Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"So, where exactly is Red Scare, or at least his last known location?" Aron asked, getting to the heart of why the matter.

"Aron, do you really need to talk about him right now?" Carol asked while she was sure Aron wanted to do what Henry brought him back in time for. Yet she wasn't going to get another chance like this. "Can't we just enjoy the evening?"

"Sure, we can, no shop talk," Aron said sternly, pointing at his son who looked at him curiously before Aron burst out into a grin. "Although, Henry, I need you to do me a favor since I can't travel like you do in the blink of an eye."

"Sure, Dad, what do you need?"

"Fetch me a sack of coal," Aron stated, getting a very confused look from Henry. "Make sure they're all fist-size or smaller lumps, okay?"

"Why?" Henry asked, drawing out the word.

"Going to make some diamonds to take back with me, got to support you somehow," Aron said with a fatherly smile. "That suit isn't cheap to make, you know," he uttered with a wink. Carol pounced on him in a heart beat after he said that.

"I get that, D... Aron, yet can you do that through? I mean, is coal really what diamonds are made from?" Anika asked, catching herself what she normally called him before he died and not being that worldly or as bright as past and future Aron was. She could see their lips smacking when Aron slowly pushed Carol away. When Carol was making out with Aron, she did cast her husband a glance. She could see he was struggling with what he was seeing. Ever since she had first dawned on her suit, she had seen so many crazy things in her life that interacting with a younger version of the man she once knew didn't really faze her.

"Yeah, all a diamond is, is carbon, just arranged in a certain way, a few tons of force, and voila, you get a diamond," Aron said, leaving a few of the details off. He knew the press he built could get up to the pressure he needed, yet that would take too much time. He didn't know if he had the strength to pull it off, yet he was going to try.

"Really?!" the three of them spoke at once.

"Mmmhmm," Aron hummed as he nodded his head.

"Be back in a bit. I know where I can get some," Henry stated before zipping up to his and his wife's bedroom, where he left one of his spare suits. His father always told him if he was going to use his powers, he better be masked. He didn't know that the government had pressured his father to work for them when they had pictures of him in and out of his suit. His mother didn't tell him that until a few months after his father's death when he had come home to find his mother weeping over the photo album his mother had put together over the years.

"So... are you like your other self?" Anika asked, scooting along the couch towards him.

"In what regards?" Aron wasn't going to answer such a vague question.

"That you don't participate in our... group activities," Anika whispered low.

"If you're referring to what you all do in your free time in your birthday suits, then yes, we are the same in that regard," Aron nodded, trying to keep from being crass in front of his wife and daughter-in-law as weird as that was to even think about as it was to say, at least to him it was. He just tried not to show it.

"Ever think about..."

"Nah-uh, Anika, he's mine tonight; you just want to touch his muscles," Carol interrupted and, teasing her daughter-in-law. It was the same when her husband was alive. Anika got just as gaga over Henry's muscles as much as she did with her husband's.

"Of course!" Anika uttered without a hint of shame in her voice. Her eyes just couldn't look away at how taut the short sleeve of his shirt was across his bicep.

"So, Aron, just how strong are you?" Carol asked, she never asked her husband. She didn't want to sadden him about what he had lost. She knew he didn't rely on them. Still, she knew when her husband was depressed, what wife doesn't?

"Don't really know; none of the gauges I've used could accurately gauge my strength before maxing out the gauge."

"What was the reading before you broke the poor thing?" Carol asked, taunting Anika as her finger moved down Aron's chest, then ran her finger along the bottom of his pectoral, all to tease her poor daughter-in-law. Biting lightly down on her lower lip as Aron snorted, it wasn't often she heard her husband do that. When she did, oh, how she treasured that sound, given how he would drop his fatherly, smart front and just let loose. How she loved that she was the one that could do that for him.

"A hundred tons," Aron responded, getting a 'Wow' out of Anika.

"That must make you the strongest metahuman on the planet?!" Anika exclaimed. She had no idea who was in their time. She never really hung out with those types of heroes. She had no idea what they were like in Aron's time; however, in hers, they were mostly arrogant men, thinking just because they were strong, women were meant to worship the ground they walked on. It was how she first met Henry when they were in their teens; he had saved her from one of those types of heroes when he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I am," Aron agreed, looking down at his bicep as he watched Anika weirdly when it looked like she was worshiping his arm, more precisely, his bicep. It kind of freaked him out that his grandmother had this kind of a fetish.

"Don't mind her," Carol said, waving off Anika's behavior. "She's always been like this, or she told me."

"Flex for me," Anika directed as she poked the muscle.

"No," Aron said plainly.

"Aw, why not?" Anika pouted like a little girl.

"I would rip the sleeve, and I kind of don't want to ruin my own clothes," Aron said light-heartedly, hearing the front door opening. Nodding to Henry when he held the bag open when he stood beside him. Ignoring the sad look, Carol was giving him when he patted her lower back for her to get up. However, that sadness quickly turned to hunger in her eyes as Aron started to take off his shirt. Anika was instantly to her feet and stood beside Carol as Aron looked at them oddly.

"I'm just taking off my shirt, nothing so gaze-worthy," Aron said, tossing his shirt onto the armrest of the chair as Henry laid out some newspaper on the coffee table.

"Oh, honey, every time I see you without your shirt on... mmm... makes me want to think about taking up backseat bingo," Carol purred, seeing the confusion on his face as he sat down on the chair. She felt that rush of primal need as Aron's muscles began to press the coal between his hands. Their eyes turned towards the lump of coal within Aron's hands when it started to groan under the pressure.

"Dad, how long do you think you need to do that for?" Henry asked, nodding down to Aron's hands. He had no idea how much pressure that lump was under, and he would rather not experience it.

"Don't know, never tried this before," Aron stated; for ten minutes, they all listened to the sounds coming from the deeps of his hands. Cocking an eyebrow when he noticed some of the coal crumbling away and falling onto the newspaper when he pulled his hand away. He noted how the three of them scooted towards the edge of their seats as his thumb nail cut through the layer of coal, listening to the clumps of the impurities that were left over falling onto the paper. Noting their wide eyes as Ping-Pong-sized uncut diamond sat between this thumb, middle, and index fingers. Holding it out to Anika when she didn't believe her eyes, who passed it around to the other two when her own curiosity was satisfied while Aron started on another lump. It was well into the night when, with the help of Carol, Henry, and Anika, he had the den nice and clean without a speck of coal left over. The velvet bag Anika had given him sat full of uncut diamonds. He knew it would at least help with keeping their family provided for. As much as he wanted to change a lot, yet he knew if he changed too much, he himself might never exist.

"Carol, you passed the guess bedroom," Aron said shyly, pointing out that fact as she led him down the hall. Not that he didn't think this might happen, but still, he couldn't help but remember what Jill said to him in their kitchen after her long slumber. When he saw Carol's eye peering over her left shoulder, he wondered if Jill wasn't too far off on the mark.

"Aron, I've never known you to be the slow type of man; surely, in that big brain of yours, you knew this was going to happen," Carol said, swinging Aron around to stand in front of her once they were in her bedroom. She lightly pushed him backward onto their bed, knowing if he wanted to, he could have easily kept her from doing that. "Now," her voice took on a seductive tone as she held his chin in her hand, "you just take that off while I go get ready," she purred lovingly as her thumb brushed along the side of his mouth as she bent at the waist before him. Allowing his eyes to fall on her breasts. As all husband's eyes should be, at least she thought so.

Aron said on the edge of the bed, listening to Carol in the bathroom as she moved around the room. Wondering what he was doing, sure, he wondered what Carol would be like in bed, given how his past self had chosen her as his wife. Still, though, it kind of felt wrong to be there at the moment...

"I hope you're undressed and in that bed." Carol's voice brought him out of his questioning thoughts as it took him no more than ten seconds to undress. "Good boy," Carol purred, standing in the darkened doorway of the bathroom in her pink peignoir see-through robe and nothing else.

"Holy..." Aron muttered as his eyes ran down Carol's body as she just stood there, allowing him to view her at his pleasure.

"You said the same thing thirty years ago on our honeymoon," Carol stated, her fingertips dancing down the doorframe as her hands moved down them as she stepped into the room proper. "I might not be that young anymore, but what I lack in youth, I make up in experience," she said, her eyes holding a hunger in them as the soft yellow light of the 60w bulbs played along Aron's chest. Then her eyes flickered down her body when she noted movement beneath the covers. A large grin was on her face at the fact that her age wasn't hindering his arousal. "You know I was a little unnerved when you asked me to shave down here the first time," Carol said, pushing her robe from her shoulders, watching how his eyes followed its fall as it brushed down her body. "If I had known you would be going down on me afterwards and eating this hot little thing of mine," making sure his eyes were on her hand as she played with herself as she stood beside her side of the bed, "something I wasn't expecting seeing how it's not done in this time or back in the twenties. I would have shaved it months into our courtship."

"Oh?" Aron mused as he looked over to her, glancing down when she threw her side of the covers towards the foot of the bed, exposing his hard-on to her eyes.

"Oh yes, men want us to go down on them yet won't even taste us like they want to be done to them. Hence why a few of our friend's wives want you. Aron, I know you have no feelings for me; I get that. You've only heard or seen me in photos and that device you had. Yet please, I know the man I married is in there somewhere; just give me this one night because I know when you leave, I'll be without you for the rest of my life," Carol said as tears began to well within her eyes.

"Okay, Carol," Aron said after a moment of thought. How could he say no to his own wife?

"I promise I will treasure this moment until I die," Carol whispered as she leaned forward, capturing his lips. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as Aron's hand moved down her stomach. She softly moaned into Aron's mouth as his fingers featherlight touch on her dew-laden labia. Feeling her womanhood just melting at his touch, as it always did when they were intimate together. Her insecurities surfaced when Aron began to kiss along her sagging breasts. Yet she needn't fear given how Aron just lavished each one of her 32C breasts. Soon, she was meowing loudly on her back just savoring everything Aron did to her body so she could relive it throughout the years. The soles of her feet resounded on the sheet as they moved along it as she spread her legs for him. Her hands pressed down on the top of his head, urging him to where she really needed him. Her back arched at the first touch of his tongue on her mound. "Oh Aron, yes, mmmhmm, there, that's it, taste all of your wife," Carol spoke, her eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations that were traveling throughout her body.

Her eyes were always on him as she pleased his rod of man. Grinning in her mind at how they were the same in, how they enjoyed how she teased his crown. Remembering back to their early years at how hard he was at that moment, and all that did was get her dripping. Even performing a titty fuck for him, at first, she thought it was weird and gross and refused to perform it for him. However, a few years after their wedding, she did give in one night just to see what she was really saying no to. When she saw the amount of pleasure on her husband's face just at that one act, she'd given him at least one a week.

"I know you like it when I do this," Carol stated as she hovered over him with her hand on the base of his cock as she was poised to impale herself on it. "So do I," she groaned as her breath stuttered as her folds embraced the cock that's it's missed. While she would never tell either one of them, yet her Aron as a tad smaller, not by much, maybe a centimeter or two. Moreover, after having his cock erupting for her for over thirty years, she could tell even such a minor difference. Tossing her head back slaps filled the air as she began to pick up her pace. Her slickness shone in the artificial light. "You like how we fit so perfectly, don't you, baby?" Carol cooed; she knew that she might not be as tight as she was on their wedding night when she gave Aron her virginity after giving birth to two children. Nevertheless, she knew the years would at least tighten her back up to the point she was after Jillian's (Jill's given name) birth. "This little girl missed you just as much as I have," she said longingly as she rubbed her mon Venus.

Henry was lying beside his wife in their bed neither able to fall asleep as Carol's moans filled the house as the clock inched towards eleven o'clock. Even after two hours, they were still going at it; they both thought when Aron came, they would be done for the night. Not so much as they picked back up after ten minutes again, going for another fifty minutes before Aron came once again. They had even fucked along with them, and still, they were going hot and heavy.

"Don't think about it, buster," Anika intoned as she removed Henry's hand from her thigh, knowing where it was heading. "They don't have children that will be up bright and early in a few hours. I'm happy for her, so should you be."

"I am," Henry stated, rolling back onto his back, knowing his wife was right. They did need their sleep; the children were a handful in the morning, and he rather not face that with only four hours of sleep if they had sex. He didn't know what it was. There was always this competitive streak, at least on his side, between him and his father. He wanted to show his father he could do whatever he could call him childish he wanted to show his father he could make Anika cum more than he made his mother that night. "It's been a long time since I've seen this side of Mom."

"I know, honey," Anika cooed as she snuggled up to her husband. "Are you and Aron going to be okay tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll be resting while Aron does the hard work," Henry said, promising his wife he wouldn't do something dangerous in the past.

Carol was chuckling in amusement when Aron rolled off of her when she couldn't take anymore. Her chest heaved, her pussy hummed and throbbed from the pounding it had taken. The lamplight made her sweat glisten along her skin as it played along her body before she rolled over to face Aron.

"Why did I think I could out last you?" Carol asked in a sultry voice.

"Can't help it. I'm the immovable force," Aron teased.

"Oh, I know I can move something," Carol countered with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Fair point," Aron admitted.

"Aron, would it be too much to ask if you would carry me to the shower?" Carol asked, all shy-like, batting her eyelashes at him. Aron didn't answer as he slid out of the bed. Her eyes followed him as he walked around the bed. Her heart was in her throat as she peered up at him, feeling his hands then arms sliding beneath her body. His gentle but firm touch as he lifted her into the air.

"See, light as a feather," Aron said, getting a slap to his chest and a very bashful look on Carol's face as his reward.

The next morning...

"Thank you for the help, Aron," Anika said as she took Chery from her high chair after he had finished helping to feed his aunt. "They tend to be a handful in the morning," she stated, bouncing Chery in her arms. Her eyes glanced over to Carol, who was working over the stove to make their breakfast. There was no mistaking the fact that Carol was glowing that morning. When she walked out of her bedroom less than an hour ago Carol made no apologies about how loud they were last night.

"You're welcome. Have two of my own and another on the way, so I know what it's like in the morning," Aron said, making silly faces at Chery, who was just flashing him a happy smile as she peered over at him.

"You did say that, so you have a boy and a girl. Are you hoping the one that's coming will be a boy too?" Anika asked curiously.

"Nah, I'll just be happy if he or she is healthy when they're born," Aron said, noting from the corner of his eyes how much sugar Henry was putting into his coffee. Not that he couldn't blame him. Carl did the same thing every morning. His body did burn calories at an extremely high rate. A rate if it was another person, they would be dead within two days since no one moving at normal speed could consume the amount of calories they would need to sustain themselves.

"What's your daughter like?" Anika asked, as she walked over to put Chery in the kid's playpen where Neil currently was as he played with his blocks.

"Much like her mother, a little possessive of me at the moment," Aron informed her.

"You wouldn't believe how strong she is; she almost sent me to my knees when she spoke in my head," Henry added, causing the other two to peer at him.

"You met them?!" Anika exclaimed.

"I did; she's going to be a heart breaker when she grows up; you're going to have your hands full with that one," Henry joked, nudging Aron.

"Nah, I'll just show them what a baseball looks like being launched into orbit. Then inform them what would be instore for them if they think of doing anything untoward towards my daughter," Aron said wickedly, getting a snort from Henry and a hearty 'Ha!' from the two women.

"You always were protective of our babies," Carol said offhandedly, smiling down into the pan.

"What father isn't?" Aron joked.

"A poor one," Henry chimed in, blowing his wife a kiss, who just beamed a smile at him. "Dad, about what you asked about..."

"Not at the dinner table Henry, thought we told you no talking about work at it," Carol said sternly, not seeing how that surprised Aron.

"Yeah, alright," Henry grumbled. Seeing how something was brewing behind Aron's eyes as he contemplated how much of his parents' teachings he used when his past self raised his children. However, that didn't stop Henry from whispering Red Scare's location to Aron in his ear, who just nodded along. When breakfast was served, talk about villains and super powers were put to the back burner. However, that all soon came to an end when the last morsel was plucked from their plates.

Carol was moving around her bedroom getting pieces of his suit she had stored one at a time so she could watch him suit up one last time. When Aron was fully dressed, Carol hugged him hard, not letting go for a good long while.

"You better not die on me this time," Carol muttered into his neck.

"Hadn't planned on it, why I made this suit for, so I can withstand his radiation. I'm not about to die like that," Aron said truthfully.

"Good, and when you go back to your time, know I will always love you, Aron," Carol said, kissing Aron passionately. Also, he would remember her even if the Aron she was kissing didn't love her like she knew his counterpart did. Carol stood on the stairs, her hands folded in front of her with her fingers interlocked with one another as she stared down at him as Henry and Anika both hugged him goodbye, praying that history wouldn't repeat itself. She couldn't imagine life without meeting and falling in love with him in the past. Mouthing 'I love you' down to him when Aron turned his head and peered up at her as he waved goodbye to her.

"Veil, where is Red Scare in this time?" Aron asked, pulling down his mask as the elevator descended down to level two.

"The border between North and Southern Hashihama," Veil answered.

"You sure you still want to come with?"

"Of course, father, I will not leave you now or ever," Veil stated with conviction.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Aron spoke as he swung his leg over the seat of the bike.

"Are you?"

"Of course I am, I'm very proud of how far you have come along, and I'm sorry I left you alone for so long," Aron said as the bike went into its warm-up sequence. Seeing it going through its checklist, the number of green signs as the systems reported that there was no problem before the engines kicked on and lifted the bike off the ground six inches. The tails of Aron's coat trailed after him as he shot down the tunnel.

Flak exploded in the sky, leaving black clouds hanging in the air as Aron came out of null space. While he wasn't worried the shells would damage his bike, still he wasn't going to let them think they could shoot him down. However, he wasn't their target as Nig-15s, the Chazr's main air fighter at the time, came into view. He was going to leave them be, yet no matter if he was invulnerable, he still took afront of being shot at with their thirty-millimeter cannons. He might have been a tad sadistic when he toyed with the pilots when he was on their tails and couldn't shake him before he opened fire; there were two of the six-wing group who just went ahead and ejected from their planes when he got on their six.

Nonetheless, he wasn't expecting the allies to start firing on him as well. Performing an evasive maneuver, seeing the heads of the pilots just snapping to the left or right of them as he did a reverse barrel roll so closely to the fuselage of the two planes. He saw the fear in the men's eyes as he pulled out his laser pistols. He didn't want to shoot them down over contested territory, so he only shot to disable the two planes he was flying between. Seeing them peeling off and heading back to their air base with smoke trailing behind him, he was generous in telling the last two to bug out or end up like their mates with sign language. Who knew they were outmatched, and they too quickly turned back to their airbase. Once he was done with defending himself he put his bike into a dive to get below the minimum range of the flak.

As he flew above the no-man zone that separated the two sides. Aron was not expecting to see such a large-scale destruction. However, as he scanned the vast swath of dead vegetation, it was due to the exposure to the man's radiation. The sensors on the bike were directing him toward the larger source of the radiation. Unbeknownst to Aron, high in Earth's orbit, a certain species were in geostationary orbit while they refueled their ship on the solar system's star's solar gases that were mixed within the winds. Her blue hand tapped on the panel of the screen. She was peering down at it and zoomed in on an object that was moving far too fast for the level of technology the planet had given the scans they had ran. A curious question formed in her mind as she watched what she took as a male specimen of the inhabitants. What really held her enthralled was the molecular signature their sensors detected within the man's body.

"Two minutes to contact," Veil warned in his ear.

"Veil take over and keep the bike out of the man's range," Aron said as he spun on his butt on the seat to prepare to step off the back of it to face down the man that killed his other self.

"Yes, Void."

"And cue up Imagine Dragons 'Whatever it takes,'" Aron said, listening to her counting down to when they were over the drop point. The wind roared in his ears as 'Falling too fast to prepare for this' the opening line of the song played. His rocket boots fired off, slowing his decent when he neared the ground and landed with a roll, drawing his pistols as he came to a knee as the line 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins' played. The red flash of his laser blots played along his mask as he took a few shots at the cyborg. Narrowing his eyes when he watched how the curtain of radiation the man shrouded himself in dispersed the beams. If he had to guess, it dropped their damage to about half when his shots actually landed. Leaping into a diving roll when the midsection of the man's cybernetic body opened releasing a charged particle beam right at him. His pistols spun on his fingers before he placed them in their holsters. Keeping out the man's zone of influence for as long as he could as he noted the rems decreasing as he tried to put some distance between them. "Veil, while I attack, I want you to analyze the footage and see if you can't spot a weakness we can't exploit."

"Yes, Void, I will ensure I don't miss anything." Reaching into the pockets that were sown into the coat, and pulled out two EMP grenades; pulling their pins, he dodged the man's blast and tossed them at the man. Smirking when the man's raised his foot to crush the grenade like it meant nothing to him as it went off. For a split second, the radiation instantly dropped to nothing; he knew the EMPs had worked; nevertheless, the man's recovery was to quick for him to take advantage of.

"I killed you once; I'll kill you again!" Billowed an enraged Red Scare when his systems rebooted.

"Funny, you can't kill the same man twice, moron," Aron said, taunting the man. "How did it feel being turned into a machine?" He chuckled as the man's emotions made his accuracy so poor that dodging his blast wasn't needed. His laughter continued to fill that place as Veil translated the man's curses when Aron shot the man in the face with his pin missiles. His eyes ran over the impact points taking note of the damage or what little there was of it. It seemed at least he could only assume the man's radiation was altering the makeup of the explosives within the missile's warheads. Veil, too pointed this out when he asked what she found out so far. "How much exposure will I be facing without the coat?" Knowing he had to be quick and fast to deliver the killing blow before his protection against the tense gamma radiation the man was producing. However, he had no time as Red Scare took aim at him. He didn't hold back as he used a hundred percent of his strength to spring forward, coming in below the man's belly.

His right hand reached back and pulled out his knife. Sparks flew as Aron cut through the man's bionic left knee joint. Red Scare howled in pain as Aron ripped off the man's organic arm from his body. What came next was nothing but a garbled gargle as the point of Aron's knife protruded from the front of the man's throat. "Veil, calculate the trajectory needed to send him into the sun," Aron directed; he knew if he didn't get him off of the planet, all he would do was just continue to eradiate the planet. He had a suspicion even the man's bones were radioactive. Tying the man's arm and lower left leg to his chest plate, then proceeded to grab the back of the man's metal neck guard and his lower right leg. Spinning around, gaining the speed Aron needed to keep to the trajectory without being pulled off course by Venus' or Mercury's gravity. Aron grunted loudly as he put all his might as he launched the man's corpse into space. Leaping out of the radiation zone, he was pleased he got through that with only two years' worth of radiation. Aron knew it could be worse. Veil had no trouble pulling the bike below him and mirroring his fall's flight path. Before the forces on the ground could react and pepper the sky with flak, his blink drive kicked in, sending him back into null space.

"Don't!" Aron stated, raising his voice when Carol, Henry, and Anika started to approach him when he arrived back at their base. "Until I have a decontamination shower best to keep back twenty feet."

"Why?" Carol asked, confused.

"The suit is contaminated with gamma radiation. I'm fine; the suit's protection worked, yet the outside is radioactive. Why I'm still wearing my mask and gloves. Veil, take me down to level three. I won't be long," Aron reassured them as the platform began to lower.

"Veil!" Carol called out as she hurried over to the mainframe.

"Yes?"

"What does this decontamination shower thing Aron said mean?" Her eyes widened in lust as Veil detailed what it entailed. "And do we have these suits to help Aron rid himself of these contaminants?"

"We do; Father stores them in laboratory 2C on the third level."

"Thank you, Veil!" Carol shouted as she raced towards the elevator.

"Take care of the babies for me, I won't be long," Anika said, following after Carol.

"What are you doing?" Carol asked, peering over at her daughter-in-law who entered the elevator with her.

"What does it look like I'm doing Carol?" Anika responded with her own question as the elevator doors rolled closed.

Aron was standing under the decontamination shower in his suit, scrubbing it hard to rid himself of the radioactive particles that were still clinging to his suit. He had already done so with his bike until he was sure where he sat and touched were free from the gamma particles. He didn't hear their approach over the sound of the water until he felt something on his back. He had to turn around, given whoever it was out of his eyeline.

"Hold out your arms, Aron," Carol directed with her gloved finger, wondering if he had that look on his face at the sight of her and Anika beneath his mask.

"What are..."

"You know, for a smart man, you sure are dumb sometimes," Anika teased, grinning behind the mask of the level B hazmat suit she was wearing. Giggling in her mind when Aron just lifted his arms without another word. It took the two of them thirty minutes to thoroughly scrub Aron. The soaked cloth of his mask hit the bench in a wet, sickly thud on the small wooden bench, once he ringed it out, that sat along the wall once Anika and Carol ran the Geiger counter over his body, showing the levels had dropped down to normal levels. Giving his coat a quick flap, given the force he applied to it saw just a sheet of water being flung off and landed in a splash along the floor. He got a little creeped out with how they were gazing at him as they stood in their hazmat suits while leaning on the butt ends of the brooms they had been scrubbing him with.

"Well...? I know it doesn't take you this long to get underdressed," Carol said, feeling so naughty wearing nothing in the suit. She knew Anika was nude in hers, too.

"Carol, the suit stopped the radiation; there's no need for that," Aron stated, pointing at the broom.

"Not what Veil inferred," Anika chimed in, noting how Aron looked up when she said those words. Turning her head, she saw a scowl forming on his lips when Veil moved the camera up and down, answering Aron's unspoken question. She bit on the inside of her cheek as Aron continued to strip down.

"Well?" Aron uttered, peering over at them as they just stared at him in hunger as he stood naked in the center of the shower stall. It wasn't much of a stall; it was basically just a raised platform in the shape of a square to keep the water from contaminating the rest of the base.

Aron was climbing onto the hover board after spending an extra hour in the decontamination shower. He honestly didn't know how he could face his mother, uncles, and aunts with what he had done to his grandmother and great-grandmother/wife. He didn't think they would enjoy how deprived they were in wanting him to do things to them that, in that time, would be deemed taboo. Reaching forward and placed his hand on Henry's shoulder, nodding that he was ready when Henry peered back at him.

"I will always love you, Aron; please remember that in the years to come," Carol said, trying to keep her tears from falling, knowing she would never see him again. Unbeknownst to them he was carrying something that he had worked on since his first foray into the past.

"Tell my babies I love them," Aniki said, standing beside Carol, squeezing her mother-in-law into her side as Aron waved goodbye before Henry took off.

Germany, 1939...

It was night when Henry exited the timestream panting heavily with his hands on his knees as he was bent over in exhaustion. Turning his head when, Aron lightly patted his back as he stepped to his side.

"Here, eat this; it should restore you by the time I'm through with what I have to do," Aron said, holding out a pill capsule that he had made for Carl if he overextended himself.

"What is it?" Henry asked, perplexed.

"Think of it like a multivitamin for speedsters, packed full of the calories you need," Aron said in a fatherly tone as he smiled behind his mask when Henry plucked it from his hand. "You wait here, I'll shouldn't be more than an hour or two; use this if you have to move so you can radio me our new rendezvous," he stated after pulling out an ear piece like he had given Sara. With that, Aron went into a run before his left foot pushed off with all his strength, sending him rocketing into the air.

"Whatever you're going to do Dad, I hope it works out as you think it will," Henry said to the departing spec that was his father before he lost sight of Aron.

"Father, there's only five miles left to his base of operations. If you intend to go through with this, I advise you to speed it up since your counterpart is moving towards his base as we speak," Veil warned him; she had informed him that they were indeed in the right place when he was soaring through the air. She had correlated with her older memories of that time using the stars' position to ensure that Aron was on the right path.

"Right, we can't let him see us here," Aron agreed. He didn't bother going into a roll when he landed five miles away from the base, leaving behind a crater as he went back into a run and leapt into the air once again. "You see anything?" he asked as he had reached the pinnacle of his leap.

"Negative."

"Well, let's go kill some Nazis," Aron stated, his targeting system locked onto the watchtowers. The flames of his pin missiles were the only thing that lit up his dark suit before he's fall put him below the tree canopy. He wasn't trying to be quiet. No. He wanted those men to know who was about to kill them if they got in his way. Aron knew he had to be fast; otherwise, he would run into his counterpart. That wasn't something he wanted. He knew the closer they were to one another, the possibility of a Pauli exclusion event happening grew exponentially the closer they were to one another. It was one of the reasons his counterpart had sent him home as quickly as he did. Being ripped apart molecule by molecule was not how he wanted to die.

He didn't bother slowing as he ran through the metal link fence. He paid no attention to the bullets that were deforming off his body and falling helplessly to the ground as he kept to the back side of the man's base incase he wasn't done by the time his counterpart arrived. However, he did take note of the German man who barreled through the metal back door. Aron noted the signs of an operation done on the man, so he took the man as one of Dr. Sikke Hahn's experiments. He found it humorous as he watched the man as he tried to use his stolen powers. Wondering how many the man killed to find how to transplant powers into normal, regular people. He was not expecting the man to open his mouth and spray what looked to him like spider silk at him. Nonetheless, it wasn't normal spider silk; no this was more along the lines of organic metal threads. If he was anyone else, it might have been deadly to him, given the damage the metal threads were doing as he tried to move. It wasn't something that would stop him, but it did give him pause before he just simply ripped himself out of the encasement the man had put him in. Aron did nothing as the man rushed at him with a German Heel dagger in his hand. The man simply looked down at the hilt of his ruined blade in shock when the steel blade just shattered against Aron's skin.

"Veil, translate for me," Aron ordered as he took the man by the throat and lifted him off the ground. "So you steal people's powers, use them for your evil, mur*er innocent people..." Aron narrowed his eyes when Veil translated the man's mumbling words when he said: 'They were nothing more than tools for the Führer.' "Who's the tool now? You're nothing but a dangerous weapon when you have no idea how to control your stolen powers. I wonder if one of them is the ability to breath in space. Let's find out," he said wickedly, he didn't think anyone in that time or his would have a problem with him launching a Nazi into space. Aron had long since stopped hearing the man's scream as he tossed him into orbit. He wondered when the man's body reentered Earth's atmosphere, would it burn up like all the other space junk in his time. The noise of the base's alarm brought him back to the task at hand, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before his counterpart showed up. As luck would have it, Dr. Sikke Hahn walked right into his grasp. "Are you Dr. Sikke Hahn?"

"Ja," Dr. Sikke Hahn spoke, thinking Hitler had sent someone to rescue him. He knew Hitler valued his input. After all, it was he who gave the Führer the means to have a superpowered army. "Did the Führer send you?" he asked, speaking in his native tongue.

"No, I'm here to kill you, Collector," Aron said, seeing the man's fright in his eyes as Aron moved very quickly and snapped the man's neck with ease. Putting the man's dead body on his shoulder as he heard his counterpart's arrival. He had to keep to the fact that his counterpart wasn't meant to find the man's corpse. However, in the middle of his flight to meet up with Henry, he had thrown the man's body towards where the North Sea was located. He knew, given the amount of bodies the sharks feasted on during the war, that they would make quick work of his corpse. He didn't need the Nazis' getting hold of the man's body and doing whatever they would do to it.

"Dad?" Henry said getting to his feet when Aron landed hard in the meadow they arrived in. "How did it go?"

"The Collector is dead; hopefully, with him gone those that have been affected by him or because of him can get some peace knowing the man is nothing more than shark food," Aron said, seeing the smile on Henry's face.

"Good, maybe that will help Dad," Henry said with hope.

"Now, where's the hover board?"

"I deactivated it so it wouldn't drain the battery," Henry said, pointing over to the tree where he had been hiding out.​