Beyond Infinity - MCU verse

The world was warm, dark, and serene.

Aron couldn't move much in this confined space, but he didn't need to. The rhythmic thrum of his mother's heartbeat soothed him, and the muffled sounds from outside were a comforting reminder that he wasn't alone.

Yes, he was fully aware. It wasn't like those vague, dreamlike moments you'd imagine a fetus might have. No, Aron had clarity—complete and terrifying clarity.

He remembered everything about his past life. The awkwardness of his teenage years, the monotony of adulthood, and the utterly humiliating way he'd died. Slipping on a banana peel and falling headfirst into a parked bicycle rack? Yeah, he'd been that guy.

And now? He was here.

Not just alive but alive. His senses, though dulled by the barriers of the womb, felt sharper. Every vibration, every murmur from the world beyond reached him. And then there was the power.

It thrummed quietly, like an untamed beast coiled within him. He couldn't quite describe it, but it was vast—too vast. Yet, somehow, it felt as natural as breathing. Aron knew exactly what it was. The abilities of Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, were his.

"How?" he wondered. "Why?"

But there were no answers. Only the gentle rocking motion of his mother's body and the endless darkness of his temporary home.

Time passed, though how much he couldn't say. Days? Weeks? It all blurred together. His only markers were the increasing frequency of external voices and the gradual tightening of his surroundings.

Then, it happened.

His world shifted violently, the walls closing in as a crushing pressure enveloped him. It was unpleasant, like being shoved through a narrow tunnel. Light—blinding, overwhelming light—pierced his senses as the warmth of his former world disappeared.

And just like that, Aron was reborn.

His cries filled the room, raw and instinctual. It wasn't like he wanted to cry, but what else could he do? He was wet, cold, and covered in something slimy.

"He's beautiful," a soft voice said.

His blurry vision slowly adjusted, and he caught his first glimpse of his new world. A woman—his mother, he realized—was holding him close. She looked exhausted but radiant, her brown hair sticking to her damp forehead as she smiled down at him.

"White hair…" another voice murmured.

It belonged to a man. His father, judging by the way he stood beside the bed, his gaze fixated on Aron. No, on Aron's hair.

He felt a hand brush against his head, tentative and curious.

"It's... unusual," the man said after a pause.

"Fascinating," a third voice, probably the doctor, added. "I've never seen anything quite like it."

Aron's mind churned. White hair? He hadn't considered how Gojo's signature look might translate into this world. No wonder they were staring.

The woman chuckled weakly, cradling him closer. "A unique child," she murmured.

"What should we call him?" his father asked, his voice softer now.

The woman looked at Aron, her expression tender. After a moment, she smiled.

"Jason," she said. "Jason Broune."

Aron—or rather, Jason—felt a strange mix of emotions. His old name was gone, replaced by one that felt both foreign and familiar.

"Jason…" his father repeated, nodding as though testing the name on his tongue.

Jason didn't have much time to dwell on it. Exhaustion washed over him, his tiny body succumbing to the demands of his new reality. As his eyelids grew heavy, one thought lingered in his mind.

"This is going to be... interesting."

The following weeks were a blur of new sensations and adjustments. Jason had to remind himself constantly that he was a baby. His parents adored him, fussing over his striking white hair and unusual blue eyes. Everywhere they went, people stared.

"Such a beautiful child!"

"He looks like an angel!"

Jason wasn't sure how he felt about the attention. On one hand, it was flattering. On the other, it was exhausting. He missed the anonymity of his past life.

Still, he had other things to focus on. His powers, for one.

It didn't take long to confirm that he had full access to Gojo's abilities. Even as an infant, he could feel the Infinity around him, a constant presence that responded to his will. It was difficult to control, his undeveloped body limiting what he could do, but the potential was undeniable.

One afternoon, as he lay on a blanket in the garden, Jason decided to test his abilities. He raised a tiny hand, focusing on the space around it. A faint shimmer appeared, the edges of reality bending ever so slightly.

It was crude, imperfect, but it was there.

"Jason?"

His mother's voice startled him, and the shimmer vanished instantly. She knelt beside him, her expression curious.

"What are you looking at?"

Jason gave her a wide-eyed baby smile, the kind that made adults melt. She laughed, brushing her hand through his snowy hair.

"You really are special," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

Jason relaxed, his tiny body sinking into the soft blanket. His mother had no idea just how special he was.

But that was fine. For now, he was content to play the role of the curious, adorable child. There was no rush.

He had a lifetime ahead of him.