14 Chapter 14 - A muscular May
Queens, NYC, USA.
Ben's P.O.V.
A few moments of silent surprise later, a simple "How?" came out of her mouth, expressing her intense perplexity at her current body's state. "Our soul bond. When I told you we'll stay together forever, it wasn't an exaggeration." Studying her new muscular form, May asked, with some hesitation lacing her voice. "You mean...?" Nodding at her unspoken question, he replied. "Exactly. You'll also become a superhuman. Not right away, as we'll have to... 'indulge'... a few more times before that. But yeah. You'll become super-May, the sexy heroine."
That joke elicited a small punch on his torso from the woman, her embarrassed words resounding in his ears. "If you call me that again, we won't do any 'indulging' for a while, I'm warning you!" Chuckling at her adorable reaction, he lifted his hand in mock surrender, retorting. "Alright, I won't use that superhero name... for now..." His last words were muttered under his breath.
May's P.O.V.
Rolling her eyes at his clearly fake promise, May turned back to look at her naked body reflected in the mirror. Flexing a bit of her now muscular arms, she could easily see the lines delimiting her biceps. With her gaze roaming over her athletic form, going from her slightly wider shoulders to her toned calves, she felt slightly distracted as she had a hard time believing that the woman sporting a light six-pack who was staring back at her in the mirror was herself.
She had to touch her stomach for a few seconds, with her fingers tracing the ridges of her abdominal muscles from one end to the other, for her to finally realize her current state. "I don't know what to say..." "No thank you needed between us." "I wasn't about to." She replied in a joking manner, making her tall and handsome husband speechless.
"I'm just messing with you. Thank you! I love you so much!" She added while hugging his powerful form tightly for a few minutes, the two choosing to let the comfortable silence remain for a while more, while the both of them were lost in their own thoughts.
'Once I'm strong enough, I'll definitely be able to protect you, you big oaf! No more running away and leaving you alone when it becomes dangerous! I'll prove to you that I'm no powerless damsel in distress!' She swore to herself as she felt both relieved and ecstatic at the new possibilities opening with her potential future strength.
Her daydreams were however broken when Ben released her, prompting her to look into his deep silver pupils, noticing in the corner of her eyes the discreet smile adorning his lips, his well-trimmed beard not being able to hide his now smooth and incredibly good-looking face.
'It still feels weird how he could look so young and mature at the same time...' Feeling a bit self-conscious about her more aged looks due to her husband's new rejuvenated body, she nonetheless was not too worried as the new bond linking the two 'betrayed' the deep feelings he harbored for her as long as she concentrated on the former. 'I'd definitely be concerned otherwise, with all his recent changes...'
Losing herself once more in her thoughts, a chuckle coming from the man in front of her brought her back, the action highlighting his Greek God physique, as his muscles tensed slightly. 'Well, a Greek God except for that part.' She glanced down for a fleeting moment before craning her neck to look at his face.
Crossing her arms at his amusement. "Why're you laughing?" Unlike what he seemed to think, she was aware of her 'physical advantages' and how to use them. She was unsure if it was her new athletic form, but she noticed how his gaze kept roaming around her naked body since she woke up a few minutes ago. 'At least, that even the playing field a little. His damn new... everything... is so distracting... Focus, May. Stop thinking about his huge dick plunging into you and sending you into bliss... Fuck! That's not helping at all!' She thought, distracted.
Ben's P.O.V.
Looking at the improved (in his opinion) body of his beloved woman, his eyes could not help but stray from her own, examining the changes thoroughly from her beautiful visage to her cute little feet, and everything in between.
It may be because of his heightened senses, coupled with his Perception, but he had some difficulty not thinking about her enticing curves, and she was not helping him by emphasizing her shapely breasts with her crossed arms. Chuckling, he thought. 'I may have a superhuman physique, but I'm definitely still a 'normal' man. It's comforting in a way.'
Fortunately, the feedback from their shared bond was reassuring as he could feel her mind being similarly distracted. The latter's object was obvious as soon as he caught her peeking at his lower member. "Why're you laughing?" She said with a 'threatening' attitude, her red cheeks not helping her convey confidence and authority.
Shaking his head to dismiss her question, Ben declared. "Let's take a quick shower. We have a bunch of things to do today." Taking her hand to bring her into the Italian shower, the two then proceeded to wash each other, distracting each other with sensual caresses, turning the quick wash-up into a forty-minute-long pleasuring session with only a small part of true cleaning at the end.
Feeling refreshed, although slightly frustrated, the muscular man exited the shower with the raven-haired beauty at his side, the former declaring out loud in a joking tone. "Note to self: Never take a shower together with my hot wife if I need to get ready quickly. I'm unfortunately not strong enough to ignore her."
Giggling at his 'flirting joke', May replied in a cheeky tone. "What can I say, I'm just that irresistible." Agreeing wholeheartedly with her statement, he said with a small smile on his face. "That you are, Love." Bantering with each other, the two proceeded to go back to their room after drying themselves and wrapping some towels around their body.
As the house's other inhabitant was still asleep, the two reached their bedroom with no awkward interruption, closing the door behind them. Taking off the towels, they wore clean clothes before May asked with some hesitation. "Should we change the sheets?" Turning his gaze toward the bed, Ben noticed the stains on it. Smiling wryly, he said. "I know you feel lazy, but the smell is killing me, so let's just change them, alright?"
While they were switching the bedding, the petite woman asked, her voice full of curiosity. "Honey, I'm curious. Since your five senses' sensitivity increased, how does it feel?" A wry smile found its way back onto his face, preceding his reply. "It's great and terrible at the same time. Take our bedroom for example. I can smell so many odors in the air, and everything is stronger... That's why I said the smell of sex was killing my nose..."
Hesitating for a second, he continued. "And that's just my sense of smell... My sight, hearing, touch, and taste keep sending me so much feedback from the environment around that my brain can't process all of it." An expression of worry found its way on her face as she asked. "Is it dangerous? It doesn't seem like a good thing." Rubbing his chin while pondering on her question, he replied after a few seconds.
"Actually, it's not that bad... Don't get me wrong! If my brain's capacity and processing power did not improve with my senses, then I would either go into a coma or simply die. But it did, so I'm basically fine. I just need to 'mentally' get used to it and it'll be alright."
With obvious hesitation, but with less worry marring her attractive face, she asked. "From what you said, it feels like when something smells bad and after a while, you can't smell anything anymore. It is the same thing?" When he heard her words, his lips slightly twisted into a smile. "Exactly. My brain is adjusting to what kind of information I truly need and what I don't. I also need to be able to interpret everything I pick up. That's probably the hardest part. But I'm getting better at it as the days go by..."
Finishing his words with a faraway look on his face, he thought about the first day he woke up and the strange smells floating all over his hospital rooms. It turned out that it was the body odor of every person who had visited him during his short-time coma. However, unlike what was depicted in the novels where the protagonist had superhuman senses, the strongest odors emanating from the people were the smell of sweat, p... 'You know what? Let's not think about that. At least it got much better now.' He thought, while a small shiver of disgust briefly coursed through his body.
Shaking his head to remove those awful memories, Ben noticed the non-spoken inquiry in his wife's eyes. "Sorry. I was thinking about a bad memory." Noticing her mouth opening, he cut her off as he added. "It's nothing important, don't worry. I'd have told you otherwise." As the words left his mouth, an amusing thought popped up. "Actually, you'll know about it yourself in the near future, so you shouldn't be too impatient."
Those cryptic words did not seem to convince the petite woman and the laughter that followed probably did not help. However, she seemingly gave up on asking anymore, despite her apparent curiosity. Falling into a tranquil silence, the two finished cleaning the room, with Ben opening the window to let some air in, as the stagnant air was unbearable for his heightened sense of smell. 'Although I don't mind it when we make love, it just feels somewhat wrong afterward and I'm still not sure why...' He thought in passing.
Once everything was ready, they left to eat some breakfast downstairs, since they were both starving after their nightly exercise. Letting May climb down the stairs first, Ben had a VIP view of her bouncy butt, filling his head with lustful thoughts toward the woman he was deeply bonded with. Fortunately, he had no trouble controlling his urges. Nonetheless, he could not help but worry about his increasing libido. 'Is it because of my improved body, or is it something else? If it's the former, then it might become a problem. After all, I'll keep getting stronger, making it harder and harder to control myself...'
Feeling an imaginary headache coming out, Benjamin Parker just decided to let nature take its course. 'I can't do anything about it for now, and it's not like it's that bad a thing. I just need to keep watch on the time and place and everything'll turn out fine... Hopefully...'
As the two reached the open kitchen, May asked him what he wanted for breakfast. "I'll get a few scrambled eggs. Do we still have pancakes and salted butter?" She nodded and declared. "I'll cook the eggs while you set the table. Could you get me some fruit, please?" Kissing her right cheek, he replied with a fake solemn tone. "Yes, Ma'am. Do you want your fruit blended?" A big loving smile adorning her face, she answered cheekily. "Of course, soldier. That's the way they should be eaten in the morning, after all!"
Turning toward the stove, she started cooking while he took some random fruits he found in the fruit bowl, prepared them slightly, and made juice out of them. Setting two glasses, plates, and the needed utensils on the counter separating the main room from the kitchen, not forgetting to also get the pancakes and butter from the fridge before sitting on a wooden stool, which was turned in the stove's direction. Entranced by the harmonious feeling coming from her movements, he only awoke from his daze once she turned around with the steaming hot pan.
The last item being ready, the two started to dig in, stealing glances at each other from time to time. No words were exchanged, however, as they could sense each other's feelings easily through their mutual connection, which erased the need for any lengthy declaration of love.
After almost half an hour of a peaceful breakfast, the raven-haired woman put her arms on the counter while using her left hand to lazily hold her head. Gazing at him, with some curiosity lacing her voice, she asked. "So, what's the plan? Since you agreed to join those SHIELD guys, how are you supposed to contact them to tell them your answer?"
As Ben was about to answer, his words were cut off by the sound of his phone vibrating on the countertop, the device located a few dozen inches (centimeters) away from the two of them. Wondering who it might be, Ben grabbed the smartphone and looked at the caller's number, only to be disappointed. "It says 'Private Number'."
Cocking her eyebrows, May asked. "Do you think it could be them?" Rubbing his chin in thought, he replied. "Only one way to find out..." As soon as the words left his mouth, his thumb pressed on the green icon before putting the phone to his ear. "Good morning, Big guy! Did you sleep well?"
"I did. Thanks for asking. Are you calling about the offer?" He inquired. "Exactly. Is it a yes or a no then?" Taking a deep breath to steel his resolve, he answered. "Yes. I'll take both of the offers. I do have some conditions first though, but we can discuss them in person."
"Sounds good, Old man. I've got a few things to settle in the morning, but I can be at your house with Clint by 2 p.m." "Sure. See you then, Nat." "I can't wait. By the way, say hello to your wife for me." Smiling wryly at her playful words, fully aware of her intent on messing with him, he nonetheless decided to ignore them and hung up. Instead, he simply looked at his wife, Maybelle Parker, for a few seconds with a smile on his lips, before declaring. "I guess it's a new beginning for all of us..."
