The Son of Marvel

Jason's life began in the serene and picturesque hills of Pennsylvania, where he was raised on his family's modest farm. From a young age, he absorbed the values of hard work and determination as he helped tend to the crops, care for the animals, and assist with the daily chores. His parents, both dedicated and industrious individuals, instilled in him the belief that a strong work ethic was the key to success in life.

As Jason grew older, his aspirations were fueled by the stories his parents shared of their own struggles and triumphs. He yearned to find that one perfect job, a job that he could work at for the rest of his life. allowing him to provide for his future family, just as his parents had done for him.

Throughout his teenage years, Jason explored various opportunities in his small town, taking on odd jobs and seasonal work to gain experience. Yet, despite his efforts, he couldn't escape the influence of his agricultural upbringing. He dreamt of a career that would be both fulfilling and financially secure.

His relentless pursuit of the ideal job led him down diverse paths, from local factories to office positions, but none seemed to satisfy his aspirations completely. He continued to work tirelessly, believing that the harder he pushed himself, the closer he would come to achieving his goal.

It was during this journey that he stumbled upon an unconventional opportunity: becoming a rodeo clown. The idea intrigued him, as it combined elements of showmanship, physical skill, and a foolish sense of bravery. Believing this might be the perfect chance he had been searching for, Jason embraced the challenge wholeheartedly.

Little did he know that this decision would tragically lead to his demise. As a rodeo clown, he faced dangers with a smile on his face. One fateful day, while attempting to evade a charging bull, he tripped over his oversized clown shoes, sealing his fate. The impact of the massive bull's charge was swift and merciless, ending Jason's life at the tender age of 25.

Jason POV

""Why can't I see clearly? What is this haze that distorts my view.""

My eyes are blurry blobs of confusion. Did I wake up in a hospital? I can't move my body... Oh wait, I can wiggle my fingers! Progress! Maybe I'm just groggy. But wait, this isn't a hospital room. It's... well, it's... blurry. Everything's blurry.

I'm squirming, trying to get a better look at things, but it's like I'm watching a badly tuned TV. My arms flail like a baby bird trying to take flight. Huh. Baby bird. I think I'm a baby? No way! This is nuts. I have an adult mind and a baby's body. This isn't gonna be a walk in the park.

Okay, baby brain, time to use some smarts. I see colors, sort of. Shapes. Blurry shapes. I try to focus, using all the "adulting" skills I've got. Flex those baby muscles, Jason! But my eyes are like, "Nope, we're on vacation."

I See shapes that look like people coming towards my crib bringing what looks like toys to my crib these objects, weirdly intriguing for some reason. Not that I can grab them or anything. Oh, great. They think I'm cooing, not cursing my blurry vision.

"Hey there, little guy!" A masculine voice breaks through my confusion. He's bending over my crib, grinning like a goofball. "You're gonna be a grease monkey like your old man someday. Fixing cars and stuff."

Grease monkey? That must be code for mechanic. I give him my best baby gurgle, feeling like I'm in some bizarre undercover mission.

The other shape what I assume is my new mother leans in, cooing, "And you'll help me keep this house spick and span, won't you? One day, you'll be my little helper."

I'm mentally face-palming. Of course, she's talking about being a housekeeper. A messy, blurry world can't stop me from cracking this case.

Months fly by, and I learn my mom and dads name Franklin and Rosa Vega. Franklin is a mechanic at a local garage and Rosa is a house keeper for some fancy family in the city. Also found out where I am at good old New York City. Never been their before but heard great things. The Vega family lives a small suburban town house outside the main city.

Life goes by and I'm stuck in a baby boot camp montage. Wobbly attempts at sitting, standing, drool everywhere – the whole baby package. But in between naps and feeding sessions, I'm practicing, what I call meditative napping trying to focus past the haze that makes up my dammed eyesight.

The world around me starts making sense. "New York City" – those three words sound big and busy, like a playground for grown-ups. And then there's the moment everything clicks.

I'm sitting in my crib, babbling away. "Noo... Yoh... Kee... Tee..."

Rosa looks at me with a sparkle in her eye. "That's right, sweetie! New York City!"

New York City. I'm in a whole different world. I've got a new life, new parents, and... a new set of challenges. But got the same names of cities that my old world had. That I didn't get a chance to see in the last life. Hopefully things go a little different this time.

More time passes, and I'm crawling, standing, even babbling a bit like a real pro. Then, one day, it happens. I'm playing with my toys, and suddenly, BAM! Clarity. Crispness. I can actually see things. I spot Franklin's goofy grin, and Rosa's warm smile. Their faces come into focus, and I'm floored.

"Ma-ma. Da-da." I giggle, finally putting names to those blurry figures who've been guiding me.

A whole year of baby adventures, and I've cracked the code. And I'm gonna rock this new world, one blurry-to-clear memory at a time.