MCU- Superman(HP)

The Dursleys' Wrath

The wooden door exploded inward with a deafening BANG, splinters flying in every direction.

Heavy, thunderous footsteps shook the floor as a massive figure barreled into the room.

Vernon Dursley stood in the doorway, his face a furious shade of crimson, sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cold. His pudgy hands clenched into trembling fists, his breath coming in ragged huffs.

Behind him, Petunia hovered near the stairway, her bony fingers curled tightly around her robe. Her lips trembled, and her sunken eyes were wide with alarm.

"It's—four in the bloody morning—you little FREAK!" Vernon roared, his entire body quivering with rage.

His pig-like eyes swept the room, landing on the overturned furniture, the cracked mirror, and the shattered lamp lying in the corner. His fury only grew.

"You think you can just—wreck my house—do whatever the hell you want!?" Spit flew from his lips as he took a step forward, his heavy gut quaking with each movement.

Uncle Vernon's Outrage

His thick fingers twitched, veins pulsing against the fat of his arms.

"I've had enough of your freakish nonsense!" Vernon bellowed. "Under my roof, boy, you obey my rules—"

He lunged, his meaty hand reaching to grab Clark by the collar.

Clark's Response

Clark moved.

Fast.

Too fast for Vernon's sluggish brain to process.

Before the fat man's fingers could graze him, Clark's fist buried itself into Vernon's gut—a single, controlled punch, precise and devastating.

A wet, gurgled gasp escaped Vernon's lips. His small, beady eyes bulged, his knees buckling as his entire body folded in on itself.

Then—THUD.

The massive man collapsed onto the floor, the impact rattling the wooden planks. His fingers clawed at his stomach, his breath coming in shallow, wheezing gasps.

For the first time in his life, Vernon Dursley looked fragile.

Petunia's Horror

A shrill gasp.

Clark turned his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Petunia.

She stood frozen, her frail frame trembling violently. Her bony hands clutched at her chest, her lips parted in horror.

Her beauty, though aging, still carried an air of elegance. Her long, slim legs, exposed beneath her thin nightgown, trembled as she took a step back. Her high cheekbones and sharp features twitched with fear. Despite her usual bitterness, there was no denying she was a MILF in every sense.

"You… y-you little monster…" she whispered, barely able to breathe.

Clark tilted his head, his lips curling slightly.

"Monster?" he repeated, stepping toward her.

Petunia staggered back, her shoulders hitting the wall behind her. She had nowhere to run.

Clark took another step.

"No, Aunt Petunia," he murmured. "You haven't seen a monster yet."

The Shift in Power

Clark's hand shot forward, gripping her delicate chin between his fingers.

Petunia gasped, her breath hitching at the sudden contact. Her skin was cold, her pulse erratic beneath his touch.

"All my life, you treated me like garbage," Clark said recalling how while muddle headed they treated him.

"Like I was beneath you."

Petunia's lips trembled, her knees weak. She tried to turn her head away, but Clark's grip tightened slightly—just enough to remind her that she had no say in this.

Clark leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her pale skin.

"Now… it's your turn to learn what that feels like."

Petunia shuddered, her lashes fluttering as her breath grew shallow.

She wanted to protest, to deny him—but her body betrayed her.

She sank onto the floor, her frail form crumpling beneath Clark's overwhelming presence.

Vernon's Helplessness

"P-Petunia… d-don't…" Vernon wheezed, still sprawled out on the ground.

Clark didn't even spare him a glance.

Instead, his boot pressed down against Vernon's chest, pinning him in place like the pathetic insect he was.

"You're lucky I don't kill you," Clark sneered. "But don't worry… you'll still get to watch."

Vernon let out a strangled noise, his face draining of all color.

The Breaking Point

Clark turned his gaze back to Petunia, watching as she sat there, trembling, her entire body taut with tension.

"Oh, how I will love to break you," he murmured.

Petunia's throat bobbed, her lips parted—but no sound came out.

Her eyes were terrified.

Clark smirked.