Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Dad never said how feisty you were," Neil stated as he helped Isabel set the table.

"Because it's not proper for a lady to say she wasn't about to suck her father's cock and maybe bounce on a certain nephew's if he's lucky," Jill said, flashing Troy a sultry smile. "But now that I see the men in this family, I have to say, grandpa is looking mighty fine," she uttered, blowing Noah a kiss as he stirred the scrambled eggs. "Plus, Mom and Henry were kind of prudes when talking about sex, not you, though," her gaze fell on her father, "you never were as bashful when I yammered on about how much I wanted you to pound me then. Daddy?" Jill's voice took a seductive tone to it. "Don't you think you and I should get reacquainted, hmm? Given I want to know if you fuck me any different than now that you have powers."

"You dirty old man, coming on to your sweet, adorable daughter like that, have you no shame?!" Carl cut in, appearing in the kitchen's doorway loaded down with shopping bags. "I got you shorts, pants, yoga pants, t-shirts, blouses, panties, bras, and everything else you might need." He placed Aron's card and the receipt in the palm of his outstretched left hand after placing the bags on the sofa in the living room.

"Five hundred dollars for clothes?! You could buy a car for that amount," Jill gasped at the sight of the price tag.

"That's kind of light compared to their spending sprees," Aron said, taking a sip of his orange juice, noting the female members of his family sporting very rosy cheeks.

"Really? You could by a car with that?" Troy asked, eager to see what his brother's daughter had to offer.

"Oh yes," Jill nodded, "I'm not saying it would be a brand new Ford off the showroom floor, but a nice '35 model. So is like paper money a thing of the past now?" she asked, wondering what other changes had happened

"No, you can still use it, just most people these days opt to pay with their card instead," Chery said, from over the sizzling of the meat.

"Why are they talking about you, Dad? I thought you weren't a hero?" Jill asked, pointing to the small TV on the counter as the cable news talking heads debated about the actions he had taken over two weeks ago.

"I'm not," Aron grumbled, not enjoying how his mother winked at Jill as she set the plate of pancakes on the table.

"Then why are they talking about you?" Jill inquired, trying to get to know this version of her father.

"Because he saved the President and a lot of others two weeks ago, and they're still having a field day about it," Isabel scowled at the TV when she peered back at it.

"The President?!" Jill's eyes widened in shock and pride.

"The very one," Aminah nodded.

"Hey, not at the table, little lady," Noah said in a disapproving grandfatherly voice as Jill's tongue was once again down Aron's throat.

"Have I been bad, grandpa?" Jill purred in a lustful tone once her lips left Aron's.

"You have."

"Then why don't you punish me?"

"Don't tempt me," Noah said, feeling his cock awakening as those eyes of Jill's bored into him.

"This is just like Mom's!" Jill exclaimed when she bit into her stack of pancakes.

"I'm glad you like it," Vera said with a smile at Jill's praise.

"So, Jill, let me ask," dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin, "how did it start for you and Henry? The sex I mean," Aminah spoke, it was never clearly defined how incest became a thing in their family.

"Oh, I seduced Dad, and it snowballed from there," Jill said, smiling sinfully at her father when Aron stopped in midbite to stare at her. "I can't say when it happened," her hand gently squeezed Aron's thigh, "got undressed whenever he would come back in after days on the road." Sucking on her lip as she recounted how Aron's muscles would glisten in the light as he moved. Telling them how she had a crush on her father to the point of trying to see him nude as much as she could. "Then, one day in '48, I got up the courage to walk into my father's lab, nude as the day I was born. I played it off as a new suit I had invented. You played along," Jill said in a loving voice as she took hold of his hand. While he might be younger than she is, he was still her father. That much she was certain of. "I did everything I could to get you hard.

So you would fuck me. You're daughter. I didn't know at the time that then you had already experienced incest. I was so nervous as I hopped onto the island and spread my legs for the first time. I didn't know if I was doing it right as I played with my pussy in front of you. How you were so gentle with me when you took me over and over in your lab. I can still remember how you bent me over that chair and made my virgin pussy just mold to your cock." Jill noted how the men at the table shifted in their seats as she spoke of the first time her father took her as a woman. "You were so gentle with me and rough when I asked for it," Jill whispered in a loving tone.

However, that all changed when a special report flashed onto the screen. The news crew chopper on the scene kept their camera trained on the police chase taking place down on the street below them.

"Go on," nodding towards the door, "go be the heroes the city needs," Aron directed, unsure why Jill was looking at him like that.

"You sure, honey?" Vera asked, knowing it would be a lot of work to clean up after them.

"Yeah, Aminah and I got this covered, don't we?" Aron asked to which she vehemently nodded in agreement. "What're ya smiling about?"

"You would always say that before Henry would zoom off when he started to sidekick with the local hero at the time. Then when you do go out and if Mom were to ask, you would say: I'm going to work," Jill said in the deepest voice she could manage. Getting a laugh out of everyone there as they headed for the elevator. Leaving Jill alone with Noah, Isabel, Lyla, Henry and Nettie, Aminah, and lastly, her father. "So, what are your day jobs?" Jill asked, looking around the table, not eager to have that discussion with her father.

"I'm a paralegal," Isabel offered. Knowing that she was definitely going to get her out of the house the first moment, Jill was strong enough.

"I work as a conservator down at the museum," Lyla spoke in a shy tone.

"Really?! That's so amazing; I bet it's a neat place to work?" Jill asked, taking an interest in her life to show Lyla she wasn't like those kinds of people.

"It really is; I love it," Lyla said, sitting happily in her chair across from her grandaunt.

"And what does the distinguished," a hum emanated from her throat as her eyes ran down Noah's chest, "wise grandpa do when not being a hero, if you are one," Jill said, loving this new time period where her brashness wasn't frowned upon.

"If I didn't have to run into the office where I work as a lawyer, corporate not civil, let's just say Aron will finally know the feeling of watching someone fuck his daughter," Noah said, causing Aminah to snort out in laughter. Watching how Jill turned in her seat and lifted her leg, with the aid of her hand, up and rested it on the seat Chery was once sitting in.

"You sure you can handle me, grandpa?" Jill asked, getting Noah's attention as she rubbed her finger along her covered slit. "Remember, I've been asleep for a very long time, so this pretty little thing has had sixty years to tighten up. Are you sure you can handle slipping that nice, hard rod into this wet, tight peach of mine?"

"I'm going to assume you were the one that started the orgies as well?" Aminah asked. She had never seen Noah so flustered before as she did at that moment.

"Mmmhmm," Jill hummed, smiling at Aminah as she peered at her. "Aren't they just the bee's knees?" Using her mother's favorite phrase once again. Letting Noah watch as she patted her pussy lightly before turning back around in her seat. Taking hold of Aron's hand and bringing it down and laying it on top of her mound. "Daddy is supposed to touch his daughter. Says so in the handbook." Her grip tightened on his arm, while her right middle finger guided his along her covered labia. Pressing her lower face into his arm and breathing in the strange scent on his clothes. Tears formed in her eyes when she experienced that touch once again. "Please, Daddy, don't move it, please. Let's just stay like this for a bit, okay?"

"Should I say something here?" Aron wondered as he watched Jill dealing with something internally. "Listen, Jill, you know if you need to talk to someone about... whatever, you know all you have to do is ask."

"How did my brother die? How did Mom die? How did you die?" Aron knew he was in trouble when Jill peered at him with that look in her eyes.

"Dad..." Aminah choked up; it was fresh as the day it happened. "He went out when he shouldn't, but you know how Dad was."

"I do," Jill nodded.

"An old villain of his suddenly reappeared and threatened the city. Mom and Dad died that day taking down that man," Aminah said with a mix of sadness and pride.

"We have all the videos if you want to watch them down on the mainframe, Henry's final one too."

"Thank you, but not yet; I'm barely holding on as it is. You look so much like him; you are him, genetically, but here," placing her hand over his heart, "you aren't, at least not the man I know as my Dad. The man that's tucked me in, that's taught me so much. That..." She couldn't bring herself to finish that thought.

"Jill, you're right; where it counts, I am not him. But, he and your mother entrusted your wellbeing to me. But as you say, genetically, you are my daughter, and I wasn't about to ignore my own plea. Did you know I actually met your mother; it was only in passing, but she did see all of this," Aron said, gesturing to his face as her eyes widened. "I'd like to know more about her when you feel up to it."

"When?"

"Sometime in the '40s, Henry was six, I think or somewhere around that age when I saw him."

"You never told me that?" Aminah stated, slightly annoyed.

"Well... I'll tell you later," Aron said, thinking it wouldn't be appropriate to talk about Jill's mother like that with her in the room.

"Hey, don't you go hiding things from me," Jill pouted. "Oh, that's fine," waving him off, "Mom would probably have this grin on her face if she knew. You know Mom might be prim and proper on the outside, but she was kinky, especially when it involved you, Dad. So she would have jumped at the chance of being double-teamed by you and your past self."

"Oh? You so have to tell us more?!" Aminah, Isabel, and Lyla spoke at once.

"Only if you tell me what that thing Dad had was, it had your picture on it," Jill said, pointing at Isabel.

"Oh. That was my phone," Aron said, pulling out his newer model and setting it on the table.

"Okay, have I woke up in a world of flatness?! First, the TV is flat now, then you have this flat phone; I can only presume it's a telephone if you say it is, because... what are you doing?" Jill asked, interrupting her own ramble.

"Making a phone call," Aron said, making his sister jump in her seat as her phone rang.

"This tiny thing is a phone?" Jill asked, still not grasping what a smartphone was.

"It's more than a phone, but yes, a telephone is one of its functions."

"What else can it do?" Jill asked in mystified wonder.

"Take photos, video, voice recordings. That's just to name the few hundred to thousands of things it can do. Let me clean up, and I'll take you down to see Veil," Aron said, hoping something from the past would help.

"Okay, can we go to the lab?"

"Really?" Aron was in shock; that wasn't something he was expecting her to say.

"Mmmhmm, I might not have inherited your smarts, yet you'd always let me help with whatever project you were working on as long as I was careful and followed your instructions. You won't kick me out of the lab now, will you?" Jill said in a pleading voice.

"No, as long as you follow my instructions."

"Of course, Daddy," Jill said, smiling lovingly at him before her thighs closed around his hand. "Yes, Daddy, right there," she said breathlessly as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Please, don't stop," Jill begged. Her voice was muffled when she pressed her face into his arm.

Aron glanced at his father, wondering why he wasn't telling him to stop and not to do it at the dinner table. Yet, he found his father rather intrigued with the outcome that was looming. Feeling her teeth tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, her hand tightened on his arm, her hot breath flowed through the fabric. Her body quaked against his when he felt her hot cream striking the seat of her underwear.

Slowly opening her eyes, gazing at the man that had just gotten her off. He might appear younger to her; nevertheless, his touch was the same. Her violet eyes had a content light to them as she stared at her father from over his arm as she savored the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Thank you, Daddy," her tone had a sinful feel to it as she spoke, "that's just what I needed," Jill said, placing a kiss on his arm while her eyes peered at him as she did. Telling him, they weren't done yet, not by a long shot!

"Void, you said you would bring Jill..."

"I did, see?" Aron spoke as he helped Jill out of the elevator. "She was taking her time in waking up," he teased, getting a pouting face from Jill.

"You shouldn't tease me; it's not nice, Dad," Jill mumbled, feeling her body heating as his arm wrapped around her waist, offering his strength to her when her weakened legs trembled as she walked. Reaching down and moving his hand from her right hip to her ass. "That's better, don't you think?" she asked, with a sultry grin on her lips. She wondered if he could tell she wasn't wearing any panties beneath her yoga pants that Aminah said she had to wear. The moment she walked out in them, she did love the look on her father's face when she showed off how she looked in them. She liked how it showed off her womanhood to her father's eyes. She wouldn't wear them out in public; she thought they were a little bit too revealing for her taste, but when they were home. Then it was fair game to tease and taunt her father. She couldn't wait for when her legs were strong enough to prance around in more revealing attire that Aminah had mentioned that was out there. While she might not understand this new age she found herself in, she did know one thing she couldn't wait to see how he performs from his counterpart.

"Jill... you look better."

"Thank you, Veil! I'm so happy to see you again!"

Aron watched as Jill chatted away with Veil like two long lost friends meeting once again after so long separated from each other. He would have removed his hand from Jill's ass if she hadn't kept it there on purpose. Noting how she glanced at him when she made him squeeze her ass. He had to admit it was nice. Although in doing so, he realized that it was firm, far firmer than what it should be just naturally. Wondering where this salacity of hers came from.

"You sure you're from the '40s?" Aron asked, peering over at her.

"What? Did you think we ladies were all prim and proper?" Jill asked with a flirtatious smile.

"Kind of, yeah."

"Then I have so much to teach you," Jill cooed as she lightly patted Aron's chest. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it," she said, putting aside her love for his past self and focusing on the present. She so hoped she could make him see her that way like she knew her father did; he might have not said it to keep the peace in the house, she knew. Her eyes lit up when she caused her father to jump slightly when she squeezed his ass. "Nice and hard. Someone's been working out," Jill purred. She couldn't wait to be holding on to it.

"Yes, Void has been working out a lot lately." Veil brought up a video of Aron in the training room a few days ago. Jill's eyes lingered on Aron's chest as he did squats as he held up the press that was set to forty tons. Biting her lip as the light glistened along the sweat that covered his chest.

"So, Dad, what's the max you can lift?" Jill asked, eager to know all about her father in this current age.

"Sixty tons."

"Correction, 65.3 tons," Veil interjected.

"Really?! Wow. Wish I had powers like that instead of this death that's looming before me."

"Was looming over you," Aron corrected. Seeing the confusion in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jill asked, very confused as to what he meant. Looking down to her left wrist as Aron took hold of it.

"This," his thumb moved the bracelet along it, "is what's keeping you from dying," Aron said, staring into her eyes.

"What? How?! How can that be possible when you couldn't figure out what was wrong then?!" Jill exclaimed, taking her father by the arms.

"Well... when you went in, there was no tech that could accurately measure the exotic radiation you were absorbing. His measurements were close but not close enough to stop the radiation from killing you. Even a fraction of a degree off and the cure could have killed you. I think that's what he thought as well before you went into that pod. So he sent you to a place he knew you'd be able to get the help you needed. Although it might have taken years to find it, but I would have found it. But I didn't know if you had that kind of time. So I took a shortcut and asked for help from someone far smarter than I am."

"And just who could be smarter than you?!"

"Zeb."

"Who?"

"A friend from somewhere far, far away." His body rocked as she threw her arms around him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jill cried joyously into her father's neck.

"You're welcome," Aron muttered, rubbing her back as she pressed her rather firm breasts into his chest.

"Thank your friend for me, too," Jill said, looking deeply into her father's eyes. Knowing there might be some minor differences between the past Aron and the present Aron. Yet, the major things they both had in common were enough for her to know she could fall in love with him all over again.

"I will; you'll just have to wear them constantly for the next four months, then you can take them off and only wear them for an hour to keep your body stabilized."

"What if I want to be a hero again?" Jill asked innocently.

"Huh?"

"I was a hero before all of this, and you made me stop because you're my daddy, you love me, and I did. But now, if you say that I'm better and will continue to get better, then I want to be a hero again," Jill said, setting her jaw. Waiting for Aron to fight her on this.

"You want to be a hero; I'm not going to stop you. I was wondering if you had the bug like the rest of them do," Aron said with a smile on his lips.

"Y-you really mean that?" Jill asked in awe. She would have thought she would have to fight tooth and nail to get him to agree. Which was why she was dreading this conversation. She might have been able to push the Aron she knew into it, not this man she was greeted with.

"Of course, I do."

"Then... then," her face quickly got a shade of red, wondering if he would ever watch her suiting up like she had done in her youth, "you wouldn't mind making me a super suit?"

"Already designing one," Aron said, crushed in her embrace once again.

"So, Dad, you didn't tell me how you and Mom died," Jill stated as she sat at the island watching how he stood in front of that whiteboard she had never seen before. Staring at math that she could never hope to understand.

"Your mother..." Turning to look at her, "passed away in her sleep. At the ripe age of seventy-two," Aron said, running his hand down her arm seeing the signs of her tears.

"Did she suffer?" Her lip quivered, praying that wasn't the case.

"No, not from what I'm told; you'll have to ask Mom or the others for more if you want to know," Aron said, seeing her nod in understanding.

"She loved you a lot, you know?" Jill sniffed as she wiped her eyes.

"It seemed like it when I was there," Aron nodded.

"Now, what happened to you?"

"Red Scare killed me," Aron stated factually.

"I asked you not to fight him! You promised me you wouldn't?! Why, why did you have to fight him?!" Jill asked, shedding tears for the man she was in love with, even if that man was standing before her.

"I don't know; it wasn't like we all knew who Void was. I kind of kept that secret."

"Why?" Jill inquired, her voice breaking as she did.

"To keep the timeline as pristine as he could given how he had already altered the timeline in sending Void of now back to this time. Void had to keep to the timeline, which meant he had to die. In truth, Void was already dying at that point. He didn't have much time left."

"Why?" Jill asked, looking up at Veil.

"Because of how I was thrown back in time. No one is meant to travel through time, somehow it happened, and in doing so, I lost my powers, and what sent me back altered my cells which was the reason it was killing me," Aron said, rubbing her arm, seeing how hard she was obviously taking his death. Glancing down when her hands quickly took hold of his.

"Please, promise me, really promise me you won't do something like that again. I don't know if I can handle losing you... again," Jill said, with all the love she had burning in her eyes.

"Make that two of us," Aminah said from the doorway to the lab holding Nettie's and Henry's baby carriers in her hands. Smiling when Aron wasted no time in taking them from her.

"Bring them here, Dad, I want to meet my new brother and sister," Jill said, quickly fixing herself up. She couldn't let them see her like that. "Hello, little guy," she greeted Henry as Aron set their carriers in front of her. Smiling as she listened to his laughter as she tickled his stomach only to watch as a silvery metal enveloped his body.

"Be careful; Henry is strong," Aron warned.

"So, where did he get the metal skin?"

"From my sister," Aminah spoke as she sauntered over to Jill's left side.

"Are you a telepath, too?" Jill asked, looking up at her niece.

"To an extent, but my powers are more telekinetic," Aminah said, playfully tugging on her daughter's toes as she chewed on her hand. "While I suspect the opposite with Nettie. So what's yours?"

"I don't really know; Mom and Dad never really called it anything," Jill stated, seeing Aminah nod in understanding.

"Yeah, you're mutation is very... unique."

"Why, what's so unique about it?" Jill asked, still not understanding.

"Jill," turning her gaze towards Aron, "the radiation you are absorbing isn't natural on Earth. The only place you can find that kind of radiation is in the heart of a star." Jill looked to Aminah, who nodded. She had been around her father long enough to spot someone with more smarts than she had. "So seeing how the only way to get these." Tapping the glass lens that kept the core slices contained bringing her attention to them. "Is to harvest it from a star's core. I'm smart, but nothing can survive that. So I had to look for pieces of a core that got ejected. Which thankfully, my friend and her people had one already in their possession."

"What did you have to do for this?" Jill asked, praying that her father didn't do anything foolish just to save her.

"Oh, nothing much, just had to lower the world supply of Twinkies by a ton," Aron said with a smile, which grew wider as Jill burst out laughing.

"Really? All it took to save me was a ton of Twinkies?!" Jill asked. Her jaw dropped when Aron nodded. "Damn, why didn't Dad try that earlier?"

"Probably because in his time, he didn't have a way of contacting them. Or in his time line he never met them in the first place like I did in this one," Aron spoke, listing off possibilities.

"However, you did it; it doesn't matter. What matters is that you did it for me; you're baby... well not your baby girl anymore," Jill said, turning her head when Nettie whispered 'Sister' in her mind. "I am, and we're going to be the bests of friends," she cooed sweetly at Nettie, who flashed her a gummy smile.

"So, Aron, mind finally telling me why you didn't tell me all of what happened when you went back in time?" Aminah asked, incensed.

"Oh, Dad, just didn't want to ruin his spank bank material as you would call it," Jill said, letting on that she knew more about him than he had thought.

"What?!"

"What? Carol was hot, I'm not going to apologize for that," Aron said, looking at Aminah.

"Mom would eat you alive," Jill giggled.

"I could go for a nibble," Aron retorted. Only to watch as Jill cracked up.

"I've always loved this side of you," Jill said, wiping a way a tear. "You were never one to stand on formality like Henry or Mom would. Then again, now that I think about it, you always did push the envelope."

"Naturally."

"So, do you still work for the OSS?" Jill asked, praying that he didn't.

"The what?" Aron stammered, unsure of the acronym.

"The Office of Strategic Services, you worked with them during the war."

"Really, Aron was in the war?!" Aminah gasped, knowing what war she had been speaking about.

"Oh yeah, they hated you too, the Germans, I mean," Jill said, smiling up at him.

"Well, they were Nazis; what do you expect," Aron said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Veil?"

"Yes, Jill?"

"Is that file still on your mainframe?" Jill asked, hoping Veil understood what she meant.

"Of course, Jill, I saved it for you for when you woke up again."

"Awe. Thank you, Veil, that's so sweet of you. Would you mind displaying it? Anywhere would be fine."

"Of course, Jill. One moment."

"Oh my?!" Aminah gasped in want as she watched the old black and white footage that the past Aron had stolen from his OSS file. Seeing Aron arch an eyebrow when she gave his body a once over.

"I know, isn't Dad mmm... dreamy?" Jill swooned in her seat. The corners of her lips lifted when the image changed to one that was taken in their base as the past Aron was undressing. "You like?"

"Oh yes, yes I do," Aminah cooed as her eyes ran down past Aron's muscular chest.

"You'll share, Daddy, won't you?"

"My dear, you never have to worry about that," Aminah said, gazing down at Jill. "Just don't expect him to join the orgies. Not even me or Tazia could move him from that position."

"Yeah," reaching out and pulling her father into her, "Dad's never been one for that, have you?" Jill asked with a smile. Which grew as she felt her father up. "But you'll watch your little girl getting fucked by that dreamboat, won't you?"

"You so need to set your sights higher," Aron stated in a fatherly voice.

"I like what I like, and who says I haven't?" Jill uttered with a sultry knowing grin. "Maybe you'll show me this little guy later," she purred as she rubbed the palm of her left hand up and down Aron's now hard cock through his pants. "He and I have a lot of years to catch up on," Jill spoke dreamily to her father's cock. "What's that?" she inquired when she heard a noise she's never heard before.

"That's the jet car..."

"We have a jet car!" Jill squealed in excitement. "It flies, right?"

"Of course."

"You so have to take me out in it..."

"Did you hear what they were asking?! The nerve of those reporters?!" The base shook as Vera slammed her fist into the wall.

"Well, in their defense, Aron really hasn't been seen in these last two weeks. So that is bound to cause questions to spring up," Chery stated, trying to calm her sister down.

"You know if you keep doing that, you won't have a base anymore," Aron said, sticking his head out the door.

"Aron, you need to go out there and get a handle on this situation," Vera said, marching up to him. "You caused this mess; you need to clean it up," she spoke in a motherly voice as she poked his chest.

"I do, huh?" Aron mused, slipping his hands into his pockets. "And if I don't?"

"Then you'll have people, heroes included, thinking you're the villain?! Because some of them already are!" Vera said, trying to get her son to see that this was dooming his chances of being a hero. "Do you want to know that they're asking us?! They're asking us when we were going to take you down. Do you now see the mess you caused?"

"Mess? I didn't know killing terrorists was a bad thing?"

"It's not," Jill voiced, backing her father. She was in his mindset as well; some people you just can't help or save.

"They think you're a villain?! Do you want that?" Vera asked, trying to get through his stubbornness.

"So? I'm not a hero; why would I care what they think. I do what's needed to be done." Not seeing Jill had mouthed those very same words as he spoke them.

"Please, Aron, think about what you're doing. You're setting a stage that I don't know if we can follow you on," Vera uttered, knowing if he kept down this road, it would only be a matter of time before he took an innocent life.

"I understand, then I'll stand alone if I have to, even if it means the world thinks I'm a villain," Aron said, setting his resolve.

"Please, Aron, don't do something that would make us have to fight you," Tazia said in a pleading voice. "How would I ever be able to tell Henry that I'm the one that put his father in prison?"

"One: because that'll never happen, two: you won't because I'm not a villain either." Huffing when his mother unexpectantly propelled his face into her bosom.

"Please, son, don't cross that line anymore. I don't want to become your enemy," Vera whispered into his hair.

"I can't promise that, but I can promise you won't have me as an enemy because I'm not a villain," Aron said, detaching himself from his mother and walking to his whiteboard.

"Dad might not be your typical average hero, but he isn't a villain," Jill said, sticking up for her father. Her childhood flashed before her eyes, recounting how she would find him standing like that in front of a blackboard. Turning her head when Aminah tapped her on the shoulder.

"You have something right here," Aminah whispered, rubbing the pad of her finger along the corner of her lip. Indicating that Jill was indeed drooling over her father. Biting her lip to contain her smile when Jill's face grew beet red when she realized what Aminah was saying.

"Save your breath, Jill, with them, it's either you're a hero, or you're a villain, no in-between," Aron said offhandedly. Shoving his hand into his pocket as his phone went off as he ignored how his other family members were eyeing him as they filed into the lab. Arching an eyebrow when Sovereign Crusaders appeared on his screen. He had thought he had heard the last from them, given the silence on their part for the past two weeks. "Hello?" Aron answered once he brought his phone to his ear.

"Void?"

"Yeah? Who's this?"

"This is Nightshade."

"Oh? And what can I do for The Sovereign Crusaders?"

"Who?" Jill whispered to Aminah.

"A superhero group, your dad, worked with for a very short time," Aminah stated.

"Really?!" Jill uttered in shock.

"Really, but he joined them as an undercover assignment to bring down their core members who were actual villains," Aminah said loud enough for her family to hear.

"Well, isn't he just the ace then," Jill whistled, seeing the confusion in her eyes at her '40s vernacular.

"You want my help with a volcano? You sure you want to be seen with me? Okay, send me the coordinates, and I'll meet you there," Aron said, looking down at his phone as his text message pinged. "Veil run a search on the coordinates Nightshade sent me."

"Yes, Void."

"What, don't want to walk into a trap now, do I? Seeing how you heroes can't tell the difference between the good guy," pointing to himself, "and the bad guys," Aron said, seeing their combined looks. Kissing his children goodbye when Veil told him it was the Arenal Volcano that was on the verge of erupting. Jill took it as an opportunity to really lay it on him.

"Now you hurry back home; there be more waiting for you when you do," Jill said in a dreamy voice as those violet eyes gazed at her father in a wanton light. After all, she's been asleep for sixty years, and she was horny!

"What she said," Aminah mused after getting her own kiss in. Watching how he walked past his family without a word.

"You really just going to take off without giving me a goodbye kiss?" Tazia asked, hurt, as she watched Aron change.

"That was the plan."

"Why?"

"Why do you think I'm going to become a villain? If I wanted to, I so could have long ago, but I didn't. Not when I knew there was no one out there that could stop me, and yet here I am about to go wrestle with a volcano. You all are standing there thinking the worst of me when in reality, you fear what you do not understand. I get that. Sometimes doing the right thing can be wrong, and sometimes doing the wrong thing can be right. Like in DC. How many scores of people do you think would have died if I hadn't acted? You saw what they were there for. Do you think they would have stopped killing innocents long enough for me to take them down normally? No. Then, however, many souls of the innocent would be on my head for not putting those men in the ground like they deserve."

"I know you have nonlethal means on you. Why didn't you use those?" Tazia pleaded with him to see the dark road ahead of him.

"And what? Have them twitch and jerk erratically with their fingers on the trigger? Are you listening to yourself? You would have me unintentionally kill civilians? Because that is what you're saying," Aron said, shoving the hem of his shirt down.

"I'm not saying that?!"

"You are; what do you think would happen if I used my taser darts, huh? They would twitch and jerk; in doing so, they would have no control of their muscles, and where exactly were their guns pointing? Let me remind you, on the crowd, so again I ask how many innocent people were you willing to let die if I did it your way, because those in the garden just weren't the only ones in danger. Tell me, Tazia, how many are you okay with dying?" Aron asked heatedly. "Sometimes, the only way to stop a villain is to kill that villain. If Henry had heeded my words, he would still be alive..." He knew the smack was coming; it was called for after all.

"Don't you ever, I mean ever bad mouth my father! You asshole! God, here I was, worried about you! Fine! Go, do whatever the hell you want! But I'm warning you the moment you go too far, I will stop you even if it means I have to die to do it," Tazia yelled an inch away from Aron's face. Turning her face, hating how her skin heated when she felt his kiss. "I'm mad at you," she mumbled, but that didn't stop her from letting Aron kiss her other cheek.

"I'll be home when I can," Aron said as he left the room.

"I'll stop you; I swear it!" Tazia shouted after him.

"I would expect nothing less from a hero," Aron said, not seeing how red Tazia's face was when he said that. "Veil?" he spoke as he pulled his mask down.

"Yes, Void?"

"Unrack item 87," Aron directed as he walked towards the armory.

"Hey," Troy said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Yeah?" Aron muttered as he prepped the freeze gun before he took off. He knew he wouldn't have time to wait for it to charge when he got there.

"Let me come with you; you're going up against a volcano; you're going to need me," Troy insisted when his brother looked at him.

"You sure you have enough left in the tank?" Aron inquired as he holstered the rifle against its power pack that was on his back.

"More than enough," Troy nodded sternly.

"Alright, but if you fall off, you have to find your own way home," Aron joked as he walked out of the armory with Troy in tow. Hearing Veil sealing the doors as he did.

"Troy?"

"I'm going to give Aron a hand," Troy whispered as he placed a kiss on Isabel's lips. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

"Keep an eye on your brother, don't let him do anything foolish," Vera said in a motherly tone.

"Right, me stopping the strongest man in the world, you're asking a lot of your son, Mom," Troy joked, "but I'll keep an eye on him." Waving to them before Aron shot off down the tunnel on the jet bike, Jill was stunned to see in action. In truth, he did hope she was checking him out.

The moment they came out of Null space, Aron and Troy were choking on volcanic ash. "Shit, we're too late?!" Aron hissed. Thankful for the filter that Veil had activated the moment she detected toxic fumes in the ash cloud. Putting the bike into a dive so Troy could get some much-needed air. "Nightshade, come in, Nightshade," he spoke hurriedly into his mike as he pushed the bike faster as Troy struggled to breathe.

"Void?! You made it!"

"Yeah, but not in time to keep it from blowing its top."

"It happens. You're here; that's what matters."

"Are you and your team down in the village?"

"We are. We're helping to evacuate the village."

"Okay, you handle that, and we'll keep the lava from threatening the citizens."

"We?"

"Yeah, brought along a friend," Aron said, listening to his brother coughing up a lung once they had finally gotten out of the ash cloud. "Here, use this to breathe," he said, holding a filter with a mouthpiece attached to it over his shoulder. "Breathe through your mouth; it will keep the toxic fumes from getting to you."

"Thanks," Troy rasped.

"Okay, you sure you can handle the volcano?"

"Maybe not stop it entirely, but I can buy you time to get the rest of the people to safety," Aron said, pouring on the speed as he raced towards the mountain.

"Sounds like a plan; we'll see you when it's done."

"Affirmative," Aron said before cutting the link.

"Aron, what is that thing?" Troy asked, well yelling over the sounds of the erupting volcano.

"Freeze gun, let's get to work," Aron stated, seeing his brother nod in response.

For two hours, Aron and Troy raced around the volcano. Freezing the lava flows that were in the path of nearby towns, and yet they weren't making a dent. The lava just kept coming, and Aron was running low on power, and Troy was sweating like a pig and exhausted beyond measure. He needed to end this and end it now. He knew of one way to truly put that monster to sleep, and he hated to do it. He didn't know how long the magma would take to melt the stone, but he knew it wouldn't be anytime soon. However, the lives of the innocent were in danger; there was no time to debate whether or not to destroy his invention for the power core. It had already been decided.

"Aron, this is too much; we can't keep doing this?!" Troy said into their communicator so he could be heard over the noise.

"I know," Aron muttered before zipping off to the peak.

"What are you doing?!"

"Stopping a volcano, what does it look like?"

"I don't know; I was thinking you'd actually gone insane because we're heading towards an active volcano!" Troy bemoaned into Aron's ear.

"Can't put anything past you," Aron chuckled. "Put on your filter," he warned before coming to a stop over the mouth of the volcano. Slinging the power pack off his shoulder and punching through the hard metal case to get to the enclosed power core. He had designed it that way to keep the negative two hundred degree element from freezing the whole unit when it was activated. Tossing the unit into the hissing, bubbling cauldron of superheated rock beneath them. Seeing the questioning look in his brother's eyes as he held the containment chamber in his hands as it was illuminated in a light blue glow. Without a second thought, Aron dropped it into the heart of that raging beast before zipping off to get out of the splash zone, as it were. He knew once the magma ate through the container, it would get... explosive, or that's what he thought anyway. Hovering over the village as he switched his HUD to infrared, a smile appeared on his lips as he noted a little patch of black a quarter of the way down. Switching back, he was in shock; he didn't calculate for this as he watched as the then spewing lava flash froze in place.​