29 Chapter 29- Time off with older women

POV- Nathan Cross

The world is different now. Tony had bought the same, larger compound to conceal identities better and accommodate the growing numbers in the teams, though it would take a few weeks to prepare. Still, the situation was far different.

The Black Panther film would be redundant, as Klaue and Killmonger are dead, and Spiderman is not only part of a team, but better trained and more mature. Kate was already training with us, as was a mutant with decent AOE powers. Shuri, I wasn't too sure on, but I left her for Peter as I honestly couldn't understand half of what she was saying most of the time. Not because of her accent, her English was phenomenal, but I just wasn't tech-literate enough to comprehend some of their discussions.

It had been a few months since Pete arrested the Vulture, and as I suspected, she moved out of town with her mother, craving a sense of normalcy without the judging stares at school and on the streets. Pete was devastated but after a week or so spent with May, Ned and video chatting with Shuri, he seemed back to normal. 'Not that Pete is 'normal.'

While Pete had been socialising, my efforts had been placed almost solely on training, and my time spent with Ophelia grew as she trained me in both armed and unarmed close-quarter combat.

"What have I said about over-extending when you attack?" Her green hair flicking in the air, Ophelia's toned leg whips into my ankle, pulling me off balance as she moves to push her advantage. The training we do requires each of us to limit our strength and speed, but as she was improving my technique and experience, I had no room to complain. Especially with her post-training rub-downs that always turned sexual.

Blocking the kidney punch, I turned the block into an elbow, slamming it into her chest to gain some distance. Shoving a foot into her stomach I watch her crumple to the ground only to dive between my legs, pushing on the knee joints and bringing me to the floor, where she had far more experience. Performing what looked like a gymnastics manoeuvre, she wraps her legs around my neck with my left arm in an arm bar. Tapping to show her I conceded, I stood from the floor, her legs still tight around my neck like a sexy python, walking back towards the shower to wipe off some of the sweat she'd rubbed on me during the past few hours.

"You've definitely gotten better, she acknowledged. While you lack training in groundwork and your jujitsu could use some work, you're no longer an amateur like before." It was weird to think my years of training in my past life were only enough to be an 'amateur,' but I understood that the people in this world were fucking mental. A random nobody on the street can have psionic abilities or have the skill to cut mountains with a butter knife. "I guess I'm a pretty good teacher."

Scoffing at the audacity of the highly-trained super-soldier sitting on my shoulders, I roll my eyes. "Considering you've been an agent and assassin longer than I've been alive, I should fucking hope so."

Her hands grip into my hair and her legs begin to squeeze tighter still, "Are you calling me old?"

"I'm calling you a cougar of the highest quality," I reply with a smile, unfazed by the strength in her smooth legs. "An incredibly sexy pervert with a thing for a barely legal teenager."

A soft groan slipped from her lips as my hands pushed on her ass, grinding her box against my face. "Who says I have a thing for you?" I don't even need to reply as with a careful use of superstrength and my teeth, I rip a hole in her tights, the glistening wetness was enough evidence for me.

'From experienced trainer to masochistic and submissive slut in under a minute.' Bucky and Clint had made jokes about me dating the villainous cougar, but there wasn't anything particularly romantic in anything we did. 'Sure sometimes we would change up our sex life by having a slower, more sensual night together, but the feelings she had for me were closer to a drug addict desperate for her fix rather than loving.' She did what I asked and was happy to help me, but that was the limit of her emotions. She was loyal, but not in love.

Thinking on it, I hadn't actually ever been in love either. I'd dated, sure. But it wasn't because I was necessarily in love with them. I would date someone I enjoyed spending time with and hoped it would develop, but it never did on my end. And in this life, the previous Nathan, which was still me but before the memories, I was a playboy. Not interested in emotional long-term relationships I had believed were doomed to fail. Especially after my parents died.

'I wonder if I should see a therapist?'

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Luckily the school year was finished and I didn't have to deal with homework, as I was one of those people to finish it within the first few days of break, thus leaving me with a ridiculous amount of free time.

Surprisingly, I'd begun to spend more time back home with May as well, finding her company a welcome distraction and her warm, supportive personality comforting in ways I had missed. You'd think having lived for longer I would be uncaring for parental love, but the unconditional love is something I never had in my past life. Always expected to perform well in sports and keep up high grades. I spent so much time doing sports that I had almost no time to socialise outside of school, and grew distant with those around me. But now, as I sit at the breakfast table in my family home, I'm glad for it. Even the little things.

"What're you doing up?" I hear May ask as she comes down into the kitchen. "I thought you'd be at the tower by now?" With her brown hair tied up and dressed in nothing more than some very short pyjama shorts, singlet and a silky dressing gown that clung to her curves, I was thankful for the control I'd gained over my damned pheromone ability. 'True, I can never turn it off, and continually radiate an 'I'm sexy come fuck me' vibe, but it's better than me losing control.'

"I considered it, but I figured I'd take a rest day, you know? Stay here and play some video games, maybe watch tv." As I said this, May progressed in making her own breakfast, reaching up into a cupboard too tall for her, stretching the robe over her perky yet plump ass, drawing my eyes. 'It seems that no matter the sex I have, the natural instinct to check out a hot chick is always a priority.' "Why? Am I interrupting something?"

Turning in a hurry, she denied vehemently, "No, honey. Not at all. I was just curious since you don't normally stay here often." I'd gotten into the habit of spending one to two nights a week, but these past few days I was here for at least a few hours almost every day, whether to see May, or to relax as 'Nathan Cross,' rather than Leviathan, or Master, in the case of Ophelia. "If you want we can watch tv together today, then watch some movies in the afternoon?" Not one to turn down a beautiful woman, especially such a yummy milf, I accepted the idea, heading down to the shops to grab snacks before we sat down on the plush lounge, sat together as we watched one of the dramas she'd been trying to get me to watch for months.

"So she's a doctor, owns a large house, one of the best in America, but she can't find a date?"

May looked at me, "She's a working woman. She'd powerful and wouldn't want to date anyone in a worse position than her, I suppose?"

My face deadpans to May, "Isn't that what men do all the time?" Her mouth opened to reply before she shut it, turning back to the tv as I chuckled. "She's hot though." Feeling a slap on my arm I looked scandalised at May, "The fuck was that for?"

"Don't say that kind of thing right beside me. It's not appropriate. And she's in her thirties…far too old for you."

I almost spit the drink I'd just taken as she describes the woman as 'too old,' thinking of Ophelia's age. "I said she was hot, not that I wanted to bend her over and stuff her like a Thanksgiving turkey, and besides, if a woman is hot, she's hot, regardless of age." Another slap came my way as her flushed face remained fixed on the screen. "One of my partners is older than you," I added and May, who'd taken a bite of a corn chip, sprayed the chip across the room in shock.

"WHAT?!"

I pull out my phone and show her a picture of the two of us that Clint had taken when I first brought her to the tower to register her as a non-threat. "This is Ophelia, my combat instructor. She was an agent back in world war two." Astounded by the age of the woman that looked no older than herself, May was gobsmacked as she zoomed in, looking at her adopted son's 'partner.'

"Then she's…enhanced?"

"Similar to Captain America. Which allows for some freaky shit," I add casually as she again blushes in her embarrassment. "And we have to rewind the last like five minutes because of you."

The two of us sat watching hours of absolute dumpster fire tv dramas, however as the sun began to set, May moved to movies. "You can pick the first one," she offered, ordering a pizza as she grabbed a bottle of wine.

"Sure thing. Do you want one of Stark's wine bottles? I've still got three in my room." May nodded like a child offered a bucket full of sweets, and after picking Underworld, one of the most underrated vampire films of all time, I head upstairs to bring down some drinks. It took a few trips to bring down the two dozen bottles I was prepared to drink, expecting to have to drink to get through whatever romantic comedy she wanted to put me through. 'At least Underworld has enough shirtless guys and sexy girls to keep May entertained…even if she hates action and horror films.

We were about 15 minutes or so into the film when May began to ask questions. I'd already seen it so I wasn't too worried but the questions my adopted mother asked were generally irrelevant or could be answered by just watching the film. "So how old is she?"

"Selene is 120 or so in this film, but in the sequels, they retconned it to be about 630 or so."

"So only about 25 years older than your trainer," she joked.

To be honest, I hadn't asked when she was born, but she would have to be around 100-120 years old. "Yup, and both have a thing for biting and leather," I responded, fending off any granny jokes from May.

"So she has to drink blood?"

"Well yeah, she's a vampire."

"Ophelia's a vampire?"

Again, dumbfounded by the thought process of the woman beside me I corrected her. "I was talking about Selene. Ophelia's not a vampire, she's just kinky."

May turned back to the movie and mumbled, but being right next to me, who has super hearing, her words were clear as a bell. "Well yeah, sex would get kind of repetitive after 80 years." I couldn't hide the snort as I heard her, and we shared a look and laughed together at her being caught. While watching, she continued to pepper me with questions about the film, whether vampires actually existed and whether or not immortal beings were living on Earth with us. Classic May questions, as Peter and I called them.

Moving on to another film, which, as I suspected, was a romantic comedy, the two of us drank. Her for enjoyment and me for a distraction. 'Basic love story. Boy and girl meet, girl falls in love, then another guy shows up, so she moves onto him within a week, prompting the old guy into jealousy so he wins her back. Not entirely sure why he'd want to though, I mean, she ran off with the other guy because he paid her a tiny bit of attention over like three days, rather than just communicate to the old guy that she likes him.' "Why do people do that?"

"Do what?"

"Avoid communication in their relationships to the point they would rather leave them than talk with one another. If she just asked him out, none of this would have happened."

"Well, yes, but girls prefer men to ask them out."

Taking another sip I reply, "And I prefer women to be upfront with what they want, rather than hoping desperately that the men around them are mind readers, then complaining when they're not."

May turned to me with a neutral expression, "You know I'm a woman, right?"