Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark: Legacy

Sparks flew and popped; the blue pale light of the laser welder danced along the surface of the table. Wires rolled, twisted, curved as they snaked their way between the motors, power generating unit, main processing unit, and all the other subsystems he would need in order to get it functional. Tools rattled, screws clanged and tumbled in the glass jar to keep from losing such small fasteners. A glass eye sat ready to be used. Servos, capacitors, relays waited neatly in their anti-static bags knowing their time would come. Protected in a vacuum sealed chamber to keep the pathways as pure as possible that represented the building block of his photonic brain.

It was turning out to be a harder task than he thought it would be, also the materials he would need weren't cheap. Money wasn't an issue; his counterpart had set him up nicely when his past self sent him back to the present day. Given that he was him his counterpart had already been working on the blue prints for what he had been working on in secret for months, even from Veil (Virtual Empathetic Intelligent Lifeform), an intelligent AI that he had created in the past. Who ran all the base's systems and his suit, while he didn't need one due to the powers he was born with making his skin impenetrable. Then there was the super-strength he had inherited from his mother, or was it from his own self? That was a can of worms he was never going to open.

Looking up when the timer went off. He only worked on his project for two hours at a time scattered throughout the day so no one would pick up on it. Aron knew if he was missing for more than that his family -- namely his aunts -- would come looking for him. He couldn't have them peeking in when Aron needed the room to remain as static free as he could. Plus, this was his project, his personal time away from helping out his family, not all the time, just when they needed an extra hand. He wasn't a hero.

"Void?" Veil's voice came over the speakers his counterpart had built into the walls of the third sublevel of the base the moment Aron had stepped out of the hidden lab his past self had installed.

After his return he had restricted access to the third sublevel to only him and Aminah given that she would understand the danger the items, some weapons, his counterpart had made. That was until he could get everything logged, and stored in a more secure place, knowing when their child was born Aminah would want their daughter close by then the rest of his family could come and go as they pleased. The hanger for their spaceship took up most of the space, something else his past self had bestowed upon them, and after Troy had passed their parents and his satisfaction to pilot it given Troy's love for space. Whenever Aron wanted to run an experiment that required them to be in space, he would have Troy fly him to some astrological phenomena that Troy was interested in while he ran his tests.

"Yes, Veil, what is it?" Aron asked, as he walked towards the elevator.

"Agent Honeybell is on the line for you."

"Put her through," Aron directed as he pushed the subbasement level two button while the doors rolled closed.

"Void, I need a favor."

"With?" Rolling his hand for her to continue even though Sara had no way of knowing that.

"I have two agents taking heavy fire, they're in possession of some highly damaging intelligence. I've kept my distance these past few months, it's not every day a man comes back from the dead," Sara said, trying to keep her emotions from her voice. "Yet, I, the agency, needs your help. Will you?"

"One condition."

"Name it."

"Whenever you call me for my help you will acquire an item whenever I ask for it," Aron said sternly, feeling the cab slowing.

"As long as it isn't explosive and or radioactive, then I don't see a problem with the exchange."

"Then I need three pounds of caesium and a pound of platinum in their raw forms if you don't mind," Aron stated listing off his demand. He knew caesium was the best choice to make up the electrical pathways of the brain. Due to caesiums' use in photoelectric cells and radioactive properties, not in its raw state, he was going to have to tinker with the last two pounds to use as the power source for the fuel cell. The platinum would add strength and rigidity to the liquid alkali metal that he was going to turn into a smart metal to act as the neuropathways in the brain.

"When do you need this?"

"By Friday will be fine," Aron said, walking into the lab on the second floor where he always left his laptop. His family knew not to touch it if they saw it in the lab. "Okay, show me what I'm going into," he spoke once he had logged onto his secured line to the NSA hub Sara operated from and was connected. Nodding when Veil wrote out that she had tied into the feed as it scrolled across the screen. Getting up from his seat and heading towards the changing room after he had seen enough and told Sara he was on his way.

"You better be home tomorrow, you promised you'd take us shopping," Tazia said, resting her hands on her swollen belly. "Our babies are going to be born soon, we need to be ready." Her voice had a loving tone to it as she watched Aron suit up. They knew enough by now to know it meant he couldn't talk about it. They also knew Aron could handle himself given how he had come to their own rescue. However, since she and Aminah had gotten pregnant they haven't stepped foot outside in their alter egos. They weren't about to endanger their babies.

"Of course, wouldn't miss it," Aron uttered as he stepped up to her with his mask in hand. Feeling her lips tugging at his when she pulled away. Ever since construction on the large addition to accommodate the two baby rooms, a new bedroom for himself, given that it is still his house, where Aminah and Tazia slept once most of the work was completed on the inside, and a room for his other aunt and uncles with a secondary den that served as a game room, too, with its pool table along with the small kitchen nook to help take the strain from the main kitchen with so many living in one house. However, that part of the addition wasn't done yet. They focused on their two rooms to get out from underneath everyone when they were on the top floors. Aron had always wondered why they had so much land now he knew why.

"Whatever is going on, heed your own words, grandpa," Tazia teased with a sparkle in her eye when she said that. "Do what's needed to be done," she cooed as she pulled his mask down. "I'll make sure to keep your dinner warm for you," Tazia said, with a smile on her lips and a wave as he nodded before the jet bike zoomed off.

"Agent Winter, your backup is two minutes out. When he arrives head towards the Museum while your backup is providing cover, once inside he will escort you to the old subway access tunnel. Our men will see to your safety while your backup holds off any stragglers." Agent Fox Winter knelt there, hiding behind a concrete barricade, as bullets ricocheted off of it. Wondering who the hell was that strange female voice on the secret FBI channel they were using for this operation.

"Who the hell is this?! This is a..."

"I'm sorry, Agent Winter, no time for pleasantries," Sara cut him off. "I assure you we are on your side; thirty seconds, get ready to move."

Fox could hear the sound of a jet engine, "Surely, she didn't call the military?!" He cursed to himself thinking that woman just might have.

"Five..." His heart rate spiked, "Four..." Sweat beaded down his neck knowing there was no time he had to take a leap of faith, "Now!" Fox pushed off seeing his partner following suit thinking that any moment they would feel the bullet that was going to kill them. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears it was seconds before he even heard the sounds of screaming. It wasn't until the explosion that forced them to the ground that they finally took notice the terrorists weren't even paying attention to them at that moment. No. There, off in the distance, dancing within the hungry flames, stood a man cloaked in black, a distorted lump, caused by the haze from the intense heat and the smoke that still lingered in the air, was tossed aside. "Agent Winter our... man will see to drawing their fire. Quickly, before they have time to regroup."

"Just who are you people?!" Fox panted heavily into the mic in his collar.

"In time, this line isn't secure enough for that kind of introduction. We are on the same side, there is a reason for the secrecy."

"But who is he? Is he one of ours?" Fox asked, fearfully. If someone could take an RPG right in the face and stay standing he didn't want to be on the other end when the smoke cleared.

"No, I wouldn't call him 'one' of ours he works with us, not for us," Sara corrected. "That would be Void, maybe you've heard of him? So you can be rest assured that he is, indeed, on our side. You let Void worry about the terrorists, you just make sure you and your partner get to the museum safely. That intel is critical to an on-going mission."

"She knows about project Moonbeam?!" Fox gasped in shock in his head. "Right?" Fox looked at his partner with a nod they both raced for safety like their lives depended on it -- which they did. Given what they carried would bring down an organization so powerful that the public would lose their faith in those who led them.

"Finally," Aron sighed in annoyance. Did they think he liked being shot? Just because he couldn't feel the impacts didn't mean it was a pleasant experience.

"Sorry for the delay, Void. Please keep some alive if they still wish to go out... you know what to do."

"Alright, and my payment? Hold that thought... I'll have to get back to you," Aron said, as a man burst through the buildings to his right, who was gifted with gigantism. Taking stock of the body armor the group had made to outfit someone that could increase to that size. That only told him one thing; they weren't dealing with ordinary terrorists. Little did Aron know how the events that were to come would become the foundations that would thrust Aron into the one place he so loathed.

Yawning as he batted away the man's punch then allowing one to find its target only to show the man he was no match for him. Still, though, the man did try to take him down it was amusing to him. Aron wondered if the man thought so too as he tossed him into the air. His eyes followed his flight, "Veil, activate the boots," Aron directed, wondering how his newest invention was going to work out.

"Yes, Void. Void?"

"Hmm?" Aron hummed as he shot upwards. Knowing he was going to have to make some adjustments to the flight stabilizers when he got home.

"Void, is there something wrong?" Aron arched and eyebrow when Veil asked that question. "For three weeks and forty-two hours you have locked yourself in a room where my sensors cannot detect you. Have I done something that wasn't meeting your expectations?" He wondered now why, of all the times, did she have to ask that of him.

"W-who are you?" the man asked, once he had reached the apex of Aron's throw.

"Welcome to 'the Void'," Aron spoke thinking that would be a good enough lame phrase to throw suspicion off the fact that it was him in the suit. Putting five percent of his strength into the punch to the man's midsection enough to render the man near an unconscious state and using the pavement to do the rest. "Now what were we discussing? Ah, right, my payment, how's that coming along?" Avoiding Veil's question to avoid drawing Veil's curiosity any further.

"It's only been twenty minutes, Void, going to take me a bit, to get in contact with a mine for what you asked," Sara said, keeping her mirth from her voice. "So... can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead"

"What's it like to be dead?"

"Wouldn't know since I wasn't dead," Aron said, truthfully. Looking around making sure, with the heat sensors built into the mask, the coast was clear before moving to meet up with the two men Sara had sent him here to escort to safety. His trench coat ruffled in the air as he approached their rendezvous. Watching the material flutter and fan out in its flight, activating the leg holsters where he had placed his laser pistols when Sara asked him to save these two men. They were always a part of the suit, his counterpart told him as much when he watched the videos his past self had left for only him to see, he didn't like to use them since it made his thighs look bulky, he would have to agree with his other self. "Use that to cover your backs it's better than Kevlar and stay on my tail," Aron commanded setting Veil to assault mode.

"Then where were you for nearly a week?"

Aron remained silent for a moment wondering how much to tell her. "Was trapped out of time, that's the best way I can describe it."

"Okay, does that mean what I think it means?"

"If you're thinking that for six days I wasn't a part of the time stream, then yes, you would be right," Aron said, firing off two blasts that cut through the metal of the two vehicles each man was hiding behind. Hearing the men panting as they raced to the museum. He knew with his coat the odds of both of them surviving this increases tenfold. So whenever they came upon the men the terrorists had hired to keep men like him, the superpowered kind, from stopping them. Aron would have them hide and use it as a shield to stop anything. It only took ending four supervillains before the rest got wise enough to cut their losses. He was a little impressed with himself when he got the two men to the museum alive. Holstering his weapons the moment the agents the NSA sent took over once they entered. Nodding to the two men when they looked back at him, as he adjusted his coat, before they disappeared from his sight.

"Thank you, Void. You don't know how much your help means to us," Sara said, with a knowing smile flanked by two of her own agents.

"I think I do," Aron said, offhandedly.

"Then maybe you'd care to help us, and your country out, once again?" Sara asked, wearing an alluring smile.

"I'm going to assume this new favor has something to do with the one I just finished, is that correct?" Aron asked, while he knew this to be true no one outside her HUB knew he was an asset when he was in costume. So they had to play coy outside of it, and he was having a blast with it.

"It might, it's not wise to speak so openly," Sara said, stepping up, holding out her hand to Aron. Her smile widened when Aron nodded in understanding to the message she had secretly sent along the microfilament of the suit to his display. "I do hope you take us up on our offer, Void. I know we can do many great things together..." Her eyes widened in fear as an armored personal carrier was careening towards them.

"Go. Protect what you came here for, I'll deal with this," Aron said, taking off, knowing he couldn't use his weapons, not with so many civilians around. He might not be a hero, but he wasn't an asshole either. He calculated he had about ten seconds to get in front of that small girl before that infantry carrier got to her. He was thankful that he had enough fuel left over to give him the speed he needed to make that leap. Metal groaned, glass pinged and bounced before skittering along the polished tile.

Aron took a moment to study how those big, warm, brown eyes stared up at him before he spoke, "Little girl, it's going to get real dangerous here in a few seconds, do you think you can be a big, strong girl and find your mother and make sure she gets out to safety?" Aron asked, all the while he was holding up the personal carrier with one hand. Noticing who he hoped was the girl's mother when he noted the look in her eyes. "Good. Now go on, you've been a brave girl," he whispered low knowing how most kids would have been a ball of tears. He didn't know if her calmness was from the fright or something else altogether. Nodding to the mother when she called out the girl's name. "Seek cover quickly!" Aron called out giving warning to those around him as the armor plating buckled to his grip once his right hand took hold. Narrowing his eyes at the driver behind his mask as he held the armored truck aloft.

Seeing the man inside in the rear making his way towards the carriers 20mm cannon. Praying that those close by got far enough away. Aron listened to the cries of the men once he had spun the vehicle around and crushing the roof, made that weapon useless to anyone. Unaware of what was taking place in the shadows. A flash of red could be seen before that mysterious hand slipped back into the shadows. Glass crunched under foot as he stalked towards the two men who crawl/slid across the floor once he had ripped off the wrinkled remains of the carriers door. Their blood trailing in their wake, fear -- genuine god-honest fear, a fear so primal nothing else matters but one thing -- Escape! Then something flashed in the bottom corner of his left eye. Grumbling when Veil was right, they weren't armed any more. Sighing when he fired two taser darts into the men. It seemed so lack lustered to what he had in mind as the men twitched.

"So will you answer my question, Void?"

"Can you promise you can keep something secret?" Aron asked, once he had activated the voice dampeners in his mask so he could speak privately to Veil while he waited for the police to arrive.

"You know I can... father."

"Veil?" Aron uttered growing nervous.

"You are my father, you created me, you might be younger than when you did, yet you are Void, Aron Carter, my maker, does that not meet the requirements to be called such?" Groaning in his mind, it felt like fighting with his mother when Veil was like this. Aron wondered why his counterpart would base Veil's personality on their mother.

"You're right, Veil, that does meet the definition of a father."

"Then have I done something wrong to displease you that you must hide from me?"

"I'm working on a surprise for someone," Aron said, offhandedly.

"A surprise... like a gift?"

"Yes."

"And this gift requires you to work these hours?"

"If I want everything to be perfect it does," Aron nodded sternly.

"Is this person special?"

"Very, but we can't tell anyone because that will ruin the surprise. We can't have that, now, can we? But I promise you, Veil, the moment it's done, you'll be the first to see it," Aron said, in a loving tone. Ever since he had put on the suit he knew how special Veil was. Her system was something he had never even dreamed of. The factor his counterpart put into Veil's growth rate was astounding.

"I understand, Void, I'll set the information to your eyes only. But you promise I'll be the first?" If he didn't know better he would have sworn he heard hope and eagerness in her voice.

"Of course, Veil. You'll be the first."

"Then may I guess what you're working on?"

"Sure, knock yourself out," Aron said, knowing she would never guess it seeing how she's most likely thinking he would be working on what was stored on her mainframe. No. Not these plans. These plans were handmade, where he had found them in that coded message his counterpart had implanted in one of the home movies his counterpart had made for his mother and the rest of their family that had sent him to that hidden room. Just like his faithful trip to the past, his past self had decades to refine the plans; more than enough time to work out the engineering problems. Like skin for example, what do you use that feels like skin?

By the time the police had arrived Veil had listed off over two hundred names of the inventions he had stored on his own part of the mainframe that only he could access. Although, it wouldn't hurt to make one of his commercial inventions to sell that didn't involve the military. That way his children and theirs will be taken care of. Aron allowed Veil to interact with the police, something which Veil seem happy to do, as strange as that sounded. Yet all the man would hear was the altered voice the inbuilt systems of the mask produced to protect his identity. So it wasn't hard for Veil to mimic his voice and detail the events leaving out the part to why they were there while he played Bejeweled. With everything settled after what seemed like hours to him, Aron finally set off for home.

"Aron?!" A loud groan escaped his lips when it seemed like his mother had superhearing . "Aron, you get in here right this second?!" Silently wishing Sara would call him back out into the field so he wouldn't have to deal with what awaited him. Running his hand down his face when he walked into the new den large enough to fit all of them comfortably at the image on the TV screen. "Care to explain to us why you were in Sapphire City?" Vera Carter, or better known as Vemvendon, asked turning towards her son, pointing to the TV as the News replayed a clip from that afternoon. Showing Aron in flight from his leap, then how quickly he moved to get in front of the girl, as well as his feat of holding up that armored truck, with one hand no less. It would seem to her their workouts were starting to pay off.

"It's not what you think?" Aron began to say only to feel the eyes of his family on him.

"Then what was it? Go on, enlighten us. Tell us why you're on the news saving a little girl," Vera said, with pride in her eyes. While her son might want to branch out on his own and forge what being a hero really is in his own way, still it was the fact while he might not wish to see it, other's do.

"Okay, that just happened," Aron said, looking away.

"How can you saving a girl just happen?!" Isabel asked, shooting him a pointed look while arching an eyebrow.

"Because...."

"Don't make us pull it out of you," Chery said sternly, crossing her arms below her breasts to which his mother and Tazia nodded vigorously along.

"Well, you better not be telling me you're out there having fun while I'm here... that'd be mean," Tazia said, in a bashful pout.

"I was asked if I could help someone out."

"This someone has to remain a secret I take it?" Lyla asked, as she sat beside her father. When she was home she put up the disguise of Lyle so her family could know the real her.

"So it was important enough for you to go?" Aminah inquired, seeing Aron nod. Her eyes followed Vera as she sauntered over to her son.

"As long as you promise me you won't do anything like last time. I don't know if I can go through that again," Vera said, in a loving, motherly voice.

"Alright, I promise no trying to save the world," Aron joked which earned him a playful slap on his chest before his mother brought him into a hug.

"Whatever is happening, please be safe," Vera whispered into his ear.

"Yes, Mom," Aron said, knowing he wasn't about to do that again anytime soon.

"Good, now come, it's game night," Vera said, with a smile on her lips as she pulled her son into the den while Tazia went off to fetch the plate she kept warm in the oven.

"Dude, why didn't you tell me you made yourself some jet boots?" Troy asked, in all seriousness, giving Aron that stern brotherly hurt look for leaving him out. He so wanted a pair!

"Cool, huh?" Aron retorted with a smirk as he sat down by Lyla who leaned over and place a warm kiss on his cheek.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" Lyla whispered lustfully into Aron's ear. "Good."

Aron felt blood rushing to his manhood at how arousing, how sensuous, wanton that word sounded when her purr caressed his eardrum in that lustful warmth when he nodded. Ever since that night Lyla had each and every one of them spend the night one night a week, however, he was surprised when she asked him to her bed once again. He would have thought she would've asked someone with more experience than himself.

"You better be planning on making me a set," Tazia stated as she walked in with Aron's plate and a glass of Aminah's cocktail to help heal any soreness in the body after a day of doing hero work.

"Not ready yet, still in the protype phase," Aron said, fending off their looks.

"But you'll make us a pair when it's safe, right?" Vera asked, carrying in an adult board game. Blowing him a kiss when he nodded as he chewed his bite. "Now, who's up for some Forbidden Island?!" Shaking the box excitedly, knowing this was one of the few games that they all had an upper hand in against Aron's and Aminah's intelligence.

"Count me out," Aron said, waving his mother off.

"Aw, can't you keep up, grandpa?" Vera asked, with a glint of mischief in her eyes when she drew out that last word when she set the box on the table as she peered at him. Grinning madly when Tazia burst out in laughter soon followed by the rest of her family.

"Listen here," doing the best impression of his grandfather that he could remember, "you're not too old to put over my knee, this is still my house," Aron said, taking a bite of his country fried steak. Aron had a smug look on his face when he noted the fiery lust in his mother's eyes when he said that.

"Promises, promises," Vera sighed, lowering herself beside Troy.

"You're just mad because you don't last long," Troy taunted, "if you'd stop making those outlandish things, plus we only need one genius on the island, and Aunt Aminah is prettier." Seeing the male members of his family nodding along.

"You're just jealous mine works," Aron retorted, "I shall have my revenge," he stated doing his best evil villain voice he knew.

"What do you think of this color?" Tazia asked, while they picked out paint schemes for their son's room.

"Any blue would work, Tazia," Aron said, in a tired sigh.

"Aron, this is import..."

"I know, Tazia, but we've been standing here in this very spot for an hour," Aron stated cutting her off. Seeing the look of shock in her eyes.

"Have we really?" Tazia stammered embarrassingly. "I didn't realize, Aron," she said, feeling her cheeks heat at his nod. "It's just that this is our baby's room and I want it to be perfect, you can understand that, right?"

"I can," Seeing how she glanced up at him was rather cute.

"Good, we'll get this one, then how about three more stops and we'll call it a day, and then I'll treat you with something extra for being so good to me," Tazia said, flaunting her increased bust size in his face as she did. Something that she has been doing ever since she noted how she had went up in a cup size.

Once they had paid for the paint and listening to the decorators he was paying for speaking with his aunt. They were finally free from the hardware store. However, Aron wasn't free, no, the baby furniture store was next. How he dreaded it due to the look in Tazia's eyes. He knew these were just the things they held off on getting due to the limited space at the time. Yet, they couldn't put it off any longer due to Tazia being eight months pregnant so he knew their son could come at any time. While the interest alone on the money he had gained from the stocks would quickly replenish what was spent that day. Still, though, Aron began to think his mother, sisters, and aunts loved to test that limit. By the time they were done, the rear of the SUV, that Aminah built that ran on lithium batteries that was charged by a small, simple hydrogen generator that powered an alternator to recharge the batteries upon reaching five percent, was stuffed with items of every kind but mostly diapers for the super kind.

Aron did ponder on what powers, if they have them, they would get from their union. Although, that all left his mind when his aunt leaned over the console.

"I always keep my promises," Tazia said, winking up at him before devouring his cock.

"Welcome back, Aron," Isabel's sinful voice filled the air the moment they walked into the door, "Aunt Tazia," smiling at her aunt who was carrying in an arm full of bags, "I see shopping went well."

"Indeed, it was," Tazia said, smirking sinfully at Aron. "I wonder, if you were always this pervy with Grandma?" Biting her lip to hold back her chuckle at how red his face was getting. Recounting the argument over whether or not to address Aron as their grandfather, it was Tazia of all people who had outsmarted the genius when she asked could he prove that he wasn't their grandfather. Then she noticed how Aron had been checking the videos again, mainly the ones that contain her grandmother in them.

Seeing how he would have this question that only he knew rolling around in his head after every time he was done watching one of them. She knew Aminah was a little more obsessed with Aron when they learned the truth about Void's true identity. As Aminah had put it to her one day when, out of the blue, she said: 'Being with Aron is like being with God, he is the source of all of us. Our powers are mutations of his own and our grandmother's, think of the possibilities that could have for our offspring.' She wouldn't deny she got weirded out by that look in Aminah's eye when she told her that. However, what came next just reinforced the fact that her younger sister was the biggest pervert of them all, 'To think, I can sleep, fuck, and suck the man that gave birth to my own intelligence.' She knew her sister would be fine when she noted that far-off sultry look in her eyes.

"Aron," Isabel stepped in front of her brother as he headed towards the semi-finished baby room for her cousin, "I'm a little restless, why don't you come out with me on a patrol? I promise if nothing happens in an hour we'll come right back. Aunt Aminah just got back if you're worried," she said, when she saw how his eyes flickered over to Tazia.

"You promise?" Aron asked pointedly, keeping his eagerness to work on his next project hidden. With the chest done the work on the limbs would begin. He was thankful his counterpart had already made the measurements for the grip strength. He knew that could get weird if he had to ask to run trials for it.

"If we're not you can spank your older sister," Isabel purred, her eyes running down her brother's body. If their mother could get her own patrol in then she should get one too just the two of them.

"Go on, you shouldn't disappoint your great-grandchild/sister, grandpa," Tazia teased, hearing Isabel giggle at it. Getting her licks in while she could. "What would Grandma say of your coldness to your own family?" she asked, wearing a taunting smirk as she headed off to their son's room with the items they had just bought while the vast majority of it would be delivered in a few days.

"Can we, Aron?" Isabel asked, once again.

"Alright, just let me unpack the car," Aron mumbled as he headed off towards his son's room, or that was the plan until Aminah used her powers to telekinetically took the bags from him and brought in the last of the items at the same time.

"No you don't," Aminah said, shooting him a smirk. Knowing it had been months since he's been out with the family. It was time for the city to know that Void was still around. "Go play hero," she said, with a wink.

"Aron?" Peering over her shoulder seeing how her brother was starting to put on muscle as she stood bare chested beside him when they stood in the changing room.

"Yeah?" Aron muttered inspecting his coat before he went out into the field.

"Now that you've graduated what're your plans? Are you going to college?"

"No."

"Why not?" Worried that he was going to throw his life away.

"Because the school has a college course as well, and I had a lot of time on my hands," Aron said, finally looking over at her. He tried; he really did try not to glance down at his sister's exposed left 38B breast yet his eyes betrayed him.

"Aron, it's okay to look. I want you to look," Isabel cooed in an alluring tone. "Just like how I gaze at you," biting the inside of her cheek, noting how his chest was coming along, "there's no harm in us looking, is there? So... already graduated college, huh?"

"Yeah, if I want something higher I'll go back for it later, having a degree doesn't make you smart, just makes you educated," Aron replied pulling down his mask.

"Then what are you going to do now?" Turning her back towards him, holding her hair out of the way waiting for Aron to zip her up.

"Was thinking of making my own company to leave to the kids when... you know," Aron said, offhandedly.

"Have you ever thought about having more?" Stopping Aron in his tracks when they were halfway to the jet bike. "Have you?" Isabel asked, a taunting grin spread across her face wondering what kind of look he was giving her behind that mask of his. "Have you thought about what it would be like to get Lyla or me pregnant?" she asked, running her hands over her own stomach.

"Thought you were more into Troy," Aron said, over his shoulder as he continued his trek towards the jet bike.

"I am, yet... Troy isn't ready for that kind of change," Isabel said, lowering herself behind him. "Just think about it, okay?" she whispered into his ear before they took off.

Aron heard his sister groan from behind him when Veil directed them towards an active robbery taking place in the heart of the industrial and technology sector of the city. Peering behind him, seeing his sister pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Let me take care of this guy real quick, then we'll head home, I promise," Isabel grumbled before she stepped off the runner and took flight.

Aron sat high above watching it all below him. "Shouldn't you be doing life?" He heard his sister's annoyed tone on the air.

"No, sweet cheeks, I got out just to fuck that pretty ass of yours." Shaking his head at the man's words. Did he not know you don't call his sister sweet cheeks and not expect to get roasted?! However, that wasn't what was happening at the moment. He knew Isabel was in trouble when the villain sprayed her with some type of chemical to negate her flames. Aron was already falling towards them when his sister crumbled on the ground once her powers were gone. Hoping that she didn't break anything during her landing. Pulling out his pistols, lining up his targets, dropping the two men that were approaching his sister.

Isabel stared through bleary eyes, her eyes widening at the fact that Aron wasn't flying but floating to the ground. Then she noted the hiss in the air and the dirt that billowed out from around his feet as they touched down onto the pavement. Isabel watched in amazement at how her brother had so easily brushed aside King Cold's minions. Wincing from the pain as she pushed herself up. She was lucky, it could have been a lot worse than the bruising she felt forming, although she was going to limp for a while.

"Void!" Isabel shouted as Aron held King Cold aloft. If she didn't know better she could have sworn he was about to do the unthinkable. "That's not how we do things," she said sternly, when Aron peered over at her.

"Yeah, listen to her hero..." King Cold squirmed in Aron's grip as he brought him within an inch of Aron's face.

"You seem to be under the impression that I'm a hero," Aron smirked cruelly behind his mask as he listened to the villain's gasping breathing as he began to squeeze.

"Void," Isabel spoke softly, placing her hand on his arm, her concern for her brother showing in her eyes.

"Fine." Isabel heard that irritated sigh of his before tossing King Cold into the side of the box truck hard enough to leave an indent in the metal. Turning his head when he heard the sounds of the sirens approaching.

"Void! We're going to talk about this!" Isabel shouted as she watched her brother flying up to their jet bike.

"Doubtful." Hearing his voice coming over their coms, scowling when her brother took off as the cops rolled onto the scene.

Smiling at the news cameras when she was speaking to the police. Watching how they loaded up King Cold's goons then strapped the collar around his neck to neutralize the man's ice powers from activating. She hated the man; he wasn't even the best villain she's ever gone up against. He was more of the C rank villain who had singled her out. It always felt like he always pulled crimes just to get her to show up like some lost, love sick puppy, it was creepy!

"Firelight! Firelight! Over here!" Isabel's eyes scanned the crowd looking for the reporter who shouted her name.

"Yes?"

"Is it true?" Her eyes flickered over to the right as she watched the four foot tall woman pushing her way through the crowd.

"Is what true?" Isabel asked, looking over at the woman.

"That you and Void teamed up to take down King Cold?" Isabel couldn't help it; a smile did form on her face.

"We did," Isabel nodded.

"Is it also true that Void protected you when you were down?" Her eyes ran over the cameras and the microphones that were pointed at her. Knowing her family was probably watching this live or will when it airs if it isn't already.

"They did take me by surprise, I don't know how I would have gotten out of that if Void hadn't been here." Playing up her brother's antics to increase his popularity among the citizens of the city.

"Are you and Void still dating?"

"No..." Isabel hid her wicked smile knowing how Aron was going to hate this when he hears about it, "we're engaged now," she spoke causing a renewed round of questions. "That's what you get for leaving me, li'l brother," Isabel uttered in her mind. She was thankful that whatever King Cold had used was temporary as she lifted off the ground, waving down to the cameras before a trail of fire was left in her wake.

"I'm glad you could come, Void," Sara said, greeting Aron on the roof of the building that contained her NSA HUB. "Please, this way," she directed when she gestured to the open door of the stairwell. "How have you been, Aron?" Sara asked softly, the night they shared flashed in her mind. Feeling her womanhood igniting as those blissful sensations flared in her mind.

"Busy."

"Yet, I haven't seen you much on the News. I thought, with you being a big hero and all, you'd be soaking up the limelight," Sara teased, she knew the reason why. She just like hearing that groan of his, she thought it was cute.

"So going to have to make a sign that says: I'm not a hero!" Aron grumbled, rubbing his temple at the headache he felt forming.

"I know, the world doesn't though," Sara stated, flashing him a smile as she pulled the door closed. Yet once that door was closed, and there were no cameras in the stairwell. She didn't waste any time pulling up Aron's mask above his nose and planting a firm, salacious kiss on his lips. Feeling heat flooding her cheeks when Aron squeezed her ass with both hands. "Maybe someday you'll take me flying with you, you might like the mile high club," she purred, her tongue curled out, teasing his upper lip before she pulled down his mask. "My agents know not to say your name when other agents are here, so keep your mask on," Sara ordered, to which Aron wasn't going to remove it anyway.

"Plus, you are my asset, not theirs!" She wasn't about to give Aron up to any one not even her bosses. Sure, she and her HUB had been ordered to find Aron's -- or in this case -- Void's weakness. So far other than electrocution (something she had hidden from her own boss), nothing has worked so far. Still, she knew Aron was careful when he interacted with the Agency. He always was. Even when she had watched over his training. She just hoped no one found out that she was withholding information from them, she knew that could end up bad for her and Aron. "I'm going to need you to shut down any recording devices your suit has built into it," Sara said sternly, her hand resting on the doorhandle that led to her secret NSA listening post.​