Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Mom!" Vera exclaimed, revealing that she had been eavesdropping.

"You know it's wrong to eavesdrop on other people's conversations!" Aron stated loudly as he tilted his head back.

"Aron, I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you. You've been gone for so long; it sent my mind back to the time I thought you were dead. I just couldn't take that you were really gone," Vera said, stepping into the room from her hiding place. "And I just couldn't go through with that... not again, never again," she stammered on the verge of tears.

"I will die one day; you know that, right?" Aron inquired.

"Yeah, not before I do," Vera stated firmly. "Aron, I know there are some things that you want to keep to yourself, or that should be the case, yet if Jill is speaking about Grandmother, I would like to hear it, if you will let me," she said with hope.

"Hey, hey, hey," Chery cut in, stepping into the room, followed by her husbands/brothers. "You honestly can't think of leaving us out; we knew Grandma a lot longer than you, dear sister," she said, getting between her sister and the couch, glaring at her sister, thinking she would allow them to miss out on this.

"Chery, do be nice to your sister," Aron said, wondering if he spoke all fatherly to them. It would trigger some memories of their childhood. What came out of that, he wouldn't have a clue, yet he was intrigued by what might be in his little childish humor. He noticed instantly that Aminah knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't notice how Chery's head snapped over to him as her mind sent her back to her early years. Where she remembered a wrinkly old face smiling down at her when she was five. Chery was fuming when Vera stuck her tongue out at her like she always did when their father or grandfather berated her or her siblings when they teased Vera.

"Aron, I know they can be pushy, more so than I thought they would be, yet can't you give them a little bit of solace?" Aminah said sweetly as she laid her hand on Aron's right bicep.

"Well, I'm not talking to people who can't seem to find their seat," Aron mused teasingly. Keeping his snort contained as the rest of his family came zooming into the room and found their seats. "So, what do you want to know?"

And so for the next two hours, Aron went over the events that never happened. At least to them, it didn't happen. When he talked about going back to the fifties, he saw how embarrassed Neil and Chery had become when he how they were at four and three years old, and silly they acted when Carol had served them her Boston Blackout cake. The way the both of them looked when their mouths were covered in the chocolate frosting and pudding. Teasing Carl about how whiny he was after he woke up in the middle of the night. Grinning evilly at his Uncle when Aminah, Tazia, and his mother giggled at Carl's antics when he was just a babe. With their conversation nearing its end, Henry yawned, his head nodding, trying to stay awake for as long as he could; nevertheless, Nettie was sound asleep, resting against his chest.

"Come on you, let's get you to bed," Tazia said lovingly as she gently lifted her son off of Aron's lap, blowing Aron a kiss as she did.

"Yes, it is their bedtime, and now that her daddy's back home, I know I will get some sleep tonight," Aminah said, stretching her arms over her head as the weeks of little sleep were catching up to her.

"And you, young man, whole me two days of heroing, so up and at 'em," Vera demanded as she poked her son's shoulder, reminding him of what he had promised her. "It's only eight, so we'll work your two days in slowly," she uttered wickedly as Aron's eyebrow rose when he turned to look back at her.

"About that, Dad, you remember what we did those many nights ago?" Jill asked, seeing him nodding along. "Remember that symbol you found?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We'll around the second week of your disappearance, Vera and Sara made up sort of. Anyway, that's not important at the moment; what is. Is who we were able to track down the person behind that symbol," Jill said, noting how he was listening intently to her, so she continued. "It leads back to a criminal organization; we've been picking off certain branches of the man's operation. As you've told me, don't focus on the body or head; they would have anticipated that move, but to strike at the limbs, no minor how we think it might be. We don't have to attack the body or the head for the snake to die; a cut along an artery would result in the same conclusion. But I think it's time for us to take down the keystone of this organization."

"And have you thought about the chaos this move would produce?" Aron asked, playing Devil's advocate.

"If there is any, it would be minor for the common people, as Sara has said they would most likely be too busy with their infighting to realize how vulnerable they are. That is, if they don't simply make their own organizations. Still it will be easier to pick off the smaller ones than a global one," Jill stated, sharing Sara's insight with him.

"Alright, let me go suit up, you two go get some sleep I'll wake you up when I get back," Aron said, getting his goodbye kiss in from each of them.

"You better; I will always want you in me when you come home," Tazia whispered salaciously as their lips parted.

"Me and Issy are going to sit this one out," Lyla said, everyone's eyes peered intently at her.

"Honey, is there some reason why you're deciding to stay behind?" Vera asked, hoping that there was nothing serious wrong with her eldest daughter.

"I don't think morphing would be good for the baby," Lyla said shyly as her hands covered her stomach. Seeing the eyes of her family growing wide and how Aron looked at her oddly. "I was going to wait to inform you after the doctor ran her tests. But Aron, you're going to be a daddy again," she uttered sweetly as she turned to face him.

"And you're sure it's mine?"

"Mmmhmm," Lyla hummed as she nodded. "You're the only one I let cum inside of me," she stated, noting how Aron looked at the male members of their family. Their father answered for the rest of them as Noah nodded in agreement. "Now, you be safe when you're out there," Lyla said, stepping up to Aron and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. "And do come back quickly."

"Don't worry, Aron, we'll keep an eye on the two of them," Tazia said protectively as her arm rested on Lyla's shoulders before gently squeezing Lyla into her side.

"Carl, Neil, you two shore up their team since they'll be down two members for a while," Aron directed, getting nods from his Uncles.

"What about you, Aron? You can't just dismantle your team," Vera said, hoping that by working alongside her siblings, Aron would come to realize that he was indeed a hero. While she wouldn't push that on to him any longer, that didn't mean she couldn't hope for that.

"I said nothing about dismantling my team; those two are pregnant as well," pointing his thumb at Tazia and Aminah from over his right shoulder, who were blushing like mad behind him, "so my team will be out of commission for a year or more," Aron said, looking over at Chery who had ambled over to Aminah's side.

"Sorry, Aron, yet it seems Neil's or Carl's swimmers took hold, so I'll be staying behind as well," Chery said. Tazia's and Aminah's squeals of joy filled the room as they embraced their sister in her good news. They all knew Chery did want children, yet their hero work always got in the way.

"Well then, Jill you riding with them or me?" Aron asked, looking over at his daughter from another time.

"With you, of course, like I wouldn't," Jill retorted with a look that said: 'Are you stupid?'

"Then we had best get moving. We don't want to be too late coming back," Vera said, taking charge. "And Aron, no killing, okay?"

"Said I wouldn't, unless I don't have a choice in the matter," Aron countered as Jill walked beside him as they followed after his mother.

"No, no killing, you promised," Vera said fervently.

"Would you like for me to fight with my hands behind my back?" Aron asked, as he pressed the sublevel two button once those that were going filed into the cab of the elevator.

"No, just pull your punches and set those things to stun like you promised months ago you would do," Vera said, giving her son not an inch of wiggle room. She bit her lower lip as she eyed her youngest son from the corner of her right eye. Noting how defined his chest was, she couldn't remember how he got those hard muscles. She wondered just how strong he was. She knew, since it worked on her, Chery, and Tazia, that the more muscle someone had with superstrength, their ability to lift increased with how fit they were. "Aron, I'm curious, now that you got all that muscle," feeling her womanhood throb as her eyes ran down his chest when he turned his attention to her, "just how strong you really are?"

"Oh, somewhere over three hundred and twenty tons," Aron said, his voice muffled by his shirt as it slid down his chest. Not seeing the gaping mouths of his family members until his head breached the collar of his shirt. "What? I am super strong, you know?"

"But... but... but how can you know that? The press doesn't even go that high!" Vera stammered, knowing if it came to blows between her and her son, she was vastly outmatched.

"You know how much psi is needed to create a diamond?" Aron inquired, noting their shaking heads as he continued to suit up. "It takes about three hundred and twenty-four tons of pressure to create a diamond; that's how I know."

"Wait, wait, wait, Aron, son, are you telling us that you can create diamonds just by your own strength?" Noah asked, flabbergasted when all his son had on his face was that knowing smirk of his.

"Yeah, how did you think this family survived when Carol or my past self didn't work back then? You think I wouldn't support my kids?" Aron countered, watching Jill's face become bright red. "So I created about twenty pounds of uncut diamonds and took them to the past. What my past self did with them, I haven't a clue," he stated as he checked on his weapons, deactivating the more lethal ones and setting his pistols to stun.

"Papa, did you really do that for us?" Jill asked, trying not to tear up at that warm smile on his face before his mask hid it.

"Of course, you are my daughter, no matter if you're older than I am. Well, do hurry up if you want to ride with me," Aron mused as he walked out of the changing room. He sat straighter on his bike when Jill walked out in a costume he'd only seen in pictures.

"What?!" Jill stammered, blushing like mad with the way Aron was looking at her.

"And you're supposed to be?"

"Who I've always been, Dad, I'm Black Dahlia, just with some improvements," "Jill stated, showing off her body to him. "Why? Was I something else from where you come from?"

"Yeah, you went by the name Moonlight," Aron said, slyly noting the extra padding on her metacarpophalangeal joints. Telling him she used her fist just as much as she did with her tonfas.

"Why was that?" Jill asked softly into his ear as she slid onto the back of the bike. Her eyes ran down the screen of the Hud as she made sure her adsorption levels were steady for the task ahead.

"The Collector was still active and I didn't want the man to learn that we're still alive. So in order to protect everyone, we took on different roles, plus, I was informed that my daughter might need it," Aron said from over the wind as he eased up alongside his mother, who was flying their jet car towards the man's primary residence.

"I still do," Jill whispered heatedly into his ear. Pressing herself tighter against his back while her hands roamed along his chest, her fingertips traced down the valleys of his muscles. "You remember those nights we used to head out just the two of us," her breath was hot in his ear as her hand turned southward, "all those dark alleys and rooftops we would crisscross," her need was clear, the fire between her legs radiated along Aron's lower back as her hand covered his manhood.

It took Aron a second or two to comb through his new memories to figure out what Jill was talking about. "Yeah, why?" Aron answered, doing his damnest to keep from getting hard. That was not something he wanted to go into a fight with. He would never live it down if he did.

"Good, means when I ask for a night like that again, you can't lie to me," Jill teased, patting Aron's manhood, and went back to enjoying the ride. Grinning like mad at her nephews, who were chuckling up at Aron's predicament.

"You clear out a landing area, and I'll follow you down," Jill said as they hovered over the west gatehouse of the man's estate while Vera and Noah dealt with the eastern one, Troy and Neil were handling the northern one, while Carl took out the southern one and helped out the rest where it was needed.

"Sure, send your father to do the heavy lifting," Aron teased as he stood at the tail end of the bike. The moment he stepped off the runner, gravity took hold of his body.

"That is what you're good for, Papa," Jill's voice played over the speakers in his mask.

Ram Jam's 'Black Betty' played over the sound of the shrilling wind in his ears as he fell to the earth below. The second before the lyrics began to play, his fist struck the ground with such force it sent a three-foot wave along the ground, sending the men closest to him flying while the shockwave damaged the walls of the checkpoint, causing the walls closest to his impact to crumble inward pinning serval of the man's guards beneath the pile of rubble. Aron felt something pressing on his back, then his shoulder, only to find Jill's backside filling his view as she put her years as his sidekick to use. He provided cover for her as she made quick work of the men she was in a fight with.

Once the checkpoint was cleared they raced out into the compound proper. Firing off shot after shot to provide covering fire for Jill as she used him as a shield from the very large caliber-sized bullets that were being fired at them. Spinning his left pistol on his index finger before sitting it into its holster before he fired off his pin missiles. Not to kill them, even though, in his mind, they deserved to die, just to make them seek cover. So far, he has held to his promise, though it did irk him that these villains would live another day. However, something he would never expect was happening right before his eyes. He watched as the man's guards just scrambled over the walls towards the woods hoping to fade into the forest to escape capture.

"Stand down; I will peacefully surrender. There's no need for your normal methods, Void," came a strange male voice. "All that I ask you do not harm my family."

"Deal," Vera answered loudly.

"Shouldn't I have answered since he addressed me?" Aron asked over their coms.

"Nope, I'm the leader of this team," Vera countered, keeping her smile from showing when she noted the slight movements of the men Aron had taken out. Telling her he had heeded his promise to her; how that tickled her heart to know Aron did take her words seriously. "Call your contact, see if they are willing to come and escort this man to prison," she directed.

There as the man exited in his crisp white suit, his purple shirt, and shiny bald head, his cane thumbing on the pavers of his patio as he turned himself over to Vera and Noah. While Aron just leaned against the waist-high wall that separated the patio from the rest of the yard. Nodding along as the FBI agent Sara contacted was speaking through his com channel. While he listened to the man's excited chatter, he assumed that the FBI had enough goods on the man to keep him behind bars. Unaware of the fact that this was all a ploy to bring about Aron's downfall.

"Five metahuman signatures detected, approaching quickly; contact in thirty seconds," Veil warned. Quickly pushing himself off the wall as Veil checked to see if the signatures matched anyone they knew. Scowling as the thumbnails of the former founders of The Sovereign Crusaders appeared on his screen. Wondering why their jailbreak wasn't on the news.

"Void!" Vera shouted as Aron slammed the man hard onto the ground, startling everyone.

"What did you do? Speak, or you won't live long enough to enjoy prison," Aron said in deathly undertones as he pressed the barrel of his laser pistol against the man's forehead.

"Did you honestly think I would willingly go to prison? You're a fool if you think I would," the man chuckled evilly, only for his humor to die in his mirth to die in his throat as Aron switched the pistol off the stunning setting. Although at that point-blank range, even the stun setting would kill the man.

"You're Hail Mary isn't going to save you; you'll be in prison, and your pawns will be dead," Aron said, backhanding the man, knocking him out cold while spraying the man's blood and teeth along the pavers of his patio.

"What the hell has gotten into you?!" Vera hissed, yanking her son off the man. "We do not kill."

"You don't, but I do, and I'm about to go finish something you can't do," Aron said, yanking his arm out of his mother's grip before leaping into the air. Catching hold of one of the bike's handles before zooming off to put Cestron down once and for all.

"Void!" Vear screamed out his name as she was unable to stop her son. Her eyes widened when Veil informed her of what her son was so upset about as she watched his bike growing smaller and smaller.

"We just heard the prison where they were incarcerated at has been heavily damaged. Many of the guards there were killed on sight, and others were murdered by Cestron. What are you planning on doing?" Sara asked once Aron updated her on the situation.

"Kill them, what else?" Aron answered.

"Understood, I will inform General Hastings of this matter. You have the go ahead in doing what we trained you to do."

"Good, I won't be holding back this time," Aron said, eager for another go at Maximins; he wondered what happened to the other three. Did they flee elsewhere, or did they die in prison, given it was only Maximins, Atlanta, Dark Sin, and two others he never cared to remember their names. Standing up on his bike as Veil took over the controls, going through the list of his weapons, and selected his laser bazooka. Hearing the compartment it was stored in disengaging, his left hand reached down, grabbed its handle, and brought it up, ready to fire as his targeting system locked onto the flying car that was heading towards them with Maximins and Atlanta flying overhead. Watching the power drain from the battery on his Hud as the weapon cycled up to charge the accelerator before releasing his blast at the car. Aron grinned wickedly as his beam cut the car in half along with Dark Sin, sending the other two to their fiery deaths. Hearing the sickening crunch of the remainder of the car as it crashed into the ground below them. "You should have stayed in prison; you would have lived longer."

"You don't scare us..." Atlanta's voice died away as she looked cross-eyed at the hole in her forehead before her lifeless body joined the others.

"So, do you really think it was wise to face me again?" Aron taunted, having taken out his team in a matter of seconds. "Did you think you would leave here in cuffs again? I'm under no orders to take any of you in alive like I was when I first kicked your ass, and now I'm stronger than you can even imagine. One has to wonder what was going through your mind to think you could take me." Aron just simply smirked when Maximins anger got the better of him and flew right at him. Maximins might be as strong or stronger than his mother, yet Aron wasn't holding back his strength any longer. He had to assume that Maximins thought with his velocity, he would knock him off his bike; however, as Newton's first law states, he was the external force as Maximins barreled into him. "Did you really think that was going to work?" he asked, looking down at the man when he had rammed him with his shoulder.

Aron didn't give Maximins time to speak before he brought up his knee into the man's gut, loosening his hold on him, manhandling Maximins as he lifted the man into the air above his head and brought Maximins down onto his leg, breaking the man's back with ease. Slapping the man across the face when, Maximins started to blackout from the pain and shock as his legs dangled listlessly in the air as Aron held Maximins up by his throat. "Now fly," Aron said coldly as he released his grip on the man when they were a thousand feet up. It did amuse him as he watched how Maximins tried and failed to activate his mutation to save himself. He wasn't taking the chance he would survive the fall, so at the five-hundred-foot mark from the ground. He released full power blasts from his pistols. When Maximins body hit the ground, what was left of his blood splattered out around him; the twelve holes that riddled his body expedited the pooling.

By the time Aron had returned to the man's compound, the FBI was leading a very dazed man towards the prisoner transport as he came in for a landing. Seeing his family members talking to individual agents about what happened and why they were there in the first place. Aron made sure the man saw him as he walked towards the transport.

"I told you they wouldn't save you. Enjoy prison," Aron gloated as the agent held the final door open.

"You haven't won, I will get out faster than you can fart. When I do, I will find out who you are, and I will find a way to kill you and everyone you love," the man threatened.

"Then are you saying I should do a preemptive strike of my own? If you think I wouldn't do it to save my own, then you're just fooling yourself. If I have to become a villain to stop you, so be it," Aron stated sternly. "Think about that while you rot in your cell; you might even see some of the villains I left alive and ask them if they want to tangle with me again," he said as he walked off. He had a suspicion that his mother had been listening in on his exchange. Aron stood off to the side as the agents finished with their questioning. It wasn't until Jill gently nudged him that he realized that he was far too into his bejeweled game to realize that they were done with their questioning.

"You ready to go?" Jill asked, hearing the transport van pulling away.

"Yeah," Aron said, ignoring how his mother looked like she wanted to ask him something as Veil maneuvered their jet car down into the middle of the man's lawn, yet was wise enough to ask the question that was in her eyes. He knew she would be wondering if they were dead or not.

"Good, take me home, it's family night, remember?" Jill cooed softly as she stepped up to Aron.

"Like you all would let me forget," Aron retorted as the bike went through the start-up sequence.

"Papa?" Jill's voice was soft and loving in Aron's ear as she leaned against his back. She knew it was wrong, yet the others had to learn to accept that Aron did what he did to keep them safe, even if it meant taking a life.

"Hmm?" Aron hummed as the power drive reached optimal operating range as the bike began to lift off the ground.

"Did you mean what you said to that man?" Jill asked.

"If you know me as you say you do, then you would know the answer to that question without asking me," Aron said from over his shoulder as he pointed the bike towards home.

"I need to hear you say it," Jill enticed, hoping the others figured out why she was doing this.

"Why? If you already know, then why must I say it?"

"Please?" Jill uttered, pressing her breasts into him.

"Yes, I meant it," Aron sighed, knowing she had some goal in getting him to say it for what purpose he hadn't a clue.

"Why?"

"What kind of father doesn't protect his family?" Aron answered with his own question. "Whatever the cost," he added.

"Yeah, I knew you say that," Jill stated with a smile on her lips. "And I know you will be as protective of our babies as you are with your other children."

Aron was working in his lab a few days after the raid. He was working on nothing in particular as he fiddled around in the room. With nothing world-ending happening, his vast mind was very bored. Speaking with Veil as, she tried to relieve his mind by asking him riddles. The sound of the jet cars speeding off told him his family had gone back to doing their normal thing since they weren't tracking down a criminal kingpin. Ever since he's been back, Aron has tried to cope with the new memories in his head, nonetheless, he was having a hard time sousing out the ones from before he altered the timeline. He now realized how bad it must have been for his counterpart with memories of a time that no longer existed.

Unless he was totally wrong on how time actually worked, for all he knew, those timelines were still there just he could no longer access those timelines. That was a problem he wasn't even going to attempt to solve, given the headache he felt already forming just thinking about it. He was about to put the finishing touches on the tinker toy he was making for Henry so he wouldn't be able to accidentally crush it if Henry forgot to watch his strength, or that was his hope. It wasn't anything big, yet the toy train would mean the world to his son even if it wasn't his greatest, most world-changing invention. It would be to his son, and that's all that mattered to him. His head snapped up when Veil's sensors indicated something was trying to breach the base's perimeter. Aron scrambled off the stool he was sitting on when Zeb just appeared in his lab.

"Veil, turn off the alarm and lock the lab," Aron instructed when Zeb mentality told him they needed to talk. "Okay, Zeb, you normally don't come down here unless you need Twinkies, so it has to be important enough for you to appear in my lab. What's wrong?" Aron just looked at Zeb oddly when she stood on her floating platform as it neared him. He had no clue what the device was that she held in her hand as she ran it up and down his chest. They stared at one another as her silver eyes reflected his image back at him. "Zeb, you going to tell me or..." Aron's hand jutted out, catching himself on the lip of the island's counter as Zeb bombarded his mind with images from a time that no longer existed in his world. Of the time, she showed him flying across the land of Hashihama to kill Red Scare once and for all. What he wasn't expecting was the images of his counterpart they had taken of him as well since the Trinarti race wasn't bound by time like humans were. "Can you, like slow down some so my brain doesn't explode?" Aron winced in pain at the pressure in his head. "Thanks," he sighed, rubbing his temple. "Okay, what's this about?"

"You traveled through time; humans do not have the means to do so," the computerized voice synthesizer, built-in to her suit spoke, "tell us how you have done so?" Zeb demanded, speaking on behalf of her people. When Aron told her how he had fought a phase-shifting villain whose machine broke the barrier of his reality. Zeb grew very curious when Aron mentioned that, equally curious as to how he had dispatched the villain.

"Zeb, tell me truthfully, am I like in trouble?" Aron asked worryingly, knowing he wouldn't be able to do a damn thing against fifth-dimensional beings.

"No, we do not govern time; we are just curious about this leap in development in your species and why you carry a trace of our home inside of you?"

"Huh?!" Aron uttered, confused, looking dumbfounded at the device in her hand she showed him. He had no idea how to understand the readout on the screen.

"It's engrained into your very being now; if we had known the moment it had happened, we could disentangle it from your being; now it is a part of you."

"And that means?"

"We do not know. Our realm cannot exist in yours openly. This predicament has even our scientists perplexed. However, that means you are a part of us as well, decreed by our leaders. We will contact you when we have need of your skills. We must discuss what you have told us," Zeb spoke, ending the dialogue her superiors told her as she and Aron conversed. "Now, you and I must speak more about this being you fought, but first, got any Twinkies?"
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The End.
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