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The Newest Marvel
***Boston Mass, Kent's Residents ***
Clark woke up right away when he felt movement in his arms, opening his groggy eyes he saw a messy mop of red hair stirring in the crook of his arms. Grinning, he hugged the owner of said hair tighter against him. He smiled as he felt her resist for a bit before she relaxed.
"Clark," Jean mumbled in a semi-sleepy tone. "I have to get back to the Institute soon, unlike you, I don't get days off."
"Maybe you should call in sick," Clark suggested with a smug grinned before Jean sat up on her knees and punched his stomach. The punch was light he barely felt it.
"Ow. That hurt. I'd like to file a complaint about my boss physically harassing me."
In response Jean punched him again, this time on the left side of his chest before they both laughed lightly at their antics. He leaned back into the mass of pillows that made up his old bed in his old room as he watched Jean leave it. He let his eyes roam over her damn near perfect body, she was wearing baby blue boy cut panties, with a white form fitting baby doll t-shirt. It was a great sight to wake up to he had to admit.
"Lech," Jean turned around making Clark feel guilty at having been caught. She looked at him while putting her hand on her hips as a playful smile graced her lips.
"What would the rest of the League said if they knew Superman had this side to him? Hmm?"
In response Clark get up out of the bed and stalked toward Jean in a menacing manner, to which she squealed in mock horror before dancing out of his reach.
"Oh no, please Mr. Superman, don't hurt me sir. I'll promise I'll be a good girl."
Clark did stop his pursuit of her and shook his head at his girlfriend. "I'll let you off this time."
"Why thank you kindly," Jean mimicked a poor southern girl drawl as she slowly lean in and kisses him on his cheek.
"Such a gentlemen!"
"Jean, I was from Kansas, not the 1800's," Clark stated in a deadpanned manner. She was terrible at the accent, just terrible.
Jean laughed at his rebuke before she went into his ensued bathroom and before long he heard the sound of a shower running. Clark considered for a moment joining her, but realized it could get too out of hand, especially when he could hear his parents moving down stairs already. Yawning he laid out a few clothes trying to decide which one.
A light knocking sound made itself known.
"Clark, are you up? Breakfast is ready." Jane Kent voice came from the other side.
"Yes, mom," Clark replied. "Just getting ready, be down in a minute."
Clark rolled his eyes as he heard his mom soft giggled before her footstep faded. Looking down at his clothes again he decided loose jogging pants and a t-shirt ought to do it. Satisfied he walked down the stairs of his old home to see his dad already sitting at the table eating while reading a news paper. His mom heard him as her eyes shone with love at seeing him.
"Morning sweetie!" Jane Kent, a forty five year old woman who aged well, closed the distance and hugged him tightly. Her eyes then flicked down to his watch before back up to him again.
"I hope that means you're hungry?"
"Mom," Clark sighed exasperatedly as he sat down. "Even Kryptonians eat!"
Clark sighed as his mother happily gave him a generous portion of steak and eggs for breakfast. Although he was grateful at how well his parents seem to be taking his revelation of his secret.
It was one month into his relationship with Jean, that she suggested that he'd tell his parents the truth. In truth Clark was hoping to put it off as long as possible, after all, on some level he felt like he had overtaken Jane and Marcus Kent son but worse, he fear they'd reject him. He lost his Ma and Pa early in his old life, he did not want to lose his current parents now.
Their rejection would devastate him.
However, with Jean assurance, he told them and to his surprise, they accepted it. They were stunned but they appeared to be extremely fascinated by his other life and the family he had. They were tickled pink that he was still a Kent in both lives. His mother had called it his destiny to be her child.
Afterward they made small talk with Jean using her physic power to help show scenes of his other life, with his consent of course. Afterward Clark asked them if they felt disappointed that he was not being Superman like he was before in his old life.
His mother answer surprised him.
"Oh Clark, you can be their hero, their monument, their guardian angel, if you'd like. You can be anything they need you to be, or be none of it. That does not change the fact that you are my son, You do not owe this world a damn thing. You never did."
It was the first time Clark felt the burden of responsibility lifted from his shoulders. With so many heroes, did they really need him? What could he do that other heroes can't, in fact him showing up would only detract them from fighting crime. After all, he did not plan on registering at all.
They ate in comfortable silence until footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. A second later Jean in a more snugged t-shirt and jeans made her way down.
"Morning Jean!" Jane Kent greeted the redheaded mutants warmly. "I hope Clark didn't keep you up too late?"
"Mom!/ Jane!" Both Clark and his Dad chimed in at the same time before they looked at each other with matching grimace.
"Oh, They're young, and we're all adults here," Jane chide both father and son before looking at the blushing mutant.
"Come on, I set your plate next to Clark's."
Jean, still red faced and silent, moved meekly next to Clark and began to eat in silence no daring to look anyone in the eye.
"M-Mom..." Clark protested a bit weakly but saw his mother remained carefree. Clark looked over to his dad and try to conveyed his thoughts.
'Your Wife!' Clark thought screamed toward his father, however.
'Your Mother.' Marcus eyes replied calmly as the accusation fell on deaf ears.
Giving up Clark decided the best thing to do was just get through breakfast.
"So Jean, do you really have to leave so soon? We could go shopping, just us girls, Oh and it's been a while since I seen Elaine. Surely she'd like to come?"
Jane Kent began conversationally as she finished fixing her plate and sat across from the world most powerful telepath.
"I would love to, but unfortunately, I do have a lot of things to catch up on, the Professor have just returns and there are X-Men stuff that need to be done, however, perhaps we can arrange for something next week? I'm sure my mom would be delighted Mrs. Kent."
"Just call me Jane," Clark's Mother corrected Jean right away. "You're practically family."
Jean looked over to Clark for help but he just shrugged his shoulder and went back to eating. What did she want him to do. Kent's Matriarch in both life time are a force of nature!
"Well, I think that'd be lovely," Marcus was the one to chime in this time as he put down the newspaper.
"Been a while since I seen John, us old boys can catch up while you ladies do your thing."
Breakfast ended shortly after with a bit more small talk, Jean gave her parents number to Clark's folks before bidding them goodbyes. Clark escorted her out to the front of his house and saw that Jean was still flustered from the interaction.
"You sure you don't need me to drive you back or something?" Clark asked Jean. She had came with him but she shook her head and pointed to the sky.
"My ride's been here for quite some time now."
As if to prove her statement there was a hole in the sky with Kitty Pryde standing in it. Seeing Clark she waved before she gave him a sly wink.
"Well, see you at work Monday," Jean pursed her lips in amusement at Kitty antics. She then walked up to Clark and lean up to kiss him.
Responding in kind, he gave her a soft kiss back before putting one of his hands on her hip while lowly going lower but was caught mid way.
"Monday, when you come back," Jean admonished Clark to which he could only try to give her an innocent smile in reply.
"Enjoy the weekend with your parents."
With that Jean flew up to the cloaked X-Men jet and looked down at him. Blowing him a kiss she closed the hatch and was gone.
*** That Evening ***
Clark spent the majority of the day helping his parents with little things around the house. They were getting a bit older now so he come back every weekend to try and help out with the heavy lifting. He saw his mom exit the house and called him in for dinner.
"Thanks mom," Clark grinned at his mother and saw her hold pinch her nose in a not so subtle gesture.
"Shower first before dinner, you're filthy."
"Yes mom," Familiar words uttered to his mother came from his lips. She knew it too judging by the way she had her hand on her hips. By the time he was done he felt refreshed and clean.
Walking downstairs, he saw the dining table was set with the T.V on, his parents looked unusually engrossed in it.
"-Sent me to a planet called Sakaar. Where I can be cut-even killed. Where the emperor made me a slave. And then a Gladiator. They sent me to die. But I survived with my Warbound. Korg.Miek.Elloe. Brood. Hiroim. We made a world. I was the Green King. And Caiera the Oldstrong was my Queen. But your Heroes sent a bomb. Killed a million people. Now this city fall. You will have twenty-four hours to evacuate. When I return, I want to see Mr. Fantastic, Ironman and Doctor Strange. And if they are not here...I'll do this... to your whole stinking planet."
Clark blinked at seeing the Hulk on T.V issuing his ultimatum. In his hand was the battered and broken from of the Inhuman King known as Blackbolt. From his understand Blackbolt was incredibly powerful and have defeated the Hulk before in battle.
The screen cut out as the live transmission of the Hulk was over, however the news anchor were in a panic, while some were even blaming the four, but they simply did not know what was happening. A while later, Iron Man and the President issue a statement that everything was well under control. There were footage of the old Hulk rampaging but being stopped by the Avengers. Some even speculated that this was just another similar event but in a different skin.
"Oh Clark, I thought he was suppose to be a good guy," Jane Kent said as she looked at what was going on T.V.
"I think he's still is," Clark reassured his mother as she turned to look at him. "If he was evil he'd have level the city and not bother issuing the ultimatum. No he is very clearly calling out Iron Man and the other two he said was part of the some secret Illuminati."
"Will you be going to help evacuate the city?" Clark's mother asked while looking at him worriedly.
Clark looked at his mother and smiled. Before he regained his powers, he was quite an avid follower of Superheroes, they fascinated him. For better or worse, this have happened before and the Avengers always pulled through. His outside interference would most likely get in the way of whatever they were planning.
"I don't think they'll let the situation get too out of hand Mom," Clark reassured his mother and gave her arms a comforting squeeze.
"The Avengers dealt with the Hulk before, they'll handle him again. The current roster have quite a few power houses."
Still he quickly excused himself and made a quick called to Jean.
"Clark, are you-"
"No, I'm still at my parents place," Clark told Jean who appeared to breath a sigh of relief on the other end.
"Good, just stay away. The X-Men are also staying out of this, the Professor don't think the Hulk really wants to hurt anyone beside those that he felt wronged them."
Jean declared in warning tones.
"Will do, Jean," Clark assured her before they ended their call and went back to watching the latest update on the Hulk situation, some one was even dubbing it in bold headline World World Hulk.
***Jean PoV***
Jean felt relieved that Clark was going to stay out of this, in truth, she did not really know how strong Clark was not, but the Hulk have beaten the likes of Hyperion and Gladiator before. Though she never seen him battle the Sentry might not even be enough though she was not to sure on who to bet on if they did end up fighting.
Professor X, was not part of the Illuminati that sentence the Hulk out to space and simply put the mutants were too few in numbers to put their lives on the line. The Hulk should have no quarrel with them.
At least, she had thought so until she felt the entire Mansion shook. Extending her senses she felt so much rage that it telepathically hurt her!
The Hulk was here!
TBC
World War Hulk Begins.