"Yes!!" James shouted in joy, then quickly covered his mouth when he realized his blunder.
A normal nine-year-old—or at least the previous him—couldn't even make the bed shake without exerting all his weight, but now he had lifted it a few inches off the ground.
To avoid any trouble for his slip-up, James hurriedly tidied the room, climbed into bed, and pretended to be asleep.
After all, he was supposed to be sleeping.
But as he lay there, he couldn't contain his excitement. He knew that as he grew, his strength would only increase.
Maybe one day, he'd rival Captain America, and with proper training, he could even surpass him. Though he hadn't fully tested his strength yet, he was certain his future was bright.
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It had been four years since James discovered which universe he was in, and he had already taken measures to ensure his survival.
His family was doing fine, though it was now just him, his mother, and his grandmother. James' grandmother had three daughters, including his mother, and in the past four years, the other two had married and left home.
That left his mother to handle everything, making her the de facto head of the household. While there were fewer mouths to feed, there were also fewer income sources, forcing his mother to take on multiple jobs to support them.
As for his grandmother, she was doing well for her age—aside from the Alzheimer's she had recently developed. The woman was tough, but her condition made it nearly impossible for James to leave her alone.
He had considered curing her many times but ultimately decided against it for several reasons, the most important being that she had lived a long life. She deserved peace.
What was the point of extending her time in a world she had little attachment to? Besides, James doubted it was wise to heal her just so she could witness the chaos that would unfold after Tony Stark's revelation.
In a way, she was lucky. And while James would miss her dearly, he chose to play the role of Thanos in this situation—letting her live out her remaining years in bliss rather than curing her, only for her to wake up one day to the Hulk smashing through their house.
Moreover, the only viable methods James had to cure her were the Primagen Crystal and the Immortal Elixir from the Philosopher's Stone.
There were many versions of the Philosopher's Stone in this dimension, but they all had one thing in common: they could create the Immortal Elixir.
Using it would de-age his grandmother to her prime and grant her immortality, forcing her to live forever.
The Primagen Crystal, on the other hand, would also heal and restore her youth, dramatically extending her lifespan rather than granting true immortality.
Even now, James didn't fully understand all the abilities the Primagen had given him—especially considering he had consumed an entire crystal by himself.
The Progenitors had used only a handful of them to evolve the Kree, meaning a single Kree wasn't even entitled to an entire crystal. At most, a few were shared across the entire race.
Considering these factors, James chose to keep everything to himself rather than force an old woman into an eternal life she never asked for.
There weren't many resources in this dimension that could heal without side effects, and the few that could required him to bond with them first.
Either way, there wasn't much he could do—unless he risked gaining unwanted attention from the Living Tribunal by bonding with some of the more powerful materials he could think of.
James was at least 60% sure that the Living Tribunal wouldn't care about power imbalances in the universe if he absorbed something like the Tenth Metal or another substance that granted near-omnipotence.
But there was still a 40% chance that he would. The Living Tribunal existed to maintain balance in mystical forces across the Multiverse.
While "mystical forces" might be interpreted as magic, it could also refer to supernatural forces in general. Any form of extraordinary ability fell under that category, meaning the Tribunal might indeed take notice if James suddenly became too powerful.
And he wasn't willing to risk it—not yet. He still had a long way to go before the major events of this universe unfolded, giving him plenty of time to find a way to grow stronger.
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Three Years Later
James' POV
It's been thirteen full years since I arrived in this universe, and in my opinion, things have been going really well. Of course, there were some tragedies along the way, but that's life—bad things happen, and we move on.
Grandma passed away two years ago. While it was a sad event, we all moved on fairly quickly. I think my mother shares the same mentality as I do—death isn't something to grieve when the person has lived a long, fulfilling life.