Tamaranean in Marvel

Waking up in a spaceship was the last thing to ever cross my mind. I know I should be panicking, but the sight of the stars and the beautiful blue globe rapidly approaching me is a great distraction. The hum of the spacecraft and the gentle vibration under me add a surreal quality to the experience. I take a moment to inspect my new body, feeling oddly detached from the situation.

"I'm a freaking baby," I thought, noticing my small, chubby limbs. "Okay, so first, limb check. One, two, three, four… five… six. Wait, six!" I look down to see a red tail curled around my waist. "Ooooohhhh... my... gosh, am I a Saiyan?!"

My body vibrates with excitement, and the possibilities overload my mind until I feel twitching atop my head. I reach up to scratch the itch, only to discover... "What is that? Is that cat ears? Don't tell me I'm a beastkin... Sigh, goodbye Saiyan life, it was good while it lasted."

But if I'm a beastkin, then what type? I never saw one with bright orange skin. My thoughts are interrupted by the turbulence from atmosphere reentry. I was thinking so much I didn't even notice that I made it to Earth.

I landed on a farm, yeah, the whole Superman backstory or whatnot. My pod opened up with a hiss, and I sat there, taking in the earthly oxygen for the first time. 'I guess it's time to get moving.' I tried to move, but as expected, I'm just a baby. I tried to scream, but the noise that came out was crying.

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"Laura! Where'd you put my wrench?" John called out from the barn. For the life of him, he always seemed to lose it when he needed it.

"It's in the bathroom under the sink," Laura replied from the kitchen, her voice carrying through the open windows.

"Thanks, love!" John replied. "Is it the tractor again?" Laura chuckled.

"Yeah, you know how it gets." John sighed, wiping his brow. "I told you we should've got rid of that piece of junk," Laura said, shaking her head with a smile.

"I know, I know, but it was passed down to me from my father, who had it passed down to him," John chuckled. "You know me so well."

John found the wrench and headed back to the barn, ready to tackle the old tractor once more. As he walked, he heard a strange noise coming from the field. It was faint, almost like a baby's cry. He paused, listening intently.

"Laura, do you hear that?" John called out, stepping towards the source of the sound.

"Hear what?" Laura asked, coming to the door of the house.

"Sounds like a baby crying," John replied, moving towards the field.

As John approached the source of the sound, he saw the strange, metallic pod sitting in the middle of his field. The baby's cries were coming from inside. He rushed over, his heart pounding. The pod's door was already open, revealing a tiny, orange-skinned baby with cat ears and a red tail.

"What in the world..." John muttered, reaching in to pick up the baby. The little one looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, the crying stopping as soon as it felt the warmth of his hands.

"Laura! Come here, quick!" John shouted, cradling the baby gently.

Laura ran over, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the baby. "John, what is that?"

"I... I don't know. But it's a baby, and it's alone. We can't just leave it here," John said, his protective instincts kicking in.

Laura nodded, her maternal instincts taking over. "We need to take care of it. Poor thing must be scared out of its mind."

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The couple took the baby back to their home, cleaning it up and wrapping it in a soft blanket. Despite the initial shock, they couldn't help but feel a connection to the little one. They decided to name the baby Star, after the stars that brought it to them.

Days turned into weeks, and Star became a part of their family. John and Laura were amazed by how quickly Star adapted and grew. His personality was vibrant, filled with curiosity and a boundless energy that brought life to their quiet farm. They soon realized that Star was not an ordinary baby. His bright orange skin, cat ears, and tail were just the beginning of his uniqueness.

Star's abilities started to manifest as he grew older. He could fly, harness energy, and had a strength that was beyond human. John and Laura did their best to keep his abilities a secret, knowing that the world might not understand or accept him.

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One day, when Star was about five years old, he was playing in the field when he noticed a strange man watching him from a distance. The man had a stern look on his face and wore a suit that seemed out of place in the rural setting.

"John! Laura!" Star called out, flying back to the house.

John and Laura came outside, their faces filled with concern as they saw the man approaching. "Who are you?" John demanded, stepping protectively in front of Star.

The man held up a badge. "My name is Phil Coulson, and I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D. We've been monitoring unusual activity in this area, and we believe your... child may be the source."

John and Laura exchanged worried glances. "He's just a boy," Laura said defensively.

Coulson nodded. "I understand that. But he's also not from this world. We need to ensure his safety and the safety of others."

Star looked up at his parents, his eyes filled with fear. "I don't want to leave you."

John knelt down, placing a reassuring hand on Star's shoulder. "You won't, son. We'll figure this out together."

Coulson sighed. "I'm not here to take him away. I'm here to offer help. S.H.I.E.L.D. has resources and knowledge that could benefit Star. We can help him understand his powers and how to control them."

Laura took a deep breath. "What does that mean for us?"

"It means we work together. Star stays with you, but we provide support and training. We ensure his safety and the safety of those around him," Coulson explained.

John and Laura looked at each other, the weight of the decision heavy on their shoulders. Finally, John nodded. "Alright. But we do this on our terms."

Coulson smiled. "Agreed. Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Star."

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As the years passed, Star trained under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s guidance while living with John and Laura on the farm. He embraced his Tamaranean heritage and learned to control his powers, always maintaining his vibrant and cheerful personality.

Despite the challenges, Star found joy in the simplest things. He loved flying through the skies, exploring the world around him, and helping those in need. His unique blend of Tamaranean powers and cat-like agility made him a formidable hero, even at a young age.

Through it all, John and Laura remained his anchor, providing love and support. They taught him the values of kindness, bravery, and compassion. Star's journey was just beginning, but with his family's love and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s guidance, he was ready to face whatever the future held.

Star's presence on Earth brought hope and wonder to those who knew him. He was a reminder that even in the vastness of the universe, the bonds of family and the spirit of adventure could create something truly extraordinary.