Chapter 6

"Good morning, Mr. Stark. The simulation has been completed. Success rate: 76%."

"You seriously put JARVIS up to it this early in the morning?" A sleepy female voice groaned as the red-haired woman blearily opened her eyes. The man behind her grunted and pulled her close, and the woman sighed when his hand grabbed her bare breast and squeezed softly.

"Force of habit," he muttered, softly nuzzling her neck before he grabbed her chin and turned her around. The blue eyes of Pepper Potts stared at him, half-open, and he smiled.

"Well, I hope you change this habit soon. I'd hate to wake up every morning listening to his technical jargon when there are some much better ways to start your day," Pepper sighed as he kissed her.

It had been three days since their first tryst after that party, and they had been at it like rabbits. It felt as if Tony was determined to make up for all the days they had lost dancing around one another when instead they could have easily come clean and started whatever this was a long time ago.

The first morning had been awkward, and they had been lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what to say, when Tony did what Tony always did. He threw caution to the wind and pulled her over him before planting his lips over hers. Shocked, Pepper had taken a few seconds to respond, and what followed was a repeat of their previous night. Since then, it had become an unspoken agreement between them.

They would work the entire day, with her managing the affairs of Stark Industries and dealing with Tony's quirks whenever she came over, and him pouring over his experiments before entertaining her to an event every night. It all ended the same every night, with her back arched as he took her in every way imaginable.

Pepper had thought that they would have a serious discussion about what had been going on between them. The first night they had spent together, they had said things in the throes of passion, however, she knew a proper talk was necessary.

So it was with great reluctance that she grabbed his hand which was slowly inching towards the sweet spot between her legs and looked him firmly in the eyes.

"We need to talk."

Tony sobered up quickly, and with a sigh, he pulled his arms away. Pepper immediately felt the loss of his touch as he scooted back and sat straight, leaning against the headrest and looking down at her.

She sat back, and couldn't help but chuckle when his eyes were immediately drawn to her bare tits. Unfortunately, she had to cover them with the duvet since he'd need to keep his wits about him.

"Right then, get on with it, Miss Potts," Tony sighed as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Pepper sighed.

"Tony… what are we doing?"

Tony looked down at his nakedness before looking at her naked figure hidden under the duvet and smirked at her.

"Looks pretty self-explanatory to me," he replied nonchalantly. Pepper sighed. She knew he'd be like this, and it both infuriated her and endeared him to her.

"Can you please be serious for once?" She asked in exasperation as she looked at him. "It's always the same with you. We've been having sex for the past four nights. We made out a month before that party. And we've never talked about what we are. You have never shown any interest in having a discussion. What am I to think about all of this? For all I know, you might be treating me as another notch on your bedpost," Pepper sighed and looked away.

A small silence followed before Tony broke it.

"Be my girlfriend then," he said, prompting Pepper to look at him with surprised eyes. Tony shrugged.

"I mean I know you won't agree to marry me so soon, so that's the best one I've got for you right now."

Pepper's eyes bugged out.

"What did you say?"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Miss Potts. You can't be so ignorant of how I feel for you. So yeah, you can be my girlfriend until you're ready to be my wife. I've kept my mother's ring in that showpiece you gifted me last year, so help yourself to it whenever you want. You have my permission."

Pepper stared at him with a slack jaw at what was possibly the weirdest proposal she'd ever seen. It took her a few seconds to comprehend everything.

"I… wait… are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Miss Potts, I might love you but even that doesn't give me the power to read minds, so you'll have to be a bit more precise. You know, like you were last night with your-"

"Okay, I get it!" She interrupted hastily, ignoring the smirk on his face and looking at him seriously.

"So you want me to be your girlfriend until I'm ready to be your wife. That's the gist of it all, is that so?"

Tony shrugged. "Well, I won't complain if you want to skip that step altogether. The ring is already here."

Pepper stared at him, and she couldn't help but sigh in exasperation. Trust this man to be so infuriatingly blunt and nonchalant about something so serious. There was no way she'd give him the satisfaction of backing out of a proper proposal.

"I think I'd hold on to the marriage bit for now," she sighed, before smiling at him. "And I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Tony sighed before smiling and leaning forward. Pepper met him halfway as their lips met in a languid kiss. His hand immediately pushed the duvet off her body, leaving her naked like their recent nights together.

"Well then," Tony whispered against her lips as his hand groped her left breast, coaxing a soft moan from her. "I guess as my girlfriend, you deserve something special this morning."

"Less talking," she muttered against his lips and furiously kissed him. Tony couldn't complain.

XXXXX

The clattering of heels echoed around the small office and Clark looked up with a smile.

"You sure took your sweet time coming back," his wife said as she greeted him with a loving kiss. Clark squeezed her softly before leading her over to the couch where they sat close. Diana didn't waste a moment and quickly cuddled up to him. He chuckled.

"And you seem to have missed me," he replied. She sighed.

"What happened there?"

Clark sobered up and looked straight ahead.

"Remember when I told you the Kryptonians were colonisers thousands of years ago? Well, it seems like someone from my family came to Earth to scout the planet. I found her ship."

Diana pulled back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Tell me everything from the beginning, Clark," Diana prompted, and Clark nodded.

"Well, you know already how I overheard those airforce officials talking about a ship they discovered frozen under the ice that seemed to be about twenty thousand years old when we stopped in Canada after extracting Steve and Peggy. When I reached there, it was almost buried back inside the glacier. I managed to get the door open. You won't believe how well-preserved the ship truly is, even after more than twenty thousand years since its arrival here on Earth.

"The moment I entered, there were these Service Robots wandering about inside the ship. I recognised them from the archives I had seen back on Krypton. They are drones that look like deformed creatures and their task was to aid Kryptonians with various tasks, mostly small labour. That was when I realised that the ship was actually Kryptonian. It seems these robots kept the ship in pristine condition. There was a small log that recorded the history of the ship. It looks like a distant relative of mine, one Kara Zor-El, was given command of this scout ship. Their route was far away from Earth, however, her crew was betrayed. Once she woke up from her stasis, she discovered the crew member's treachery and a battle ensued on the ship. That was when they discovered they had newfound powers due to the yellow sun radiation. The ship's course was diverted to the solar system where it crashed on Earth at a place which we now know is Northern Canada. It has remained there submerged under ice for thousands of years since then, and only now have we somehow stumbled on it."

Diana listened to the tale with fascination. "You said there was a fight. Did someone survive?"

Clark chuckled. "Kara did. However, she left the ship soon after. There are no records for what happened to her."

Diana nodded. "While this tale sure is fascinating, what did you find inside this ship?"

Clark grimaced slightly. "At first, I was attacked by the self-defence mechanism that had been incorporated inside the ship. I somehow managed to overcome it with the help of the House of El Command Key. The moment I did it, the ship powered up and it began to work. I saw the screens light up and all the information the ship had gathered over the years regarding Krypton was updated. The ship also activated a concealment feature. Now, no tracking device from Earth can pinpoint its location. I've checked. Even SHIELD's trackers do not work."

Diana frowned. "That is concerning. We cannot afford to have this feature get in the hands of the wrong person."

Clark nodded. "That was when I was told about Krypton's history of expansion and survey as well as what transpired on that ship after the command was given to Kara."

"Told? By who?" Diana asked inquisitively. Clark sighed.

"It was an AI hologram of my father."

Diana looked surprised. Clark chuckled.

"He told me how the plans of expansion had been made for Krypton to conquer distant planets that could support life for our people. This is why so many scout ships had been sent all over the galaxy to scour for potential planets. However, soon, the plans were abandoned until the mission was abandoned in favour of the Growth Codex. Basically a system of artificial population control in which the genetic models of fetuses were read and influenced with the help of technology so that the citizens of tomorrow would fulfil a predetermined role in the Kryptonian society."

Diana sighed at that. Clark had told her about it once, and she didn't find it any less abhorrent even now.

"For years, Krypton exhausted the natural resources until they depleted entirely. Any colonial outposts Krypton had established had long been abandoned. It was years later when General Dru-Zod led a coup against the Council of Krypton and failed. Nothing happened since then. Zod was imprisoned in the prison of Black Zero, Krypton met its end, and I found myself here on Earth living a new life."

"A truly predictable way for a planet to die out," Diana commented, which coaxed out a chuckle from Clark. She looked at him inquisitively.

"The hologram of my father said the same. Actually, he had quite a few words of wisdom for me, if you can believe it."

"Oh yeah?" Diana asked with a smile. "Like what?"

Clark sighed. "Becoming something like hope for the people of Earth so that the same fate doesn't come to pass on this planet. Humans are very similar to the Kryptonians, and yet so different. My father told me to ensure a better future for the people here."

"Isn't that what we've been working for?" She asked with a smile.

"We are," he replied, pecking her softly. Diana chuckled and pushed his chest back when he started to get a little too greedy.

"Not yet, believe me, I'm as hungry for you as you are, but this discussion needs to be over first."

Clark released a deep breath and nodded.

"There wasn't much else apart from the records of all the planets the expedition had covered during the age of exploration. I believe there would be quite a lot of data in those archives. We will need to incorporate all of it into the SHIELD database."

Diana nodded, easily understanding how such information might prove beneficial in the future. Nothing was certain.

"Was there anything else?"

"Two actually," Clark said before he stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. Diana sighed.

"Clark, I already told you we should finish this before…"

Diana trailed off when she saw it, and she stood up. Slowly, she touched the material and her eyes widened.

"This is…"

"Uru. The strongest material in the known universe. It was created for me when I was talking to my father. I have no idea why or how, but I'm not complaining."

Diana nodded. Only an idiot would complain about having a full-body suit made of the mythical Uru. She realized something and her eyes widened.

"This also means…"

Clark nodded with a smile. "My weakness to the mystic arts has been diminished considerably. This armor will protect me."

Diana could not explain how relieved she was on hearing that. Back when they had fought Ares, his mystical powers had injured Clark grievously. He might have managed to survive thanks to his restorative powers, but Diana knew there might come a day when he might not. This reassured her greatly.

She stared at the suit in wonder. It was not too different from his old suit. However, this one had streaks of red all over his shoulders and arms, almost as if veins of blood were protruding from his chest. Diana felt it added to the overall look.

"Does this function like your old suit as well?" She asked curiously. Clark demonstrated in response, and Diana saw the suit vanish and his bare skin replace it. Clark resummoned the suit. Diana watched it happen in slow motion. It felt as if small cubes slowly formed on his body and covered it entirely. She had to admit it was fascinating to watch.

Clark took his seat and pulled her down with him on his lap, resting her against his front. He made sure she was looking straight ahead as he continued.

"There is one more thing I found on that ship. It's what the Kryptonians called the Genesis chamber. Long story short, this chamber has the capability to revive the Kryptonian race."

"What!?" Diana asked in shock, turning around. Clark's arm around her waist tightened as he nodded.

"The chamber holds the fetuses of the future generations of Kryptonians. There were a few on Krypton, and it seems this ship had a miniature version of it as well. If we were to use it, we could revive the population of Krypton."

Diana stared at him for a long moment. "What is your opinion on this? Do you want to use it and revive the Kryptonians?"

Clark frowned before he sighed and rubbed his face.

"To be honest with you, I am reluctant to do it."

He looked at Diana and chuckled. "What? You thought I'd jump at the chance to revive the population of Krypton? Diana, those fetuses are a part of the Growth Codex. I'd rather die than let history repeat itself. No one has the right to manipulate the genetics of the population in a bid to shape the future. Nothing but destruction came come off it. Krypton learned its lesson the hard way, and I'll be damned if I let the same future befall Earth."

Diana nodded.

"Is there anything else this chamber can do?"

Clark frowned as he thought about it. "Well, I read somewhere that it could restore a Kryptonian from an almost deceased state."

Diana's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

Clark nodded slowly. "I think so. We'll have to look into it, but if the chamber can revive the entire race, don't you think it's plausible it could heal the Kryptonians as well?"

Diana nodded. "It makes perfect sense. Still, it won't hurt to confirm."

Clark looked at her with a tender gaze. "I know you are worried that something might happen to me in the future, and you might heal me with the help of this chamber."

Diana looked at him with a penetrating stare. "You are the love of my life and my husband. I'll be damned if I didn't have an insurance like that. There is no way you're ever going to be taken away from me."

Clark chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"The ship is already in SHIELD's facility. I'll tell Selvig to start looking into the chamber. But before that, we'll have to take care of those fetuses in the chamber. It's not desirable, but it's necessary."

Diana nodded with a sigh as Clark pulled her close.

XXXXX

Peter Parker had been staring at the table for over fifteen minutes while his girlfriend bustled around the kitchen, occasionally glancing over to look at him before sighing and going back to preparing dinner.

It had been a couple of days since Phil Coulson had visited, and ever since then, Peter's mind had been occupied with the thought of his parents and what their true field of work was.

To discover that they were members of a top-secret organization was shocking, to say the least.

Coulson had told them that he would be coming over the next morning so that they could communicate their decision to him, however, no decision had been made so far.

Gwen taking a seat beside him jolted him out of his stupor, and Peter turned to look at her with a frown. She sighed.

"We should decide what we're going to do," she said softly. "What's on your mind?"

Peter leaned back, eyes closed and face tilted towards the ceiling as he released a deep breath.

"To be honest, I don't know what to think. All this time, I used to think that my parents were scientists. That was the reason why I chose that field and joined Dr Connors at Oscorp. The incident with him might have made me quit and pursue photography, but that doesn't take away from the fact that my parents were the reason why I'd been interested in science since my school days."

Peter sighed as Gwen rubbed circles on the back of his hand.

"To know that they were involved with an organisation like SHIELD is shocking. Very shocking, in fact. I had no idea."

Gwen nodded. "Look, I understand that you're surprised and probably upset too. But we need to decide what we are going to do about this offer."

"What do you want?" Peter asked instead, looking at her. Gwen bit her lower lip in thought.

"We've been fighting all sorts of people ever since we got affected," she began. "And this organisation probably has every possible information about us. It is given that they're not going anywhere, and will always remain on our toes. One misstep on our part, and who knows what they might do."

Peter nodded. That was something he had thought about as well.

"Agreeing to cooperate with them does have its benefits. For one, we might not be considered possible threats by SHIELD," Peter stated, prompting a nod from Gwen.

"And they might have advanced tech as well that could aid us, not to mention additional personnel to solve issues all across the globe. If what Coulson said about your parents working with Howard Stark is true, then this organisation seems to be very old and with many influential people working for it."

Peter sighed, looking at Gwen.

"It seems we're leaning towards agreeing to Coulson's proposal," he said.

"Yes, but I'm sure we can have certain conditions that would have to be met for us to join. None of us wants to have our true identities revealed, or to have no control over who we choose to help," Gwen replied.

Peter stayed silent and continued to stare at the table when she turned his face around towards her.

"Come on, let's eat. We can sort the details out in bed. Mr. Coulson will be arriving tomorrow morning, and I have no doubt it will be quite early as well. We better go to bed earlier than usual."

Peter gave a small chuckle and let her pull him up before they walked over to the dining table.

XXXXX

As Gwen had predicted, Phil Coulson arrived at 7 AM sharp, and as Peter had predicted, his and Gwen's predicament was the same – naked with him spooning her from behind and his hand on her supple breast. However, instead of only him, Gwen woke up as well when the bell chimed in.

"Fucking hell, he's really here, and it's only 7," Peter groaned as he looked at the time. Gwen blinked her eyes open and sighed.

"Go on, I'll be out in a few minutes," she replied. Peter clicked his tongue and reluctantly got out of bed before quickly donning his clothes and freshening his mouth with a quick mouthwash. Meanwhile, Gwen got up and went to the bathroom.

Peter padded over to the door and pulled it open, standing to the side and watching Coulson enter. However, in addition to the man, there was another woman who had arrived. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"Mr. Parker, this is Agent Maria Hill of SHIELD," Coulson introduced the dark-haired woman.

Peter stared at the woman before he sighed in understanding and gestured for them to take a seat.

"Would you like anything?" He asked.

"We would prefer to conclude our discussion as soon as possible, if you please," Coulson replied instead. Peter frowned and nodded.

"Please wait for a few minutes then, Gwen will be here soon."

Coulson nodded. They sat in silence for a few moments during which Peter continued to eye the woman every once in a while when the door to their bedroom opened.

"Sorry for the wait," Gwen said as she took her seat beside her boyfriend before she looked at Maria and her eyes widened. Coulson gave a small smile.

"No harm done. Now, let us hear it. What have you two decided?"

"Hold up a bit, Mr. Coulson," Gwen said. "What are you doing here, Maria?"

"She's not a detective, Gwen," Peter replied instead, frowning. "She's a SHIELD agent."

Gwen's eyes widened. Maria had met them in Harlem after the fight and had told them that she was a detective who had been tracking the whereabouts of who they now knew as Bruce Banner. She had been the one who had tracked him down from some lab to Harlem.

Maria looked at them and sighed. "I'm sorry for the deception, but that was not the time for you to know about SHIELD. Believe me, there was no malicious intent involved. It is standard procedure."

"So you know who we were under our suits as well?"

The woman nodded.

Gwen and Peter exchanged a look before she sighed. Peter released a breath and looked at Coulson with all seriousness he could muster.

"We are ready to cooperate with SHIELD, however, we have a few condition we'd like to be met."

Coulson smiled. "As expected. Do state your conditions then."

"Our identities will not be revealed to anyone," Peter stated firmly.

"Naturally. We have no problem with that. The general public will not know who you are. However, I'm afraid keeping the information from SHIELD agents and others who also cooperate with us as consultants will be impossible for obvious reasons."

Peter nodded. That was unavoidable, and they knew it. The fact that they could remain anonymous in front of the general public was more than enough.

Gwen took over from there.

"We'd prefer for SHIELD to not hold us back or away from any mission we might feel requires our interference. It wouldn't be fair if we could've helped someone but SHIELD denied us just because they were not considered important or high-profile enough," she stated. Coulson exchanged a look with Maria and frowned.

"Just what do you think SHIELD is, Miss Stacy?" He asked firmly, prompting a surprised look from the couple. "Let me tell you, it doesn't matter who the victim is. SHIELD dispatches the personnel, and if required, its agents as well, to take care of incidents as small as mugging, so you don't need to worry about us holding you back from playing hero or heroine. Do whatever you want. However," he eyed them sharply, "SHIELD will surely expect you to listen to them in an event that we do require you to refrain from acting. Not everything is as it seems. There might be something much heinous going on behind the scenes, and anyone interfering without any knowledge of the possibility of something like that might infringe upon some other mission. SHIELD will only require you to inform it of any incident you might be trying to deal with. That is all."

Peter frowned and held Gwen's hand, shaking his head at her.

"We understand, and that is agreeable. We would be open to listening should such a situation arise."

Coulson eyed him keenly and nodded. He hadn't missed the wordplay there, however, it seemed that was the best he could get from them. It didn't matter.

"Is there anything else?"

"We would appreciate it if we could have access to information SHIELD possesses," Gwen began, and both Maria and Coulson frowned.

"Information like what?" Maria asked for the first time. Coulson let her take charge of this.

"Information like possible threats that might emerge, so that we could prepare for them. You must understand it is better to know the enemy and fight it than charge in unknowingly," Gwen replied.

"You will have all the information SHIELD believes you will require to tackle any adversary. Do not worry, SHIELD will not send you blind. That should be obvious."

Gwen gave a condescending smile. "I am sure you will do that, but I am talking about access to information well before we need to go into the field. You must understand that this is about you aiding us as well. We are agreeing to lend you our powers, for the lack of a better term, so it makes sense for us to get something out of it as well. An exchange of intel sounds like a fair deal to me."

Maria frowned as she exchanged a look with Coulson, who sighed.

"You will have a Level 5 clearance. That means you will have the knowledge of all the criminals, past or present that SHIELD has the record of in its database. However, you can access it only from an official SHIELD facility and only in the presence of either a SHIELD agent or another consultant who will also have the same level of clearance. That is non-negotiable."

Peter and Gwen nodded. That was exactly what they wanted, and the conditions attached to it were not too egregious either. However, Peter noticed something in Coulson's tone and couldn't help but chuckle.

"All the consultants already have a Level 5 clearance, don't they?"

Coulson gave a small smile.

"Fair enough. I guess that is all then," Peter replied as he stood up. Coulson shook his hand.

"Good to have you onboard. I believe in starting as soon as possible, so I would like you to accompany Agent Hill today on your first mission."

Peter frowned. "Already? What's the issue?"

Coulson smiled. "Agent Hill will travel to India where she will meet with a certain individual you have crossed paths with in recent past. I would like you to help her recruit him as a consultant for SHIELD as well."

Peter exchanged a look with Gwen, who looked back, confused.

"Who are you talking about?"

Coulson smiled.

XXXXX

"Oh yes! Right there!" The beautiful brunette cried out in pleasure, and the man smirked before he pulled all the way out of her and thrust back inside, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

"God yes!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around her man and looking him in the eyes with all the love she could muster. "You feel so good, my love!"

The man smiled tenderly as he brushed a strand of brown hair out of her face and leaned down to softly kiss her. The woman reciprocated eagerly, her lips puckered up as she met his tongue halfway. No matter how many times she kissed him, it seemed she couldn't have enough. It was addictive, and she loved it.

The man started to slowly pull back before thrusting inside, and slowly, he built up a rhythm, smiling when her back arched and she tugged his hair almost painfully. He leaned upwards, staring down at her beautiful face contorted into pleasure.

Slowly, the man raised himself until he was hovering over her, knees planted on the bed, and grabbed her tits that were swaying within the confines of her bra. His fingers quickly found the hook in the middle of the cups and he pulled them apart, freeing her tits up.

The woman sighed in pleasure when he leaned down and captured one of her nipples, with his hips moving back and forth and feeding his raging hard-on inside her welcoming love cavity. His tongue poked and prodded the sensitive nub and she hissed when his teeth grazed it softly.

Grabbing his arm, she leaned upwards and pulled his face away from her breasts before mashing her lips against his. The force of the kiss took his breath away.

"You're beautiful," he whispered when they pulled back, and he tenderly stroked her cheek as she rocked her pussy against his cock, eagerly taking as much of him inside her as she could.

"Lay on your back. I want to be on top," she whispered with a smile, and the man was eager to oblige. The sight of his girlfriend as she rocked her lovely body on top of him never failed to mesmerize him, and he watched as she threw her leg over his waist and straddled him before leaning forward to softly kiss him.

He felt her reach behind her and grab his cock at the base before the head prodded her soaking snatch. Slowly, she raised her ass and guided him inside her. The lovers moaned against each other's mouths as they were joined once again, and Bruce felt his entire length slither inside her.

Her inner walls clenched around his erection as she slowly got accustomed to having his entire length inside her from this angle, and it didn't take long for her to lift herself before lowering herself down.

It took her barely a minute to find her rhythm, and as if it were a nightly ritual, which it most certainly was, she started to bounce up and down on his rigid length.

Her supple arse slapped against him as she rocked her hips, and the man stared at her in silent adoration. The brunette basked in the look on her man's face, thrilled that she could mesmerize him like that, and leaned forward.

She chuckled when his attention was drawn to her dangling tits in an instant, and couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips when his mouth latched firmly on one of her heavenly globes. He always loved her girls.

His hands grabbed her round arse and he kneaded the pillowy flesh firmly, embedding his fingers into her skin as his cock continued to drill inside her. He savored the feeling of her hot, slick tightness hugging his shaft as his lips continued to bestow his eagerness on her lovely tits that always enticed him.

Her arse rolled on his cock with each thrust inside her, and the brunette released a soft cry of pain mixed with pleasure when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, rocking her body atop him and pushing his lips off her tits. She looked at him with lust shining in her eyes and smashed her lips against his, furiously kissing her.

A primal lust had taken over her, and her man did not remain unaffected for long, and she cried out in pleasure when he planted his feet on the bed and started to furiously thrust inside her.

"How does it feel, babe?" He asked with a grunt as he pulled away from the kiss. The woman's response was to roll her hips furiously on his cock and mash her lips back on his once again.

He could feel her shivering slightly, and he knew she was close. Her inner walls were gripping his dick firmly. She pulled back and arched her back as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her lovely brown hair was swept over her back and whipping around wildly as she wantonly chased her climax.

He was not far behind either, and he knew he could explode anytime now. However, he strived to wait for her to reach her orgasm.

"Oh yes!" She cried out. "I'm so close, Bruce!"

"Ugh… me too!" Bruce replied as he grabbed her ass firmly and continued to hammer away into her. His thighs met her ass with a resounding clap every time they made contact.

"Oh God, fuck!" She gasped.

Bruce felt her inner walls tighten further, and she unceremoniously dropped on him. Her lovely tits flattened against his firm chest as she shivered. Bruce realized she'd just had her climax, and started to fuck her wildly. She howled in erotic pleasure as her climax tore through her and Bruce grunted shortly, feeling the head of his cock expand.

She kept looking into his eyes, hands on either side of his face which held her upper body over his, and watched his face all the while as they basked in their mutual climaxes. She could feel him still shooting his virile load into her pussy, his cock pulsing deep inside her, and all she could do was bury her face in the crook of his neck as she collapsed atop him, her body tired after the exertion.

Nothing but the sounds of their fierce breathing were heard around the room for the following few minutes before Betty moaned when she felt his flaccid cock slowly slither out of her satisfied pussy. She sighed when she felt her juices leak out, mixed with his cum, all over his pelvis and the bed below.

Slowly, she lifted herself on her arms and looked him in the eyes, smiling tenderly. Her lips touched his in a gentle kiss before she laid back on his chest with a lovely smile, relishing the feeling of his calloused hands stroking her bare back.

"I still can't believe you're here with me," Bruce whispered after a few moments. "Back then, I'd thought for sure that I'd lose everything."

Betty looked up at him with a loving smile on her face.

"I love you. Nothing will change that. And it's not as if you'll ever be any danger to me either. We've already managed to fix the issue," she replied. Bruce chuckled.

"Let's face it. You were never in any danger around me anyway. Remember? I stopped even in that form when you came in front of me."

Betty smiled, reminiscing when the Hulk had stopped attacking when he saw her, and how docile he had become.

"How can I not?" She asked rhetorically before a small frown came over her face. "Say, Bruce, how long do you plan to stay hidden like this? Our experiments have been successful and you can now control the Hulk just fine. What is stopping you?"

Bruce sighed. "It's just…"

"It's my father, isn't it?" She said derisively. "I wish we never have to see him again."

"Now Betty, he might be an asshole but he's still your father."

"That man hasn't been my father since he tried to get you killed. And after everything he's done, it sickens me to know I share blood with him," Betty retorted firmly. Bruce sighed.

"He is indeed one of the reasons why I'm reluctant to go back. However, there's another one," he replied. "I've kinda started to like this life."

Betty chuckled. "I know what you mean. Sex, work in the lab, sightseeing in disguise, great spicy food that you like so much, and more sex. What's not to like?"

Bruce laughed, tickling her. It slowly evolved into even more ferocious tickling until she was heaving under him as he hovered over her, bright smiles on their faces.

"You're perfect," he whispered, stroking her cheek tenderly before leaning down to kiss her. However, suddenly, he pulled back.

"What happened?" Betty asked with a frown, looking at him. Bruce didn't reply and quickly went over to the window, looking outside in the dark. His eyes widened when he saw that their house was surrounded by what looked like a SWAT team emerging from the woods. A sleek black car was parked near the entrance.

Betty came over and looked outside with wide eyes.

"It can't be him," she whispered.

"It's not," Bruce replied, pointing to the three people who emerged from the car with wide eyes. Betty looked in surprise at the familiar pair of faces accompanied by an unfamiliar woman as they walked towards the door.

"Get dressed quickly. I'll see what all this is about. I'm sure they mean no harm. It's Peter and Gwen, afterall," Bruce replied as he quickly grabbed his shirt and pants from the floor. Betty nodded and watched as he dressed up and walked out of their bedroom, all the while wondering just why Peter and Gwen had shown up with a SWAT team, and more importantly, how they had found them.

To be continued…

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