, the New Gods, or even the Seven Lantern Corps might never have emerged. A Kryptonian army, after all, was a force that could overpower nearly anything. Even a single Kryptonian, like Superman, was enough to change the course of worlds. Imagine the devastation tens of thousands—or millions—could bring.
After securing the triangular devices, Kara also found a set of clothing in her spaceship. It consisted of a dark blue upper body suit, a red skirt, red boots, and a bright red cape emblazoned with the "S" emblem on both the chest and back.
Kara scratched her cheek. A female Superman outfit? The thought amused her.
In the past, she hadn't been interested in romance films or dramas, preferring martial arts movies and science fiction. Superhero films, especially those from the Premier League of blockbusters, had been a personal favorite. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she'd have the chance to become a superhero herself. It was exhilarating, to say the least.
At least the outfit had a skirt—Kara couldn't imagine wearing "underwear outside" like Superman's classic design. She happily packed the battle suit away. Made with advanced Kryptonian technology, it was practically indestructible. Combined with her emerging abilities, it would offer unparalleled protection.
Even the material of the outfit absorbed sunlight efficiently, enhancing her strength by amplifying the effects of Earth's yellow sun. The sun's golden rays were a primary source of power for Kryptonians, further amplifying their abilities.
While Kara had her suit, Clark didn't have his yet—he was far too young. "Sorry, little brother," she thought with a smirk as she stored her battle suit away.
Jonathan Kent looked at the two spaceships with a puzzled expression. "Where are we supposed to hide these? We can't exactly call for help, and they're too large to lift into the attic alone."
Kara walked over confidently. "Let me handle it," she said, approaching the ship. She grabbed the edge of the craft and, with a sudden burst of strength, leapt into the air—soaring over ten meters high with ease.
The act surprised even Kara. She had thought the spaceship wasn't particularly heavy, but she hadn't anticipated being able to lift it so easily. She also realized something else—the Earth's lighter gravity significantly reduced the effort required.
As she descended, her landing was soft and feather-light, almost as though she were drifting like a feather.
Both Jonathan and Martha Kent exchanged shocked glances. They knew these children were extraordinary—aliens from a doomed planet—but for a ten-year-old girl to exhibit such incredible strength? It was almost incomprehensible.
Kara's feet finally touched the ground, but her expression changed suddenly. She dropped the spaceship and covered her ears with her hands. "It's so loud!" she exclaimed.
Martha, still holding baby Clark, and Jonathan rushed toward her. "What's wrong, Kara?" they asked in alarm.
Kara shook her head, overwhelmed by a sudden barrage of noise. Her super senses were awakening.
Every sound within a hundred-meter radius crashed into her ears. She could hear the wind rustling through crops, insects buzzing, mice scurrying underground, and even the faint movement of ants. It was as though someone had amplified the world's soundscape to unbearable levels.
On top of that, her vision began to change. When she looked up at Jonathan and Martha, her eyes betrayed new abilities. She saw through their bodies, noting the flow of their blood, the structure of their bones, and even the smallest details, like the cellular makeup of their fingerprints.
And then, her eyes began to burn. Kara turned her head sharply to avoid them and, in the next instant, twin beams of searing blue heat burst from her eyes.
It was heat vision—one of Superman's most iconic abilities—manifesting for the first time.
Kara's arrival on Earth had triggered the awakening of her Kryptonian powers.
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