Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

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Flashpoint​

Aron Carter, aka Void, was playing Talon while his hunt for the Collector continued; he wanted to keep his daughter from the past safe from his attention. He felt so exposed as he stood on the ledge of a building as he helped Jill suss out a crime that caught her attention that the rest overlooked. Peering over as her suit's camouflage deactivated as Jill came to stand beside him.

"They're in there," Jill stated. A deep shade of black raced across its surface as her fingers moved across the control panel embedded into the wrist of her gloves.

"So," waving his hand towards the building, "how do you want to handle this?" Aron asked, not that he didn't know she could handle herself. That didn't mean he didn't worry about her safety; he was her father; after all, he just wasn't the same man from a different timeline.

"Stealth," Jill, aka Moonlight, said firmly. "Like we used to do," she whispered low, her hand sliding into his, glad that he came along with her on this. It reminded her so much of how her father was when she became his sidekick.

"After you?" Aron suggested with a wave of his hand. His eyes moved along her gait as Jill backed up before turning into a run and firing off the rockets in her boots that were fueled by the radiation she absorbed. Then he, too, heard the light howl of the wind in his ears as he, too, took to the air.

"You know, Talon you remind me of someone I used to know," Jill teased with a smirk as she clocked out her hip as she watched how he rose to his feet from his roll to muffle his landing.

"Oh? You'll have to tell me about it sometime," Aron said, playing along with the ruse that they didn't know each other in case someone was listening.

"Mmmhmm," Jill hummed low as she led him toward the stairwell. Looking down when he took hold of her wrist, pondering why Arron was staring at his hand. Unbeknownst to her, Aron's eyes moved down the screen in his mask as Veil displayed the chemical markers left behind by the men.

"I thought they were nothing but smugglers," Aron whispered, bringing Jill down to a squat.

"Yeah, why I chose this group, compared to the other foes we've faced together, this will be a cakewalk."

"Don't get overconfident," Aron whispered, "well, then I guess these smugglers have good connections," he warned as he and Veil noticed the traces of particles that only came from high-grade energy weapons. No normal smuggler could afford such weapons. "We need to look for a port, so she," referring to Veil, "can jack into their network. See if we can't find the name of this supplier."

Tapping lightly on his shoulder as they crept down the hall, pointing to the room to the right of them only reading one heat signature within. Jill struck out in a flash as the man was slow to respond to her, smiling at her father as he gently laid the man on the floor.

"How long will this take?" Jill whispered, standing guard over him. Not that he needed guarding; he was invulnerable and the world's strongest man.

"Not long, not a network around that can keep Veil out," Aron stated, wondering how Veil was taking the praise back at their base. "Sit that guy up so we can question him, then see if anyone is coming. If there is, you know what to do," he directed, seeing her nod in response.

Scanning around in the dark corridor, looking for any body heat near them then scanning where her targets were at. Returning back to his side once she knew where they were within the building, noticing the scowl on Aron's lips. "Is something the matter, Talon?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

"Yeah, just waiting to hear back from Sara about an image Veil found on their network. He filled in the blanks for me when he came to," he said, his hand shook as he pointed his thumb in the man's direction.

"And what did he say?" Jill inquired, keeping her eagerness in check when it sounded like their case was going to be extended.

"Oh, just another crumb to follow when my new suit is finished," Aron answered vaguely.

"But we are seeing this through to the end, aren't we?"

"We are, but we might need to include my team if it appears to be who I think it is," Aron said seriously.

"Only when or if it's necessary, okay?" Jill spoke in a pouty, playful voice.

"Hey, this is your case," Aron stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Thank you for coming out tonight with me; it really means a lot to me," Jill said sweetly as the signs of her fight with the smugglers marred her form. "It felt so much like it always did when we would go out."

"Happy to help, gave me time to let my mind just work on a problem in the back of my head," Aron said affectionately.

"When he's gone, you're going back to being Void, aren't you?" Jill asked in a wifely tone as her chin rested on his shoulder. She knew he never really fit into the hero life; her thumb brushed affectionately along his bicep as she realized they weren't all that different from one another.

"Feel so naked in this thing," Aron spoke, looking down at his body.

"Then we should get you home so no one catches a glimpse of this sexy body of yours," Jill purred, her hand roamed alluringly along Aron's defined chest.

"You sure this hunk of frost is going to be a match for him?" Banshee spoke in a condescending tone as she gestured at the contraption that held the cyborg Red Scare, whose remains were cybernetically enhanced when they brought his body on-line after the fight with the original Void.

"No, but we do need to test him, to probe for a weakness for when he arrives," the Collector stated, his android eyes running over the frozen capsule in front of him. "He has already demonstrated how far he goes," waving towards the screen; while he didn't have a stake in that war, he did keep an eye on it, "as you see, some of the moves are identical," he said, bringing up the last fight they had where his organic body was killed by Void.

"I know he's an android like me. He'll be a good distraction to see if we can break into his software," he said

with an evil grin.

"And then?"

"We finish what we started in '34, that has never changed. With Void's android, there won't be anyone that can defy me," the Collector boasted about future predictions.

"Why not break out that team he sent way? Surely they're better than this piece of junk..." Arching an eyebrow when, Red Scare opened his right eye and glared at her. "He is powered down, right?"

"Yes, but the way they shackled his power when they brought him back isn't conducive to my needs. So, I will build you a new organic body, you'll do me this one thing, and if you kill this new Void, you'll get your freedom; what ya say, Aleksandr Petrov? Excellent," he grinned like a fool at his blink, "it will take a few weeks to clone you a body and transfer your brain pattern to it, so you return to your slumber."

"You are going to make sure we can control him, right?" Banshee asked, following him into his lab, a lab, unlike the one she woke up over 90 years ago.

"Yes, Adali, I already have something in mind. Now come, we best return and get started."

Aron stood looking at the blueprint and the man that was holding it in his two hands as the man detailed what his main headquarters would look like as the sounds of the machinery played around him. Speaking some departing words to the man as his cell phone rang. Waving to the man when he brought his cell phone to his ear.

"Aron?" Aminah's voice played in his ear as he stood off and out of the way on the site. He had no wish to impede the workers that were pouring the concrete walls of his second factory where the electronics his company would be making while his other factory handled making the fabric of his ballistic armor.

"Hey," Aron hummed.

"Hey," Aminah replied, cooing in his ear.

"What do you need, Aminah?"

"Just reminding you that we have that meeting with the ten hopefuls for the four slots we're looking to hire to handle the day-to-day maintenance on their base."

"Then I'm glad you called; kind of got caught up here with making sure everything is moving along as planned," Aron said, looking over at Jill, who was shadowing him for the day since his mother was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn't need her given how he was running his factory at half compacity while the final construction on it to bring it up to date. Since word reached the ears of those, who had already put in orders for when they did finally open up shop. Those they had hired to run the looms were working very hard, pleased to be back to work. Watching Jill walking around their SUV that Aminah had built to climb into the driver's seat. He would admit Jill's driving scared the living hell out of him.

"Good, I best be seeing you soon, honey."

"We're just leaving," Aron said as Jill started up the vehicle.

"Everyone," Aminah spoke, getting the ten who they had chosen to advance to that stage of the hiring process. They had advertised for the position in Fides instead of Metaville, given the distance between the two cities. While they had gotten hundreds of applications, these were the only ten that The Sovereign Crusaders had signed off on. "I would like for you all to meet the owner of Mist Manufacturing," she said, gesturing over to Aron, who stood off to her left. "As you all know, you ten have been picked by the group The Sovereign Crusaders, given that is who we will be working for, this part of the hiring process. We will be testing each and every one of you to ensure that you have the skills we are looking for," Aminah stated, smiling at Jill, who began to hand out the booklet's she and Aron had made just for them. "No electronics unless we supply them to you is to be used on these tests. This is to see if you can adapt and think with your own mind rather than relying on a calculator. If you can't, then it was pleasant meeting you, but I will have to ask you to leave this building."

Aron watched as three people rose from their seats and grumbled as they walked out of his office and his building. He wondered which one of them was going to past his and Aminah's test they had devised to see who would be a good fit for the job. He noted the eyes that glanced over to him as he walked around the room as he, too studied them. However, one of the applicants caught his interest as he noted a rather peculiar device the young woman had sticking out of one of the pockets of the bag she had with her.

"In a few minutes, I will hand out the test; this is important; it's not necessary for you to answer every question. I can't stress that enough. This test is not to see if your answers are correct, yet that is important; nevertheless, this is to see if you have the intelligence to understand what we are asking of you," Aminah said with a stack of papers in her arms as she stood at the front of the room. Trying to keep her body from reacting to the gaze Aron was giving her. Recounting the conversation she and Aron had a few weeks ago after he showed up in a new suit. To say he wasn't happy that she would put herself in danger just to get a few years back was an understatement. Nonetheless, eventually, Aminah knew Aron would see it her way, showing how her new youthful body was like in their bed didn't hurt either. He didn't say a word when the rest of her siblings wanted to under go the infusion as she had done. Aron just walked off, shaking his head. "So what do you think of them?" she whispered into Aron's left ear as she stood beside him.

"I have a feeling she's going to be one of them," Aron responded, pointing at the woman.

"Oh? I was wondering if you picked that up, too," Aminah said, keeping her smile from showing. "She did seem to have the intelligence."

"Look at her tech that will tell you all you need to know," Aron replied, pointing at the device.

"Hmm... true, but nowhere near the level of your tech," Aminah said heatedly as her fetish kicked in.

"Yeah, who could ever match Veil (Virtual Empathetic Intelligent Lifeform)," Aron answered with a warm smile as she thought about her. Wondering how she was faring with the kids, reminding himself to call her after they were done.

"True, but I was talking about your more recent inventions," Aminah said, fighting herself not to purposely drag her breasts up and down his arm in her horniness.

"Oh? Do go on," Aron mused, peering over at her with a coy grin on his lips, knowing she wouldn't act on what she was feeling in public.

"Later," Aminah said, patting Aron's left arm before giving it a nudge with her elbow and jutting her chin at the woman they both had their eye on when it seemed to them she had finished and was just pretending to still be working on her test so the others wouldn't feel so bad about being slower than she was. Biting her lip as she felt his hand moving along her ass before he moved off.

"Come with me," Aron said, standing at the woman's right side, clearly taking her by surprise given the startlement on her face. He could see the fear in her eyes as he gathered up her test booklet and her answer sheet so he could go over the woman's answers as he talked to her privately. "The rest of you, you still have forty minutes left before the test is over. I would advise you to return to your task and not eyeing me," he stated, turning on his heel and gesturing for the woman to follow him. Seeing Aminah nodding when he told her he would fill her in on what they had discussed afterward. "So..." Looking at the woman's name on her answer sheet, "Emily, what made you decide to apply for the position?"

"The money."

Aron couldn't be surprised by the woman's answer. It was honest, after all. "I get that, but you have to have some experience in what the job describes," Aron inferred.

"Yeah, I do; where are we going?" Emily asked, confused as to why he wasn't walking her towards the door.

"To the office, so we can talk privately," Aron said, pointing up to the windows where he saw his mother standing sipping her coffee, looking out onto the floor on one of her little breaks she occasionally got finished from whichever meeting she was in at the time. Seeing the bashful wave, she gave him in response to his own.

"Umm... sir... is there something I did wrong?" Emily inquired, hoping she hadn't blown it. She needed the work, and she knew she wasn't ever going to be offered that kind of money ever again, so she knew she had to take the leap and see if she could put her years of tinkering away in her dark room throughout her teenage years would finally pay off.

"No," Aron replied, peering over his right shoulder. "What made you think that?"

"Well, you pulled me out of the test before I even finished with my own test," Emily said, trying to hide the fact that she had already finished it prior to Aron pulling her out of the room. She knew from the questions that were asked you either had to be a genius or someone who had been in the field to answer the questions that were in the booklet they had given her. Yet she just didn't think after the first question, it would get progressively harder as the test went on.

"Did I?" Aron mused; his innuendo hung in the air.

"Mr. Carter, are you inferring something?"

"No. I don't think I am," Aron said, keeping his smile from his face at the wit the woman had on her. "I'm simply curious as to why you think you could fool us into thinking you were still working on your test when you already completed it in twenty minutes," he stated, letting the cat out of the bag as he led her up the stairs towards his office. "You would have to be far smatter than I am to get that past me, Ms. Gibs."

"Are you sure you saw what you saw?" Emily asked, trying not to let her intelligence show. She knew most men didn't like the fact a woman might be smarter than they were.

"Oh, I'm very sure, Ms. Gibs," Aron muttered as he neared the top of the stairs.

"A... Mr. Carter, who's this?" Vera asked, quickly correcting herself to keep everyone from knowing they were mother and son so that when or if she was caught making out with him, no one would make a fuss about it.

"Oh... just someone who might join our company," Aron mused, " that is if she can pass one more test of mine," he spoke, noting the slightly startled look on her face. "Please, have a seat," he gestured to the middle seat along the table they used for their board meeting, reaching into his jacket and pulling out an interactive 3D display he had built just for this purpose. "While I go over your answers, see if you can solve this," Aron directed, tapping on the screen, and an image of a highly advance puzzle began to spin as it was projected six inches off the screen.

"Oh, wow!" Emily gasped, squatting down so her eyes were at the table's level just to see how the image was created. "How is it powered?!" she asked excitedly.

"Sorry, that's proprietary knowledge," Aron answered with a coy smile on his lips.

"Bummer," Emily huffed. "So... I have to solve this?"

"Yes," Aron replied, opening up her booklet and went over her answers.

"How long do you plan on letting her take her time?" Vera whispered to her son as she leaned into him.

"Oh, the normal time to solve it is an hour... for most people."

"But how long would it take you or my sister to solve it?" Vera inquired; her green eyes studied her son as his own was watching the woman before him as they stood there going on twenty minutes.

"Fifteen," Aron answered truthfully. "But anything faster than an hour, given the mental skill involved in solving it, is a feat no matter how fast you complete it."

"That with or without Veil?" Vera teased, noting her son's arched eyebrow.

"Me, of course, I am a genius, I'll have you know."

"Oh, don't I know it," Vera mused, lightly bumping her hip into his, peering behind her when Jill tapped her on her shoulder. Sighing in her mind when she had to go have another chat with the Mayor of Fides. She would have thought that after the four calls earlier during the week would have been enough for the man. "Remember you have to be in Fides tomorrow..."

"I know, I was already planning on going," Aron muttered low with a wave towards Emily. "Thought I'd be nice and take them all back home..."

"Liar," a warm feeling swelled in her chest at the genuine smile on her son's lips, "you're going to their base the first thing that morning," Vera said, calling him out.

"True, let me know when I need to meet this Mayor tomorrow. I'll see if I can fit it in during the maintenance of their base," Aron said, watching how Emily's finger lightly nudged the rings with a tap. That was when he saw her mind finally clicking into gear; after that, it was only a matter of minutes before the puzzle flashed green and shut off altogether.

"Let me know how the rest go," Vera uttered before closing her office door.

"Hello, dreamboat," Jill whispered as she stepped up to her father's side.

"Hiya, doll," Aron greeted, using the vernacular she was used to. "How's your day been?"

"Good, better now," Jill answered, her index finger traced along the edge of his finger before Aron stepped towards the table.

"Impressive, Ms. Gibs; let's be honest with one another. I know you know, I know you're hiding your intelligence from everyone. We both know you answered correctly on all the questions, and solved a puzzle only someone with a level four intellect or higher on the Wechsler Scale. So I would like to offer you the position you're here for."

"Done, so when do I start?" Emily asked, hoping she could make enough to pay the bills that were about to come in in a few weeks. She didn't think they would give her another extension. Plus, she had to repay her parents for the flight to Metaville.

"Tomorrow, see Aminah for the address to get fitted for your uniform. So be here at six in the morning, given the flight time, and bring your bags since you don't have to return here. Also, see HR, since you have been hired, we will compensate you for the plane ticket," Aron said in a welcoming tone, nodding his head when she pointed in the direction he was pointing that would lead her to his head of HR. He knew the man was eager to move into their main office for his company.

Aron was a little disappointed that none reached anywhere close to Emily's level. He wasn't saying the other nine that he had just gotten done testing were stupid, which they weren't. He just hoped more of those whose intelligence was high would apply for the job. Sighing, letting it go as Tazia slipped her arms around his waist as she pressed her chest into his back.

"I hope you didn't just come here and think you're escaping scot-free," Tazia cooed heatedly into his ear.

"Oh? My Tazia, whatever will you do?" Aron teased, peering behind him, hearing heels on the stairs that were climbing towards them.

"Slam you on that table and take what I want," Tazia answered, slowly and sneakily unbuttoning his suit jacket so she could explore her man's chest, to her delight.

"I'm going to have to ask Aminah if she didn't alter the nanite's programing..."

"Why? Because I want you all the time? Is that so wrong?" Tazia asked, slipping around him. Her fingers lightly took hold of the lapels of his suit as she stood before him. She knew once Aminah saw her with her tongue deep within Aron's mouth, that would rightly piss off her sister. "So is it wrong to want my man, hmm?" she hummed with a knowing smirk on her lips as she peered up at him.

"No, didn't say..." Aron's words were cut off when Tazia pressed her breasts into his chest.

"Aron?" Tazia's voice was soft yet sinful as her fingertip drew lazily along his right pectoral her light green eyes peered up seductively at him. All the while, she was grinning madly inside her head when she noted how he swallowed hard.

"Yeah?" Aron asked, fearing what was about to come. Ever since they regressed back to their twenties, Tazia and Aminah have been doing their best to 'Fuck him to death.' He thought they were only doing it to keep him from running out and putting on the mask again.

"Henry is getting older; don't you think it would be wise to give him a brother or sister? Baby, I know you enjoy being with me; I know this does," her hand rubbed his manhood as it responded to her touch, "and I think a sibling would help him to control his powers. He can't always wear that suit you made him."

"Did your sister mention something to you about having another baby?" Aron inquired since Aminah, too was hinting at wanting another child.

"Honey, do you honestly think we haven't spoken about this long before now?" Tazia retorted. "So?"

"You sure you want to have one now?" Aron asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Of course," Tazia purred, lightly rolling her breasts along his chest, knowing just what that would do to him.

"Sneaky sister," Aminah intoned from behind Tazia.

"Come now, Aminah, you know if I find him, I'm not letting go, and you weren't around, so don't blame me," Tazia teased her younger sister. "You know I'm coming with you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, I hadn't forgotten," Aron replied, seeing the joy that he hadn't in her eyes.

"Come," holding out her hands to him, "let's go pick up the kids and Veil and head out for dinner, just the six of us," Aminah said in a loving voice.

The next morning...

"Please if you all would," Aminah said, gesturing the four new hires to board the hover van she and Aron had invented that used his antigrav technology for its powered flight. "I assure you this vehicle has been tested for over a hundred hours to ensure it was safe for passenger travel," she said, seeing a few of the looks the van was getting. "Mr. Carter, we're all set," Aminah stated as she turned to him. Giving her sister's attire a disapproving glance as she stood beside Aron. Not that there was anything wrong with what her sister was wearing, just she thought it was a little too sexy for her liking.

"Good, Veil will keep a good watch on Nettie," Aron whispered, knowing how she didn't like being away from their daughter for too long.

"I know," Aminah sighed, shaking off her funk, knowing that she was going to have to be at her best to ensure that they don't blemish their newly formed company's reputation.

"You'll have to watch over them for a few hours yourself," Aron said as he climbed into the van, glancing to his right, noting half of his company's logo on the side of the van. Seeing her nod, they both got settled in their seats as Tazia prepped to take off. Making Tazia blush as he pointed to the hot setting of the temperature gauge of the ac control panel to silently tell her what he thought she looked like right then before he slipped out of his seat only to take the seat that sat right behind his former seat to maximize space in the van given it didn't have an internal combustion engine. Nodding to Aminah, who returned it with her own, knowing what he meant she reached for her back and pulled out the NDA forms they were going to have to sign. "You need to sign those before we land in Fides," seeing the four of them perking up as the drives powered up and how their hands latched onto the edge of their seats when they started to lift off from the parking lot of his textile factory.

"Mr. Carter, we're nearing the jump point," Tazia informed Aron when she overheard Aminah talking to herself about her plan to be affectionate with Aron in public. She and all the rest of the women who worked for him had all agreed to pretend they weren't related to Aron.

"Relax, what you're about to see is totally normal. What you're about to experience might frighten you, yet when you calm yourself, you will realize how extraordinary the event taking place around you is. What is about to happen here in a matter of seconds is we are about to cross into another dimension."

"T-t-that's impossible!" They all shouted as one.

"Then what's that?" Aron gestured with his thumb towards the front windshield as the window his blink drive created appeared before them. A smile was on his lips at their shocked faces as they crossed the threshold.

"Please leave all electronics not provided to you in the van, and from this day forward, when you're on-site, the rule applies other than your phones once The Sovereign Crusaders do their own security checks on them. I promise all your belongings will be safe within the van," Aron said as he stood out on the helipad Tazia had touched down on. Turning his head when he heard the entrance door to their base opening, out walked Nightshade along with a few others.

"Good morning, Mr. Carter. Nice to see you again," Nightshade greeted as Aron and his party conjugated on the helipad.

"Morning, Nightshade, I hope the suit hasn't caused you any problems," Aron said, gently shaking her outstretched hand.

"Not at all, although a little extra padding on the chest and back would help with not being knocked out from the impact of the gun shot," Nightshade said, giving him some feedback on the suit. She wasn't dismissing his work; without it, she wouldn't be walking amongst the living, given the numerous objects that had been hurled at her since putting on her new suit. Seeing Aron contemplating what she had just said to him.

"You'll have to come to me, but call me a head of time, and I'll fit you in for an alteration free of charge," Aron offered. He should have thought about that when he first made it for her.

"I will, I appreciate it, Mr. Carter..."

"Aron," he offered.

"Aron," Nightshade smiled, glad that they were forming a friendship given how all the other companies that could back them weren't speaking with them still. "I take it those four are the ones that will be handling the day-to-day maintenance on our base?" she asked with a nod of her head at them.

"They are," Aron agreed.

"If you four would follow Stellar and Mean Green," Aron fought not to chuckle at the eye roll that got out of her saying the man's name, "they will show you to where we are holding orientation for you; if you would," Nightshade said, stepping to the side, ignoring how the only woman of the group was looking at her. "While they are busy shall I show you to the main part of the base?"

"Lead on," Aron said, feeling the bag that hung from his shoulder bouncing against his leg. "When was the last time your network was serviced?"

"I'll have to check and get back to you on that. Eric, he handles all that for us," Nightshade supplied. "Hope you know what you started?"

"Huh?!" Aron uttered, confused.

"Mean with the suit," Nightshade said, gesturing to her own. "I mean, have you seen what the cape does when I activate my powers? Here, look," she offered, watching the once inanimate cloth coming to life. "Everyone is dying of wait for you to get fully set up before bombarding you with orders for suits," Nightshade stated, noting how Aron was paying close attention to how it moved was they walked towards the main elevator.

"Well, I can't disappoint then," Aron said, stepping into the cab of the elevator.

"How does it look?" Nightshade asked after showing where they stored the base's mainframe.

"Some files need to be defragmented since they're all scattered around your system; other than that, some minor maintenance on your server, and it should be good to go; I can't say about the rest of the base until we can check on them. Yet from what I'm reading, it seems everything is in working order albeit slower than I would like," Aron said, getting a nod from Aminah that she, too, agreed with his assessment who was standing by the secondary interface for the server to catch what he didn't. "You can handle that, right?" he asked, looking over at Aminah.

"Of course, Mr. Carter, you know full well how I know my way around a computer," Aminah said, brushing her reddish-brown hair behind her right ear as a blush was held on her cheeks as she peered out the corner of her right eye.

"Then I'll leave you to it," Aron said, disconnecting his tablet from the server and sliding it into his bag while Aminah came over to take over his spot. "Now show me to the next one," he stated, turning to look at Nightshade, feeling Tazia pressing on his back.

"Is it me, or does she look younger than the last time I saw her?" Nightshade asked once they left the room.

"She does. She had this wild idea, ran an experiment on herself, and you see the results," Aron said; Aminah didn't mind him telling others about it.

"Damn, she could make a fortune selling her secret," Nightshade whistled as she led him to one of the secondary junction panels that were all over the base. Her head tilted up when someone was calling her name over the intercom. "I have to go see what that's about; I'll send my sidekick Zippy over here to show you the others until your employees are done with their orientation. If I can, I will come back."

"If you got hero work to do, you go handle it. Might take longer, but we'll get this handled," Aron said, smiling warmly at her.

"Thanks if I don't see you off, I hope today wasn't too troublesome for you and your crew," Nightshade said, waving to Aron and Tazia as she walked off.

"So... how's your first hero base, huh?" Aron teased, getting a shove out from Tazia.

"Home is better; nothing will ever beat it. But I can understand how this would impress other heroes who are looking for a place to belong," Tazia said, peering around the long corridor they were in. "So, when do you have to go speak with the Mayor?"

"Three hours..." Turning his head when he heard that telltale zipping noise of someone moving at superspeed.

"Hiya! I'm Zippy! Nightshade said come show you around; why aren't you all shocked that I just appeared?" Zippy asked, looking between the two of them.

"You're not the first speedster we've met before," Tazia answered for the both of them as she gave the fifteen-year-old girl a once over.

"Oh?! Are you gifted too?!" Zippy asked curiously.

"I am, he isn't," Tazia said, nodding to Aron, speaking for him, given she knew he needed his mind focused on the task at hand.

"So cool," Zippy uttered in awe as Tazia activated her metal skin. "Does it go... everywhere?" she asked low and from behind her hand so Aron wouldn't hear. Her eyes widened when Tazia pulled her right cheek out to show her that her metal skin did go everywhere. Turning her head at the sound of the metal door closing and snapping closed when Aron was done at that junction.

"She said you would..."

"Where to?!" Zippy asked in a chipper tone, cutting Aron off.

"Wherever the next junction is at," Aron stated, briefly and slyly running his hand along Tazia's ass once again, knowing that was just turning her on.

"Hey, you're the guy that made Nightshade's suit, right?" Zippy asked when she spun around to peer at them as she walked backward. Wondering why the woman with him seemed flustered in her limited experience with the opposite sex.

"I am, why?" Aron inquired; he noted the few places on her suit that were coming apart at the seams and the worn fabric where her thighs brushed against each other when she was moving at speeds beyond measure.

"I know I'm not rich or anything, but if you can make one like hers, and that thing is awesome," Aron watched her fan girl out, "then I was wondering if you would be able to make one for me. This suit is on its last legs, I'm sure you've noticed. Nightshade did say you were observant."

"I have; I have made suits for speedsters before, that is true. So want me to make you a suit, huh?" Aron asked, following Zippy's arm as she pointed out where the junction was.

"Please! Would you?!" Zippy spoke, she was at his side less than a nanosecond with her hands clasped together in a begging gesture.

"Ever been to Metaville?" Aron asked with his eyes on his screen.

"I have a few times," Zippy nodded, looking down at the card Aron held out to her.

"Call. If you're like all the other speedsters, I know you'll probably get there before I do. We'll set up a time for you. Or you can come with Nightshade when I do an alteration on her own suit for her," Aron said, backing out of the diagnostic app he was using when there wasn't anything wrong with that junction box. It might be tedious, and it was. Yet he had to do this so he could get a map inside his head of how the system of the base was set up so he could provide the best service he could to his client.

"Thank you so much!" Zippy exclaimed as she spun around. Her parents were getting tired of constantly having to buy suits for her. However, they weren't rich, they were living paycheck to paycheck. So she knew they couldn't drop ten grand on one that could withstand her speed.

"You're welcome, I would hate for you to show up at a fight, and your suit falls apart," Aron said, pointing to her shoulder where the thread had snapped from her abrupt movement.

"Dang it! I was hoping it would last the day," Zippy sighed. "I'll be back," she grumbled and headed off towards the female locker room to get her spare suit. She just hoped that when he did make her new one it wouldn't wear out within the month like all her current ones did.

"You know, now that you're making one for her, they all will be asking for one for themselves, right?" Tazia asked, stepping up to Aron's back, paying him back for getting her aroused when he knew she wouldn't be able to take care of it. So she saw it only fair that she did the same thing to him. A sultry smile was on her lips as she blew softly on Aron's ear. Knowing how that got his attention, as her nose trailed along the edge of his ear.

"What are..."

"You know perfectly well what I'm doing," Tazia said, cutting him off once again before backing away to where she once was standing as she heard the sound of someone moving at a high rate of speed nearing. Something she honed as they all did with Carl being their brother.

"Hey... so with my suit, can I have any color I want on it?" Zippy asked, appearing after five seconds of Tazia moving away.

"Yes, why? Unless it's convoluted or too complex for the weaver to make," Aron said, shutting down the junction when he noted a bad control board was hindering his diagnostic. Taking one of the tag-out tags he took from the factory, wrote down what was wrong with it and tied it to the handle of the door.

"Can it make like the colors I'm wearing?" Zippy asked, gesturing to her red and yellow suit where the yellow zigzags were all over her suit, making them appear like lightening bolts.

"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem for the weaver if you want it to look like that one," Aron stated, seeing her smile widening as he said that.

"Mr. Carter, it's time," Tazia said, drawing him away from the four new hires.

"Right, you know what to do," Aron stated as he walked away from them. Telling his new hires he would return to check on their work and to listen to Aminah. Winking at Aminah as he moved passed her with Tazia on his right, he noted Aminah was not fond of the two of them spending time alone.

"You better be back within the hour," Aminah stated with a stern look on her face. While she wanted to be with him when he spoke with Fides' Mayor. Yet she knew he was trusting her to keep an eye on things so nothing went amiss.

"You'll come find me, right?" Aron asked with a coy smirk on his lips.

"Of course, Tazia isn't the only one who wants to spend time with you, given how we're in a strange city. Why not spend it with the father of Nettie, hmm?" Aminah muttered low so their employees wouldn't hear she had the hots for the boss.

"If we get done early, you, me, Tazia dinner, maybe a little dancing if we can swing it, how does that sound?" Aron asked, seeing the luster in her eyes when he said that which caused her hair to bounce as she vehemently nodded her agreement to his suggestion. "We'll be back soon," he said when Tazia tugged on his sleeve, seeing the time on her phone as she held it up to him. Not seeing the taunting look Tazia was shooting her sister from behind Aron's back.

The flight to the capital building was short and sweet. He let Veil drive since he had ported her program over to the van's computer so she could keep an eye on things in case something happened. He chatted away with her as she flew, telling her all that had taken place since she was still back at the base watching his children. He knew without her, raising Henry and Nettie would be twice as hard. If he was honest, if that had happened, than he would have willingly put up his mask. When he and Tazia exited the van, he did note the curious onlookers, given how anti-gravity technology wasn't widely seen in the world. Making sure the van was locked up and telling Veil to keep an eye on it so those intrigued people who were approaching it when they walked away wouldn't be able to steal it or go on a joy ride.

"Back away from the vehicle or touch at your own risk." Turning back to look back at the van when Veil's voice was broadcast for all to hear, seeing how they quickly distanced themselves when electricity arced off the metal panels of the van. That was one security system he was happy to make. Although, he was curious how the shock would affect a person should they try their luck. Shooting Tazia a seductive smile when he held the door open for her, feeling the tips of her fingers skimming along his jaw line as she passed.

The polished marble floor, nearly a hundred years old, caused the soles of his shoes to squeak and slide over the highly waxed floor. Feeling his cheeks heat in his embarrassment when his latest slip got a soft giggle out of her. Yet that didn't stop her from slipping her hand into his, her fingers interweaving with his as they walked down the hall towards the Mayor's office. Her thumb brushed lovingly along his own as they sat waiting to be seen by the man. They softly chatted with one another as they waited for what seemed like forever. The sound of the man's office door slowly began to open.​