The Lazy Kryptonian in the Marvel World

I came from the stars and landed in the Marvel world. It's the 1990s—mutants walk among us, yet society remains comfortably at peace. Without any external intelligence to guide me, how do I hide my true nature and simply live my life here? I have no desire to become a god, nor do I chase wealth. If a salted fish wants to flip over, is it still a salted fish? Watch me as I tuck myself into a quiet corner of this world, popcorn in hand, enjoying the spectacle from the sidelines. And if I ever get pushed to the front lines? Then I'll treat it as a premium seat to the same show—still watching, still the fool who enjoys the drama, never the madman who performs in it.