Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Well... if we can't, then I'll have to go with plan B."

"But how would you get it back? You can't leave that kind of tech behind, you know that."

"Yeah, why? I was planning on hiding it in the base on level three since I'm the only one other than Carol," something he knew, given it was his own self, he would have made a copy of the one he gave him so she could see Jill, "that has access to this level of the base." Her mind raced wondering what he was planning and what he was taking with him that had Veil voicing concern. Rounding the corner of one of the crates that held very lethal inventions she stopped in her tracks as she looked at the armored, heavily armed jet bike.

"Aron, I put up with a lot of things you do, but that's where I draw the line. You are not using that when we are out as a team," Aminah said, putting her foot down.

"One, you're going to explain how you got down here without the key; two, watch who you're talking to," Aron said defensively. "If I want to take this out when we do have a mission, I will, don't like it, tough. What did you say when I voiced my objections to that," pointing at her, "I'm waiting," he intoned.

Aminah felt her face growing red, her fist clenched at her side as he threw her words back at her. "That there wasn't anything to object to since the infusion has already been completed."

"Since this is already completed there isn't anything to object to, is there?"

"Aron, I don't understand why you're so upset..."

"You could have killed yourself!" Aron snapped, causing Aminah to jump back in startlement. It wasn't often that she saw this side of her nephew. "The nanites could have gone haywire and eaten you alive! Then moved on to devour the Earth! I'm pissed off that you didn't give me the chance to voice my opinion on a matter so important as this! Hell, if I did this shit, you'd be so far up my ass I'd be nothing more than an Aron skin suit to you! How the hell do I explain that to Nettie that her mother's dead because she just had to be young again," he exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air in frustration. "And that's if the nanites don't eat us before that happens!"

"Now you're just overexaggerating," Aminah grumbled, looking down and off to the left of her.

"Am I?"

"Yes, I know what I'm doing when it comes to nanites. I do have a doctorate in Nanotechnology I have you know, so I do know how to ensure that the nanites do not 'eat me alive,' as you put it," Aminah stated, glaring at her nephew. This wasn't why she had come down here; no, she came to fetch him for dinner. "And I did this for you and Nettie."

"Explain," Aron said coldly as he opened up the panel on the side of the machine. He was going to need to shrink his bike down to pocket size.

"Baby," her tone was soft and sweet as she drew near to him, "I know you're upset at the moment, but I did this for us so did Tazia," Aminah said, keeping her eyes on him and not the heavily armed bike behind him. Seeing the uncertainty on his face when she said that. "I didn't want to be in my sixties when Nettie is just turning twenty and you only reaching forty. I wanted years with you and Nettie and all the other children we will have. Can you really be mad at me for that?"

"Yes, yes, I can," Aron retorted.

"Baby, now you're just being stubborn, I get it. Yet the infusion was a success; can't you be happy about that?" Aminah asked as she closed the last few feet between them. Her 32D breasts pressed lightly into his chest, causing her nipples to harden, knowing just what lay beneath his shirt. "How is what I and the others did not equal to what you do?" Holding up her hand when he started to speak. "How is it any different than you going off to hunt down some dangerous metahuman? Did you give us the opportunity to voice our opinions when you went after the Banshee? No, you didn't; you told us it wasn't up for discussion. Or when you went to fight that volcano, you might be invulnerable, but even you would die if that magma got you. How is that not anywhere comparable to what I did?"

"Fine," unable to see a way around her logic, "but don't do something like that again," Aron stated before going back to exploring his own failed invention.

"Does that mean you're going to stop hunting dangerous metahumans?" Aminah countered if she was to stop taking risks with her life then Aron had to as well. She grinned madly on the inside as Aron turned back to her, seeing that wasn't something he had thought she would say. "It's only fair, no?" Biting her lower lip as, Aron just went back to work. "Anywho, dinner is ready; that's why I came down here."

"You still haven't answered my question," Aron stated as he began to pull out components. He wasn't second-guessing his other self, yet if he was going to quickly make a shrink ray, he needed to be sure the parts were of the quality he expected from his own inventions.

"I found it in the lab when you were off doing whatever you and Sara do while you're away from me," Aminah stated, reaching out to him, resting her hand on his shoulder, causing Aron to peer back at her. "Aron, you know they won't start unless we're all at the table."

"Who came up with that rule?" Aron asked, thinking it was rather stupid.

"You did," Aminah answered, watching something playing behind his eyes. She wished she knew what that was.

"You know this how?"

"Dad told me when I was twelve and too caught up in my own inventions that I would constantly skip meals if it weren't for them coming and looking for me," Aminah informed him.

"Well, can't argue with myself, now can I?" Aron muttered to himself, setting aside the component that was in his hands. So far, most of what he had pulled out went into the keep pile; what was getting tossed was mainly the wiring and the vacuum tubes. He understood why his past self used them. They were cheap and didn't take advanced machinery to make the integrated circuits that would be invented in the late fifties. Still he was impressed with his past self with what he made do with the technology at the time.

"You know I've been thinking; we do need to start on a sibling for Nettie very soon," Aminah said, causing Aron's head to snap over to her as the doors rolled closed.

"About time, Aminah; what were you two doing down there?" Chery huffed, having to be kept waiting for her sister to retrieve Aron.

"A little of this, a little of that," Aminah teased, bending down and placing a kiss on her father's right. Whispering in his ear that he couldn't cum in her (that was only for Aron) when he fucked her later that night.

"Sit, Papa," Jill said, pulling Aron down into the seat next to her.

Aron was just minding his own business as he ate his dinner. His eyes moved around the table, listening to them all just chatting away. Also noting how Henry and Carl hand a mound high of food on their plates. Then again, if he burnt through as many calories as they did in a day, he, too, would probably be doing what they were doing. Looking down when Jill placed her left hand high on his upper thigh, Tazia's own soon followed after.

"I'll take the kids down to the playroom while you all do whatever you're planning to do," Aron said as he stood in front of the elevator with Nettie in his left arm while Henry stood beside him holding his hand while sucking on his thumb. Listening to the cooing they were doing to their children, knowing Nettie was having a hard time with long periods of separation or she would get fussy, and Henry was growing out of that stage.

"Now you listen to your daddy; he knows what he's doing. He is the strongest man on the planet," Tazia teased, peering up at him. "This will help you, Henry. Do you want to have to wear this all the time?" she asked, lightly tugging on its sleeve as Henry shook his head. "Plus, think of your sister. Do you want to hurt Nettie?" Her smile rose as Henry shook his head vehemently. "Then your daddy is the best man to teach you how to control your strength because, honey, you will only get stronger as you get older. If you don't start to control it now, you'll hurt someone without meaning to. Do you understand?" She was very proud of her son as he nodded weakly, placing a kiss on his forehead as she rose, noticing Aminah was doing the same with Nettie.

"We promise there will be enough for you," they purred as they both kissed him before retiring to where they were holding their gathering.

Nettie was slowly swinging in her chair, grinning at the big screen as she watched her children's show. Henry sat on his butt as Aron helped him out of the garment he had made that would put a load on Henry's body, so he would have to instinctively use his powers in order to be able to walk. However, what happened next even took Aron by surprise when Henry got to his feet only to use far too much of his strength and sent himself flying. Henry was crying as a metal ping rang out when he struck the ceiling before falling back to the floor.

"Well... that worked better than I was thinking it would," Aron said, standing over his son. "Do you see why we tell you you have to control your strength? Shhh, hush, Henry, you're fine; see your skin activated," he said, dropping to a knee to bring comfort to his son. "I know this will be hard; I struggle with it too. Yet, we have to watch everything we do. Any wrong move could hurt someone; we don't want that, do we, Henry?"

"No, Papa," Henry stammered through his sobs.

"Good, don't worry, Henry. It might be hard now, but soon, you won't even notice. Now we will do some exercises so you can grow accustomed to the feeling when you do something, alright?" Aron spoke as he helped his son to sit up.

Henry's face began to brighten and brighten beneath Aron's praise as he performed the task Aron had set before him. While Henry did stumble, like all children do, Aron encouraged him. Just because he failed, that didn't mean he couldn't learn from it and grow from it. Telling his son he learnt more from his failures than his victories. For the next two hours, he and Henry worked on his control while Nettie had fallen asleep in her swing. When he saw Henry nodding off, he gently lifted Nettie out of her swing and carried his children to their beds with Veil's help with the doors.

"Don't work too late, you of all people, need your rest just as much as anyone else," reaching out, taking hold of his right arm, "and do wake me up when you come to bed; I want you in me before you leave," Tazia said salaciously. "This needs to be reminded where to come home to," she purred as she rubbed Aron's manhood.

Once Aron and Aminah reached the third level, they spent the next three hours buried in making the changes needed for the ray to work. The only words that were said were those needed to get the project completed quickly. It was nearing the fourth hour when they both agreed it would be better and faster if they incorporated the components they already had and added what was needed to bridge the gap. Once they had agreed on that, it only took him and Aminah another hour to fix it and another to run tests on the ray. Finding out that the time the item remained in its smaller size was equal to how large it was in the first place. So, after running a few tests on his bike, he found that he had an hour before the bike reverted back to its original size. Once, he crawled into bed beside Tazia, who was spooning Lyla. Tazia's hand reached down and, in no time, had her man hard and eagerly lined up with her entrance. Breathing heavily as he pumped his rod deep within her as her arm reached up, her nails teasing the tips of his hair, giving herself to her man.

Aron was exiting the elevator on level two as they all gathered around Henry as they said their goodbyes. Unbeknownst to him Henry had told Jill to look in a certain hidden place only they knew of where he was going to leave her something from him once he got back to his time once this was all over. Aminah and Tazia hugged Aron hard after she had handed him the hover platform she had hurriedly made so he wouldn't hinder her father's speed. After breakfast this morning, Jill recorded a video on Aron's phone for her mother for Aron to give to her. Replaying back their conversation in his head as Aminah and Tazia fussed over him, trying his best to relieve their worry. Yet what he was about to do, he wondered if he had the right to rewrite however many people's lives that were about to be affected by what he was about to do. Yes, he knew what he was about to do was very hypocritical of what he had told Henry. Nevertheless, the Collector wasn't a big enough player to have that much of a swing on time. So he was taking a chance that there wouldn't be too many repercussions of the choice he had made.

"Henry, you ready?" Aron asked once he had detached himself from Tazia and Aminah.

"Yeah, sis, I know this might be the last time we talk, but I love you; I'll let Mom know you're doing okay here," Henry whispered the last part of his parting words to her as he hugged her one last time. "You ready, Dad?" he asked, peering over his left shoulder when he felt Aron's hand on it.

"Ready when you are," Aron nodded; once the last word left his lips, they were gone.

"Henry, is this normal? What I'm seeing, I mean?" Aron asked what he took as particles of light flew past him.

"Wouldn't know this is the second time I've done this. I'm only doing this because we have no choice. There's no one that's alive that has the skills needed to take him on. You once told me just because you aren't a hero doesn't mean you could ignore what was happening. I might not be a big-time hero like everyone else out there, but I knew I could bring the person that could end this now. I had to do something. I didn't tell you the whole truth. While it's true we are losing because he's on the field of battle that's not the worst of it. From the reports I've been hearing, what was happening after the bombs has been happening everywhere, this man goes. If he isn't stopped, there be nothing left."

"Well, I'll deal with him. Henry, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Was I a good father?" Aron asked curiously.

"For the most part, I like to think so; you just dropped the ball sometimes, not that it was intentional. You just usually got caught up in your lab..."

"Still no excuse; I'd be disappointed too if someone promised to be somewhere and not show up. I will admit I can get like that. Was it some event that I missed?" Aron asked, promising himself that he wouldn't repeat his mistakes.

"Just a few basketball games, nothing really important."

"It was important to you on behalf of my other self, I'm sorry Henry, hope you'll forgive the other me," Aron said, trying to keep it light so he could keep Henry focused. He would rather not get spit out at the founding of the Roman Empire.

"Did a long time ago, Dad, but thanks, I appreciate it," Henry said, fighting not to tear up at the moment as he has waited for that for years.

"So while I float here, tell me how you met Anika?"

As they ran through the years, he and Henry chuckled at the antics he and his wife got up to when they patrolled the city. Aron's eyes glanced around when he felt Henry slowing down. Squeezing Henry's shoulder gently, telling him he was ready when Henry warned him to brace himself when he was about to return to the natural flow of time. Within a millisecond, Henry had come to a stop in a field out in the middle of nowhere. As Aron brought the board to a halt, seeing how his inertia kept him moving forward he wondered if it was the same field he woke up in when he was spit out in the twenties.

"Sorry, thought it would be better to return here than in the middle of the city, since this is all new to me. I didn't want to destroy the city," Henry said as he ambled toward where Aron had stopped to climb off the hover board.

"Yeah, glad you did, too," Aron agreed as he pulled out his bike from his pocket.

"So, do we just like add water or something?" Henry joked as they waited for the hour to end.

"Good one," Aron chuckled along, seeing the amazement on Henry's face as he watched how the bike reverted back to its original size in an instant.

"Dad, I never asked, but how did you get so smart to make all this?" Henry asked over the wind as they flew towards the base.

"Born like this, went to college, have a few degrees," Aron said, telling him all about his school days. Answering every question Henry had as they flew down the tunnel, pondering how Veil would handle interacting with her past self. However, the moment the bike powered down, the base's defenses activated. Henry threw up his hands at the amount of weapons that were pointing at them.

"Henry, who is this intruder? Are you being held against your will? Or are you even Henry at all..."

"Veil," Aron spoke loudly and clearly so her program could decern he was the real thing. "It's me; I'm sure you remember me from the last time I was here," he said as he pulled off his mask, seeing his grandmother and his Uncle Neil, who was four, coming to see what was all the communication. He ignored how his grandmother gasped, 'Oh, my God,' and kept his focus on Veil. "Are you really going to keep those things pointing at me? You know those won't work on me anyway."

"Yes. Your voice pattern does match the file I have for you. Henry, your father told you not to attempt such a thing." Aron kept himself at not smirking at Veil's tone seeing how far she had grown over the years.

"Henry," Aron called out after Henry and Anika chatted for a few minutes. "Why don't you head on up and prepare her for seeing me," he said, nodding towards the elevator. Pondering if he would find something in his sanctuary compared to what he found in his own time. He assumed it would be the same. Nevertheless, time was fickle, he could never guess what small little detail had changed. Feeling Veil eyeing him as he walked down the hallway. His ears twitched at the sound of the motors as she turned them to follow his trek through the base. He only had to tell Veil once to open the pathway. "I know you, Veil you have questions, ask them."

"You are my creator, yes?"

"I am, in a sense."

"Why are you here?"

"To finish off Red Scare and the Collector," Aron said as he stood in the middle of the room. Seeing the whiteness of the paper that some of them still held.

"So we were correct in the assumption that we did not finish him off."

"Correct."

"If you're here and know about the Collector and this place that means you know everything?"

"For the most part," Aron answered as he opened the middle cabinet drawer. Where he stood in confusion as he stared down at a knife in its sheath. Something that wasn't there when Veil first showed him the room. "Veil? What's this?" he asked, putting on his mask again since there weren't any sensors within that room for Veil to see.

"Father, are... you... wearing me at this moment?" Veil asked from the speaker on the table, wondering who he was speaking to.

"I am, I gave you a promise, told you I'd kept it," Aron replied, nodding along as Veil was telling him it was his trench knife he had made when he started his work with the OSS. "What's it made of? Iabreinium?!" he uttered when Veil whispered its makeup in his ear. He was surprised he found enough of it, given its rarity, seeing how it was the only natural metal that was the hardest in its class until alloys, such as neuium, of it began to appear in the sixties when they learned how to extend the valuable metal. Undoing his belt and slid it through the belt loop on the sheath, feeling it resting against the small of his back as he re-buckled his belt. Reaching back, just seeing if the movement would hinder him, given his coat, his index finger slipped into the finger guard below the hilt as his others wrapped around the handle.

A silver glint flashed from the darkness of his coat as the eight-inch blade slipped from its sheath. His knife training the NSA taught him flared in his mind as he took up the first stance he was taught with fighting with a blade. Going through every move, he knew just to see if he could move correctly when fighting with it and not have his coat get in the way. Wondering just how sharp it was, knowing himself it was wickedly sharp, most likely sharp enough to cut down to the microscopic scale given how thin Iabreinium can be hammered and keep a very sharp edge without chipping or cracking the blade. Then a thought popped into his mind at the thought he was holding what could be the only thing that could possibly kill him, given if it could cut through molecules, then his mutation wouldn't stop the blade since it would be able to slip between the molecules in his skin. Upon leaving the room, hearing Veil closing it up, only to be open many years into the future.

Aron was deep in thought as he walked down the corridor of level two back to the main section of it. His resolve was tightening, knowing if the knife wasn't back in his time that meant what he planned to do was going to work since nothing had majorly changed in his time. Coordinating with Veil on where to hide the bike on level three when he returned after defeating Red Scare. Telling Veil to be good before the elevator doors rolled open, only to walk in on an argument between Henry and his wife about him of all things.

"Don't mind me, just passing through," Aron muttered as he walked past them and out of the room. Hearing his uncle's and aunt's voices as they were laughing at something in another room.

"I'm in here, Aron," Carol called out as he wondered where she would be.

"Hello, Carol," Aron greeted as he told on the threshold of the hallway and the kitchen. Seeing how she was standing with her back to him as she stood in front of a counter and how she was trying to gather the strength to greet him.

"Forgive me, Aron, this is harder than I thought it would be."

"I understand Carol, why I asked Henry if you'd be able to handle seeing me. I didn't want to put you through any more pain than what you're already going through," Aron spoke, stepping fully into the kitchen. "I do hope I was a good husband to you." His eyes glanced down and to the left when her right hand grasped her arm as she leaned on the counter. Seeing the swell of emotions in her left eye as she peered back at him from over her shoulder.

"Oh honey, you were the best thing any woman would want in a husband. You have no idea how many of my friends wish their husbands' were like you. I miss you so terribly," Carol turned around as her waterworks started and rushed into Aron's arms. She sank into his warmth when she noticed how his touch was the same. "Oh, Aron, why? Why did you have to go?" The question was rhetorical since she knew why he had to do what he did. Her fingers weaved through his hair as she touched her husband one last time. Her nose trailed along his neck as she inhaled his scent, knowing it was the same scent he wore when she met him in the twenties. Which only caused memories of that time to flare in her mind, making her hold Aron tighter.

"It's going to be alright, Carol."

"No, it's not; I don't have you," Carol wept loudly against his shoulder. Aron didn't know what to say so he just kept quiet as she cried. Aron had to admit even at the age of fifty-six Carol was still a looker.

"Listen, can we go somewhere to speak in private?" Aron asked seriously.

"Is it about... you know, our baby girl?" Carol whispered low. Aron just nodded his head so they could keep Jill a secret and the time line as pure as he could. "Go up to our bedroom; I'll meet you there; I just need a minute to gather myself," she said, turning around, rapidly taking tissues out of the box on the table and drying her eyes.

"You know Carol," his voice caused her to turn slightly to peer at him, "kind of proud of myself, marrying a woman who's beauty only increases as she ages," Aron said with a sly smile on his lips before disappearing around the corner not before he caught flames sparking to life on the ends of her hair.

"You haven't changed, honey. Here I am, wanting to cry my heart out, and you say that, and I still want to cry, but I so want to kiss you," Carol said from the depths of her kitchen.

"What's stopping you?" Carol's eyes went wide; she had thought since he wasn't really her husband that she shouldn't. Yet if Aron, the future Aron, was telling her he wouldn't mind... she stood there as her eyes darted to and fro as her mind was occupied by that one thought.

"Carol, are you alright?" Anika asked softly, lightly touching Carol's right shoulder.

"What?! Hmm?" Carol stammered after bringing her out of her wandering thoughts.

"I asked if you were alright," Anika stated, eyeing her mother-in-law. She had promised Henry she would keep an eye on her while he went out and did a patrol of the city.

"What, oh yes, I'll be fine, just something he said had me thinking of good times," Carol said, lying slightly to really keep what happened in that kitchen from her. "Would you mind watching dinner for me?"

"Of course, you go lay down, I know this has to be hard for you," Anika said supportively.

Her hands brushed down the front of her shirt as she neared her bedroom door. Blowing out a breath before reaching for the handle, how her heart fluttered as the light of the lamp softly played along Aron's face as he stood in front of their dresser holding a picture of them two months after their wedding.

"Sorry, I should have asked," Aron said, quickly placing it back onto the dresser.

"There's no need to be sorry, Aron; that is you for the most part in that picture," Carol said, closing the door behind her. Her lip trembled when her eyes just absorbed how they both looked the same when they were wearing Veil. Although it seemed to her, he had made some alterations to the suit. "Here, let me find you something to wear; I know you don't want to be seen in your suit here," she stated, hurriedly walking over to his closet. Even if it's been years since her husband's death, she couldn't bring herself to throw away his clothes. "So... you know the rest of why we put Jill in... what was it you called it?" Carol asked, peering around the doorframe at the moment she watched the fabric of his shirt inch up his chest, revealing to her eyes his abs. Darting back into the closet, she started to feel her body heating.

"Cryosleep."

"Did you figure out why her body is killing her?"

"I did; she has radiation poisoning," Aron answered truthfully as he sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boots.

"What?! Like those people in Asia?!" Carol gasped, pressing her husband's shirt to her chest when she stepped out of the closet. How she wished she hadn't as her lust surged at the sight of Aron's exposed chest.

"No, Jill's is much rarer. The only place to find it is in the heart of a star," Aron stated factually, rushing to her side when Carol collapsed to her knees.

"Then there's no hope for my baby?!" Carol moaned out as she wept into her hands.

"No, I... well, a friend of mine gave me the means to save her," Aron said, informing her of Jill's fate. "Here, Jill recorded a message for you," he spoke about to get up to fetch his coat, only to stop when Carol's hand latched onto his wrist.

"You... you saved our baby?!"

"I had help, but yes, Jill will be fine here in two months," Aron said, stretching out his body, pinching the cuff of his sleeve between the tips of his fingers, and pulled it towards him. Pulling out his phone that was in a hidden pocket, unlocked it and brought up Jill's video for her mother. Carol's hand flew to her mouth when Jill's image appeared on the screen. Aron just knelt there throughout the video as Carol held his hand for comfort. What came next, Aron didn't see happening as Carol's hands darted out, taking hold of his face and pulling him into her as she kissed him passionately.

"Thank you, Aron; knowing Jill is awake and getting better takes a lot off my heart," Carol said after spending an hour watching Jill's video. "Why don't you change out of that while I go freshen myself up," she uttered lovingly as her thumb brushed along Aron's cheek. Knowing they would only have that night, she planned on saying goodbye to her husband even if the Aron before her wasn't truly him. Stopping at the bathroom door and peered over at him as he buttoned up one of her husband's shirts. One she didn't like. Still, she smiled at the thought of how similar they were to each other. "Why don't you take a few with you when you return home. I know Jill will appreciate it," Carol said before entering the bathroom. She had something to do before bed that night.

At dinner that night, Neil and Chery were oblivious to who Aron was as Anika chatted away with him, asking an assortment of questions pertaining to his childhood, at least what he could divulge. Seeing the smile on Carol's face, he didn't make a big deal out of it when she was eyeing him as he ate the dinner. While she was, he helped himself to the dinner she had made with Anika's help. He didn't know what she did to the meal, yet it was damn good, in his opinion.

"I take it you enjoy my cooking?" Carol asked; her husband and Aron were the same in regard to the meal she had made. It was her husband's favorite, and she made it to see if Aron was just like him.

"I do, what's it called?" Aron asked, knowing he had to have it somewhere; the taste was just too familiar to let go.

"London broil, mostly, I just added a few of my own touches to it," Carol said proudly.

"Ah, then you should be praised; this is good," Aron said with a smile on his face, seeing Carol blushing at his praise.

"See, Henry, it isn't wrong to give your mother praise for the food she cooks for you and your family," Carol teased her son, who had come back from patrolling the city an hour ago.

"I always do Mom," Henry said, feeling a little embarrassed being called out in front of the man that could have been his father if his father didn't send him back when he did.

"Now, you don't get too full; you can't go to bed without tasting the cake I made yesterday," Carol said sweetly, lightly resting her hand over his. Ignoring how Henry was looking at her when she began to rub the back of Aron's hand. Her thumb brushed the back of Aron's fingers when he continued to chat away with Henry and Anika without removing her hand. Wondering if he thought she needed the reassurance that it would be alright. Still, as she smiled down at her plate, it was the same thing her husband would do if she was ever sad, and that brought another tear to her eye. "Thank you, baby," she said on instinct when Aron handed her a tissue, again ignoring the look her son was giving her when she said that. "I didn't mean..."

"It's alright, I am him, pretty much, at least in the major things," Aron said offhandedly. "He calls me daddy," grinning at Henry, who shot him a look that said: 'I do not!', "I'm teasing you, Henry," he said, feeling rather odd poking fun at his own grandfather/son. So, for a few more minutes, they finished eating their dinner before Carol got to her feet to get the cake she had made. "What's it called?" Aron inquired as Carol set the cake down at the corner of the table so she could serve it.

"Brooklyn Blackout cake," Carol answered, giving the children small pieces so they weren't too hyped up on sugar before their bedtime. A normal size one for Henry and his wife, along with herself and Aron. Feeling her panties brushing against her newly shaven mons Venus, since his death she hasn't taken care of herself; she didn't see a reason to since she was never going to marry again. She had her one love in her life time, and he was gone. However, when Henry informed them all that he was going to travel into the future, they all were against it. Seeing how her husband had warned Henry about tampering with time. Yet Henry was adamant that the only one that was going to stop that thing that killed her husband was his own self from the future. Nevertheless, Henry did make some good points, seeing how none of the heroes who faced off with him managed to end the villain. What killed them, she would never know or what to know. "Here, Aron, I do hope you like it," she said, handing him his dessert plate.

"If dinner was any indication of your cooking, then I know I will, and I can see why a certain someone would miss your cooking," Aron whispered the last part to her, seeing how bashful Carol was getting as she brushed strands of her hair behind her ear.

"Thank you," Carol said softly, knowing she was going to pass down her recipe book to her grandchildren. So when the time came for Jill to awaken, she would know she still thought about her and loved her so much. "How do you like it?" Seeing her grandbabies just digging into the slice she gave them while Anika savored the chocolate and the pudding that was between the layers of the three layered cake.

"It's good; I can see just a slice charging Henry right up," Aron joked before taking another bite.

"Nah-uh, two," Henry countered, getting a chuckle out of Aron.

"You should see Carl when he has an energy drink," causing Anika's head to pop up, and Carol gave him a side glance, "he's like the energizer bunny on those things; he just keeps going and going," Aron laughed, seeing Henry just smirking at the antics his son would get into in the future. While Anika, his grandmother, glared at him as her eyes wanted to know if he was talking about her son. Seeing Henry leaning over, whispering into his wife's ear, and then pointing up at the ceiling where little Carl was sleeping at the moment. Again, Anika looked at him, wanting to know all about her children in the future. Once their dessert was over Carol escorted them all, minus Henry, who was putting their children to bed after their baths so the grown-ups could talk without being overheard. He wasn't expecting Carol to push him down into an armchair he's only seen when he woke up in the 40s, nor was he expecting Carol to sit in his lap.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" Carol asked, a little embarrassed by the weight she had put on over the years. It wasn't much, yet it was just the signs of her childrearing.

"Nah, I'm super-strong," Aron answered, raising his left leg slightly with her on it. "See? Light as a feather," he said with a warm smile.

"Stop," Carol giggled slightly as she batted his chest playfully. "Aron?"

"Hmm?"

"You aren't married in your time, are you?"

"No, why?" Aron answered he was assuming she meant legally married.

"It's just I never really asked all those years ago. So I assumed you weren't when you asked me out; admittedly, I was hanging around you a lot back then," Carol said, feeling the same way she did when she first met him back in the twenties, and she was just a naïve eighteen-year-old. She could never understand why she was drawn to him like she was; nevertheless, she couldn't be happier with her life for the most part. "And I knew it was foolish of me to do so, seeing how everyone thought you were addled in the mind given what you were saying. Yet there was just something about you, Aron, that drew me to you. Was it fate? Destiny? I don't know; what I do know is you are by far the best husband any woman could have. You know, here in this time, women... more importantly, us wives aren't looked upon kindly by their husbands. Not you, though; you treated me like an equal, with respect for our marriage when I know many of those same wives tried to throw themselves at you when I bragged to them how well you treat me. When they themselves had to return home to abusive husbands. Are all men like you from your time?"

"Most of them, there are still those like that in my time still, but marriages have come a long way from now," Aron informed her while ignoring how her hand moved along his chest, feeling every muscle he had and overlooking how Anika was remaining silent even though he knew she wanted to ask so many questions.

"Aron," Anika spoke, drawing his attention to her. Turning her head as she heard her children's laughter as Henry washed them before their bedtime.

"Yes?"

"My babies, how many do I have in the future?" Anika asked quizzically.

"You sure you want to know?" Aron inquired, getting a vehement nod out of her. "Six."

"Their names?!"

"That I can't do," Aron said, shaking his head. "Nor will I tell you what they are like; it could alter my time if I did. Just know they're all well and healthy."

"Do I have grandbabies?!" Anika asked curiously.

"You do; Nettie is going through her terrible twos, Henry," Aron answered, a smirk on his lips when Carol's eyes zeroed in on him and got an arched eyebrow from Anika.

"You named your other son Henry?" Anika queried for clarification.

"His mother did, I just agreed to it," Aron stated.

"And this other Henry, is he like our Henry?" Carol asked, drooling in her mind as her hand ran up and down his washboard abs.

"No, he has his mother's metal skin and my strength," Aron informed her, seeing the confusion in their eyes. "I take it that mutation isn't common in this time?"

"No, not that I can recall or met in my life has that mutation," Carol said, looking over at Anika, who shook her head that she, too, didn't know anyone.

"Huh? Interesting," Aron mused, stroking his chin.

"Can I ask who his mother is then?" Anika was only met with that smirk of his she knew all too well. It was the same as the other Aron would give her when he knew something she didn't.

"So if we can't talk about kids or grandkids, what is it you do in the future?" Carol inquired.

"I'm a billionaire," keeping his chuckle contained at their dropped jaws, "started a company called Mist Manufacturing, going to sell my inventions to the public. We're already so back logged with orders, I don't know when we'll see daylight," Aron joked. Not that he was complaining about that; he knew he would rather be back logged than no orders at all.

"Really?!" They spoke at once.

"Mmmhmm, when Nettie's mother and I were at the architect's office, she went into labor. It was bad, she was bleeding and I panicked. Troy, my brother, was the one to calm me down when A... she needed me," Aron said, catching himself. "Need you to do a favor for me," he uttered, looking at his grandmother.

"Depends, what's the favor?" Anika asked, hoping it wasn't anything untoward. She would not do anything that would bring shame to her and her marriage.

"That when you see me again, albeit as a child, that you keep my powers secret, I know you'll be able to tell," Aron said, nodding when Anika's eyes glanced up towards the second floor, silently answering her question.

"Okay, why?"

"Because in my youth, I didn't want anyone to know I had any."

"Why?" Anika asked again, unsure why he would hide his powers.

"I'm not a hero, and they would ensure I would become one. This has to play out as it already has in my time. Otherwise, I might not come back if you don't," Aron said in all seriousness.

"Always so stern," Henry voiced as he stepped into the room after getting his children to bed.

"Have to be Henry, or you and your sister wouldn't be born," Aron stated, peering up at Henry as he patted his shoulder as he past.

"I'll agree to your favor only if you tell me my babies names," Anika said firmly, standing her ground.

"You already know three of them," Aron stated, pointing up at the ceiling.

"Then what are the other three?"

"Tazia, Vera, and Aminah," Aron answered, seeing the glee on her face at the number of girls she would be having.

"Man, and I thought I'd have more sons," Henry groaned, pretending that he didn't already know his adult children.

"You should know you determine the sex of your children, Henry," Aron said smartly.

"No, I don't," Henry huffed.

"You do, it's the man that determines the sex of the child, while it's the woman that determines if one is bald or not," Aron said, seeing the blankness in his grandfather's eyes. "It's genetics. It's not wildly popular right now since no one in this time can read or even mapped DNA which won't happen for a few years. It was only discovered six years ago, so I doubt you would know about chromosomes and whatnot." He didn't miss the fact that Anika had a wide smile on her face as she looked at Henry.

"And where did you get all your smarts from?" Carol asked, her fingertip circling around his areola.

"Born this way," Aron replied. "Went to school and got a few degrees while I was there."

"I see, I see," Carol cooed as she teased the tips of his hair with her fingers.​