(Two months later)
"Ohhhh!!!!" Natalie moaned as she bounced up and down on Mark's thick shaft; the hard appendage plunging deep inside her every time she moved. Mark through his hips every time her ass dropped down on him making it ripple and clap. "Mark!!!" She hissed as she scratched his chest. "H-how a-are you doing this to me?" She moaned, as he once again brought her close to climax. Mark meanwhile palmed her large breasts, while she continued to bounce on him, he flicked her nipples with his fingers and pinched them making her scream all the louder. "Fuck!!!" She shouted again. Mark could feel her tightening up around his dick, she even started to move faster. Riding him with proficiency that he hadn't ever never seen from anyone he'd been with.
"Shit Natalie," Mark groaned as he felt his balls start to bubble; ready to release his cum straight into her womb. He released her breasts, grabbed her hips and started thrusting upwards faster and faster.
"Yes! Yes! Do it! I'm so—" she said before her eyes glazed over. "AAAAAAHHHH!!!" She screamed as her whole body tensed on him, her pussy started to leak down his shaft and squeeze him tightly as a wave of pleasure overcame her and she turned into a puddle on his chest. Mark wasn't that far behind her, and after a few more pumps erupted inside her, his cum filling her entirely and leaking out.
She lay down on his chest, her red hair splayed out across it and hummed in content. This was the fourth time they had gone tonight and Mark could tell that it was the last time for Natalie. His dick softened up and slipped out of her, he went to move her onto the bed next to him but she held on tightly. "No no no... comfy," she whined as she rubbed her face into his chest.
Mark chuckled but allowed her to stay there while he traced circles along her back. It had been a crazy few months for Mark ever since the fight with the Hulk and the abomination as everyone called him. Harlem was basically destroyed in the process and a lot of people were hurt. Mark to remind himself that he did all he could back down, but even then it didn't really convince him. Mark always thought of himself as neutral he didn't think he was a hero or a villain, but he was starting to think maybe that was just because of where he grew up. Gotham was full of degenerates and criminals. Anyone who was truly good, those who were nice without expecting anything in return were like diamonds in the rough.
Thie city was different though. While it definitely has its dark moments. There were so many people who worked to try and help others and he saw that a lot in Harlem they had a very close community. Luke had been the one to introduce him to that when he had offered to help with the clear up. There was so many good people here Who didn't deserve what happened and even if he tried to reassure himself that there was nothing could've done.
He knew that there was.
He looked down at Natalie who had started to softly snore and carefully shifted her onto the bed next to him. That wasn't unexpected development. He wasn't really looking for a relationship at the time and was just doing things casually but Natalie had somehow managed to worm her way in. It started after he bought the apartment that she showed him after that they decided to see more of each other until eventually it just sort of happened. She was nice and she was fun to be around. Though he still hasn't told her that he was a half-alien hybrid or about his abilities.
Mark got out from bed and moved to the window. He looked out across the New York skyline. There had been one hiccup in his stay here one that had caused him. A big headache.
*Flashback*
"Nick Fury," he said. "Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. And you shouldn't be here."
Mark stiffened. "You people don't believe in knocking?"
Fury ignored the jab, his single eye fixed on him. "You're not from here."
Mark rubbed his cheek. "If you mean not from New York you'd be right."
"Don't play games with me Mr Grayson; You're stronger, faster, tougher than anything we've seen walk this planet. You fly. You heal. You're not one of us, and that makes a lot of people nervous. When someone like you shows up with no leash, no oversight, it doesn't matter what you call yourself. To the men sitting in rooms with their fingers on buttons, you're a damn near god walking around as a free agent. And that scares the hell out of them."
Mark folded his arms. "I haven't done anything."
Fury nodded. "I know. In fact, you've done a lot of good since you landed here. Harlem. That mess at the Expo. People walked out alive because you stepped in. That's why we're having this conversation instead of something less polite."
Mark didn't like how much they knew. He didn't like the word "alien" hanging unspoken in the air, especially since he was technically human too. "So what do you want?"
Fury moved around the room like he was inspecting it. "What I want is simple. Work with us. Work for S.H.I.E.L.D. You've got power, you want to help people, that's fine. With us, you could do more good than you ever will alone. And while you're doing that, you stop making the leaders of the world sweat bullets every time your name comes up in a briefing."
Mark narrowed his eyes. "If I did that, what exactly would I be asked to do?"
Fury didn't hesitate, but he didn't give a straight answer either. "Terrorist cells. Rogue states. Individuals who think they can tip the balance of the world by force. We've got enemies everywhere, and they don't stop at borders. You'd be helping stop those threats before they reach the people you claim you care about."
Mark's jaw tightened. "So Fighting whoever you point me at."
Fury leaned in slightly. "You want to save people, fine. That's noble. But let me be clear: the world isn't built on noble. It's built on power. And when someone like you shows up, every other bastard with power wants to know where you stand. You keep freelancing, you'll find out the hard way how small the world really is. With us, you'll have structure. Resources. Backing."
The room went quiet. Mark didn't look away, and Fury didn't either. Eventually, Mark said, "I need to think about it."
Fury reached into his coat and pulled out a small phone. He set it down on the counter between them. "When you make up your mind, call that. Try not to make any big splashes until then. The less nervous people get, the better for everyone."
Then he turned and left, the door shutting behind him without a sound.
*Flashback End*
After that Mark had spent weeks thinking about it, thinking about whether Fury was right. Heroes weren't really a thing in this world, of course you had Iron Man, but Tony Stark wasn't really someone who put on the suit and went on patrol trying to find people to save. He was more reactionary and only ever with threats more than the police could handle.
Mark wanted something different. After Harlem, he couldn't just stand by. He'd seen too many people crushed under rubble, too many kids orphaned, and it stuck with him. He wanted to save people. Deep down, in a way he hadn't admitted to anyone, he wanted to be a hero. But was that what this world even needed? Or was that just him clinging to something old-fashioned, something out of place?
He sighed. His mother would have known what to say. She always did. He wished she was here now.
"What's wrong?" a soft voice asked behind him.
Mark turned. Natalie had gotten out of bed, her hair messy, her eyes half-lidded with sleep, and she came up to him without hesitation. She pressed her body against him and wrapped her arms around his back, squeezing him tight. Mark felt himself stir as he felt her large breasts pressing into him, though he calmed himself as he doubted she could go another round.
"Nothing," Mark said, pulling her into the hug and kissing her forehead. "Just thinking."
"Just thinking?" Natalie teased, tilting her head up with a grin. "Uh oh. Want me to call you a doctor?"
Mark laughed under his breath and shook his head. "I'll show you who needs a doctor." He scooped her up off the floor before she had a chance to react. Natalie squealed, her legs kicking, as he spun her around in the middle of the room.
"Okay, okay, I give, I give!" she laughed, holding onto his shoulders.
Mark slowed and stopped with her still in his arms, their faces just inches apart. He brushed a lock of her red hair out of her face and held her there, looking at her.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi," Mark replied, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
"How about you stop brooding and come back to bed?" she said. "I need someone to spoon me, and you're gonna need someone to rub this monster against in the morning." She grabbed his shaft and stroked it.
Mark rolled his eyes, but he couldn't fight the smile. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, holding her close, and then carried her back to bed. They sank under the sheets, and as she curled against him he wrapped his arms around her. The thoughts about Fury, about Harlem, about what he should be, they all quieted for the night.
...
The next morning Mark woke up to an empty bed. For a second he thought maybe Natalie had just gone to the bathroom, but when he rolled over the covers were already cold. On the bedside cabinet was a folded note with her handwriting across it 'Had to run to work. I'll see you later.' She'd drawn a little heart at the bottom, which made him snort despite himself.
He sat up, stretched his arms, and rubbed his eyes. His body didn't get sore the way it used to, but the habit of stretching stayed. It was routine, and routines helped keep him sane. He dragged himself into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, showered long enough for the steam to fog the mirror, and pulled on jeans and a hoodie. For a guy who could break sound barriers, he still moved like he had all the time in the world when it came to mornings.
He was lacing his sneakers when his phone buzzed across the counter. The caller ID said Luke. Mark picked up.
"Hey man, you still coming?" Luke asked. Through the phone speaker.
"Yeah, I'm leaving now," Mark said.
"Good. We're shifting the cleanup down to Fifth Avenue today. It's still clogged to hell. Food bank trucks can't get through, garbage collection's backed up, and there's one building leaning so bad city construction gotta take it apart piece by piece. Sweet Christmas, it's a mess."
Mark nodded. "Alright. I'm on my way."
"Bring your A game, brother," Luke said before hanging up.
Mark walked over to the window, slid it open, and pulled his hood tight. He glanced down once at the street, then pushed off with a grin. The ground vanished under him, wind roaring in his ears. "Wooooooo!" he yelled as he climbed higher, cutting through the air. Flying never got old. It was such an innate part of him that it felt unnatural to be doing anything else. It was a short flight across the city. He came down in an alley near Fifth Avenue, boots crunching against gravel as he touched down. He adjusted his hood and stepped out onto the street.
"Shit," he muttered. The place was still wrecked. Rubble everywhere, broken glass glittering in the sunlight, utility lines sagging low. But what struck him wasn't the destruction—it was the people. Dozens of them. Men, women, kids. Some wore reflective vests, some just came in their own clothes, but they were all working. That was Harlem. They didn't wait for someone else to come fix things. They showed up. They put in the work.
Mark walked toward the crowd and immediately people started greeting him. A few dapped him up, clapping him on the back. Others nodded, calling out to him.
"Glad you came through, brother!"
"Good to see you out here!"
"Mark you owe me five dollars!"
He spotted Luke near a half-collapsed building, sleeves rolled up, directing people as they shifted chunks of concrete into a truck bed. When Luke saw him they clasped hands, pulled in for a hug, and patted each other's backs.
"Glad you made it," Luke said, sounding genuinely pleased to see him.
"Of course," Mark replied.
"Sweet Christmas, we got a lot of work to do," Luke said with a loud breath. "I'm glad you came today, we got a lot of buildings we need to clear and mark for inspection, the community centres aren't doing well either the overflow of families there."
"Then let's get to work," Mark said as he took off his hoodie and rolled up his sleeves.
(AN: Mark is banging Natalie on the regular, I wonder how long that will last. Womp womp. Anyway him and Luke have gotten closer, everyone needs a friend. Blah blah blah can't think of anything else to say.)
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