It has been awkward the last week. When he went to school, Tara avoided him like the goddamn plague, and he understood why. He dropped the biggest bombshell of her life on her, and he did it so casually.
Why did he randomly decide to tell her? Well, at first he was confused, but after thinking about it, he figured out why.
Turns out, Maxie's thoughts and emotions could influence what he did if he didn't keep a tight lid on it. If he didn't practice his self control and keeping it in check.
And he had been working on that self control, along with practicing his superpowers and setting the warehouse up. Well, trying to set it up, at least.
He was able to get smaller things in there. A toolbox, a decent amount of tech that he was making, and things like chairs or tables. He set up a full computer setup, equipped with three monitors for maximum coverage. Yes, he did borrow (steal) someone's truck to do it, then he put it right back in their driveway before walking home.
He had the keys constantly clipped to his belt, along with a housekey. He definitely snuck out after curfew to do that, obviously. No way he did that in broad daylight.
Max was currently working on several licenses, all under the same name. Bruce Wayne (yes, he knows that is a DC name, he likes comic books, it was the one interest that he had outside of his responsibilities, sue him).
Why the same name? Easy, because it's much simpler to keep track of, and those agencies aren't going to check with each other on if the same name is being used for multiple different licenses.
The reason why he needs these licenses are very simple too; he can't get certain equipment and certain materials without having a license for it. Or a known reputation, or a safe place to do it.
Which was also why he was faking a shit ton of documents for all sorts of things. He spiked the subscription charge he set up for the three richest people in the world for two weeks to get enough, then under the name of Bruce Wayne bought an abandoned building here in Hiddenville, the biggest abandoned building he could find, then marked it down as a lab.
Then once that was finalized, he went through the online files of the building and changed every detail to match that of a fully equipped lab, and made a mental note to change the date of the acquirement of the lab to a week after he got his license for it.
You may be asking why he bought the building if he was just going to change the files online anyways? That's actually a very good question, and you are very appreciated question to ask.
It was so that the building wouldn't randomly get bought by a wannabe entrepreneur and when it spiked to the licensing organization that it was bought and wasn't even close to a lab, he wouldn't have investigation teams sent down on him.
America's legal system is weird, you have to cover your tracks. Plus, owning the building makes obtaining access to the files way easier.
One draw back. He would have to make a second fake ID with Bruce Wayne with a brand new face on it so that when they got shipped to the holdover facility to pick up those sensitive items, someone who actually looked like an adult could pick it up.
Which meant that he would have to find a guy who would be willing to hold onto that fake ID, treat it like a real one, memorize all of the information pertaining to that identity, and be willing to play the part long term until he could make a sixth fake ID and do the same thing all over again. Buy the building from himself with that alternate ID instead.
Also someone willing to take orders and be paid by a teenager. Hard work.
So, like a smart guy, he put the ad on this universes version of Craigslist and placed an alert on it. You could always rely on Craigslist for something like this, there were always some weird people on Craigslist.
Max also used the Bruce Wayne identity to go through the process of getting access to very classified drugs, which was technically one of the licenses, but some substances are so controlled not even the black market can access them. So, the license.
He has had a very busy week, which included searching some more parks (he's now searched one-hundred-fifty-four of one thousand), and he was running on fumes, but he wasn't done yet.
Oh, his new abilities? If he puts effort into it, and he means enough effort that can take him out of the fight if he's not careful, plus it exhausts his body when he does it. By that, he means after even one minute he felt like he needed a power nap, was if he focused enough he could use his telekinesis to make a forcefield around himself. It only covered about an inch or two away outside of his actual body, and he didn't need to use his fingers to activate it, just his brain, but it wouldn't be something he used very often.
Max could also pair that with his fire and ice breathing to make a field of ice or fire around himself, though whichever he used, he felt either extremely cold or extremely hot.
Temperature isn't bound by telekinesis, it still got to him.
He was pretty sure just heat and ice breath was at the limit of what they could be, unless he can up with new ideas.
The brunette was currently walking home, practically dragging his feet even if he actually wasn't.
He still had to take a break from his facial recognition software and start coding a program to make any picture he wanted in extreme detail, because he knew those sending the chemicals would ask for pictures of his lab before they sent him anything.
Getting the actual building to turn into a lab was a waste of time and money, especially since he wasn't ever going to use it, so the program it was.
The goal was for it to make highly realistic images, thanks to a very specific prompt he would put in and have it pass as genuine pictures. They probably wouldn't look twice even if he half did it. If it looks good at a first glance, they wouldn't look twice, he knows how those kinds of workers are.
Max stepped through the door just as Nora yelled, "Phoebe! Max! Dinner!" And a spark of excitement shoots through him.
Fucking finally.
Then another yelled, "Sorry!"
Max steps into the kitchen, and he can tell he looks like trash because Barb asks, "Max, are you okay?"
Max just nods, sitting down in his chair closets to the front door, at the very end of the table, looking directly across to the backdoor to the driveway. "Yeah, mom, I'm fine. Just tired." He replies, feeling a buzz from the inside of his pocket.
Max checks it only to see the text of, "'*Think we can do something?*'" Labeled as Stalkette. Sarah.
He sends back, "'*Unlikely for a bit. Have things to do.*'" He sends back, then clicks his phone off, deciding to check the new text later.
Phoebe eventually bounds down the stairs, looking at Max. "You look like shit." She notes, and the entire family pauses at what she just said.
"What did you just say, Phoebe?" Hank asks, then she realizes what she said.
"Oh, I am so sorry-"
Max cuts her off, "Don't be. It happens. I say it all the time. I think she's okay." He looks at their parents. "She probably learned it from me. So, blame me. Not her."
Very earnestly, Hank replies, "Oh, I'm going to. Phoebe, don't say that word again. Max, you're grounded for a week."
Max just shrugs. "Alright.
Billy walked behind Phoebe with the plate of meatballs, saying, "Got your meatball, da-" Then he trips, sending the meatball flying through the air.
Phoebe, without looking, reaches back and grabs it without looking.
Nora pauses, asking, "How did you do that? You weren't even looking."
Phoebe stutters, "I-I don't know. I-I just suddenly sensed a meaty danger."
Barb asks, "And a tingling sensation?" Max is still, strangely for them but not for him, calm.
"'How are you so casual and not freaking out?'"
"'Because I know what this is, Maxie. Our fourth superpower. The Thundersense. Allows us to sense danger before it happens. Tricky thing. I'll train it.'" Max replies internally.
"'You can do that?'" Maxie questions.
"'Probably. Subject your brain to enough danger or situations that could get someone hurt, eventually it will tune itself. Most of the time it would come naturally, but you can artificially force it by constantly subjecting yourself to situations like that.'"
"'That... is strangely cool.'"
"'Maxie, by the time I'm done with evolving this life, you will be a god among the hero and villain communities. Think about it, if you can tune your brain to always sense danger, do you think you will really be able to get touched?'"
"'No...?'"
"'Exactly. Enjoy being a god when I get there.'"
"'I will!'"
He's knocked out of the mental by Billy shouting, "Phoebe's a witch!" Then Nora grabs a vase.
"Let's see if she melts." Nora says with excitement, but Max casually uses his telekinesis to pin the vase to the table, Nora struggling to lift it.
"Wha-"
"Phoebe's not a witch, Nora." Max tells her. "It's probably a result of mine and Phoebe's superpower lobe being bigger, more powers. And since mom described something she was feeling, it's something they both have." Hank nods.
"That's right. Your sister developed her Thundersense, the ability to sense danger right before it happens." Hank explains.
Barb adds on, "It's the first step to becoming a great superhero."
Max throws out, "Or a terrifying villain." He replies, looking up at his mother, making direct eye contact. "Me and Phoebe are twins. I'll probably be getting mine very soon."
"Max..." Hank warns.
"No, Hank, you can't stop biology. I'm going to be getting it. You can hope for it all you want, but it's happening." Max replies, arms crossed. Then his eyes immediately turn to shift to Billy, "You throw that thing at me, and I'll hurt you."
Billy puts the wrapped item down.
Max looks up at the looks from Phoebe, Hank, and Barb. Then he just breathes out. "I know when I'm not wanted." Max then stands up, calmly pushing the chair in. "I'll get the leftovers later." Then he walks away.
~~~~~~~~~~~
At school, Max calmly walked through the hallways that morning. When he saw Tara walking his way, he attempted to say, "Hey, T-"
"Don't." She replies, fully walking past him.
Max sighs, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. Only for Maxie to pipe in, "'You know, I think you telling her was stupid. If I could change that, I would. Imagine how many other people would be mad if they knew what you were doing.'"
"'Shut the fuck up.'" Then he muted Maxie for twelve hours, knowing that once it ended, he had to deal with a fully twelve hours of Maxie talking.
He rounded the corner, seeing students clapping and Phoebe standing in the middle of cheering students. He just smiles slightly, happy for her before he made a split second decision.
And with that, he seamlessly walked through the crowd, making sure he was disguised, then, he walked out the front door.
He was going home.
Fuck this.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max was in his Lair, typing away with intense speed, turning whatever he was feeling into productivity on his computer.
He knew what he was feeling. Anger at himself, at Maxie. Longing for Tara, he didn't realize how much he actually enjoyed her company. Annoyance at Sarah's constant texts.
And annoyance at Colosso golfing.
It finally boiled over when it hit the wall over his computer, so he whirled around. "What the fuck, Colosso?" He asked, being irritated.
The rabbit replied, "What?"
"Can you watch where the hell those things are fucking going? You almost broke the damn computer! If you can't be fucking careful, I'm going to take that fucking thing from you and beat you into a goddamn coma with it, are we clear?" He spit angrily.
Colosso shivered a bit at his words, before he replied in as even of a tone as he could manage, "What is wrong with you? Is this about that girl not talking to you? Tina?"
Max stood up and shifted to the table, slamming his palms onto it. "It's fucking Tara, Colosso. Tara!" He yelled, making the bunny jump. Then he forces himself to calm down. "Yes, it's about her. But it's also the fact that my equipment is way more valuable, and way more important than your health, or even your life. Watch. It." He warned, then he turned around, sitting back down in his chair, taking a second before going back to his coding.
Colosso mutters, "Testy..." Before he goes to do it again.
The ball bounces off of the walls, then Max's eyes go wide. A thunder bolt appears, and his hand goes up without thinking, grabbing the ball going for the back of his head out of the air without even turning around.
Max pulls his hand in front of him, looking at the golf ball in his hand. "Finally..." He muttered, then he turned around before throwing the golf ball at Colosso, hitting the rabbit and knocking him off of the table. "I told you to fucking watch it!"
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that day, it was time for training. Max stepped out, in his supersuit because it was a requirement. He didn't say anything to Hank, and Hank didn't say anything to him as the older man set up the platform, then flip the house into training mode.
Hank instructs, "Now, to see if you have your Thundersense-"
"I have it already." Max drops.
"You... what?"
"It activated earlier in my Lair. I have it." Then he steps up onto the platform, holding his hand out for the blindfold. "Come on." Hank slowly passes it to Max, then the younger twin puts it over his eyes, making sure that it was tight.
Hank looks at Billy and Nora, then tells them, "Fire when ready."
The first ball that gets launched activates it. His eyes widen beneath the mask, the thunder bolt appearing in his eyes.
He really hoped when he tuned it that the stutter of that would go away.
His hand reached out, and he grabbed the ball out of the air. Then he dropped it. Then Billy fired more and more, Max catching them over and over again, proving to Hank that he did, in fact, have it.
Finally, Hank lets Max step down. "Well, Max, you have your Thundersense. Congratulations." He tells him.
Max nods, having already removed his blindfold. "Yeah. I'm going to go now. I have some things to do." He says, then just walks off without letting Hank get another word in.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max was sitting in class, writing things down as he focused on what was being asked of him. Which was taking notes. Of course, he already understood what they were talking about, and was actually well above what they were talking about, but he couldn't exactly declare that.
Which was why he hated having to go to school as part of his cover. Max was so ahead of everyone in this room that it was hard to process sometimes.
No wonder Maxie hated school, dealing with people you knew weren't as smart as you then hearing them be smug about how low they were on the intelligence scale when they were thinking they were higher than you was beyond annoying.
This was the first time he had actually empathized with him, and honestly, he had no idea if it was because he had finally been here long enough for him to realize it or because of the stress of the last week with all of it's factors that got to him.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he checked it underneath the table, seeing that it was alternate Craigslist. It seems someone has responded to the ad.
When he looked at it, he saw the name on it, then when he decided to quickly go through the social medias he had, was able to see his face.
Oh, he could definitely pass as Bruce Wayne. No doubt about it.
When he looked at it, he saw the message the man sent in response. *"'Saw ur ad. Wiling 2 do everything on ur list, I do have questions tho. Can we meet???'"*
Max looks at the text, then hums, sending back a quick, *"'We can meet. Wong's Pizza Palace at six sound good?'"*
He glances up at the teacher who was presenting, noting how casual they were teaching, how easy this is for them. Then he idly wonders how they would react if they knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what he was currently planning for the future.
He looks back, spotting the next text, *"'Sounds gud. Who should I b lookin 4?'"*
Max sends back, *"'I'll be there after you. Sit at a corner booth with your back to the door, wear a baseball cap backwards, order a medium pepperoni, and the first male to sit across from you will be me.'"*
He just sends back a thumbs up emoji then Max focuses back on the teacher, catching up on the notes he missed during his short conversation.
It seems that he had a meeting.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max was walking out of class when he bumped into Sarah. Max looked down, then noticed her blushing face. The bit lip.
Horny.
"Yes, Sarah?" Max asked.
Sarah's eyes glanced around, then she said as quiet as possible where he could still hear her, "I need you. Please." Her voice sounds begging, and he purses his lips.
Max glances around, then grabs her wrist, starting to drag her to somewhere secluded.
He pulls her into a janitors closet, then notes her state of dress. Leggings, skirt, sweater.
He shifts a cart in front of the door, glad that it opened inward so that it blocked it off, then he dropped his backpack to the ground. "Leggings need to come off."
Sarah doesn't hesitate, dropping her backpack to the ground then moving her fingers to the edges of her waistband. The leggings come down then off, Max immediately noting that she decided not to wear panties.
Max shifts to pull himself out, muting him prematurely as he stares at the very wet entrance. He hadn't even done anything yet.
The brunette shifts to pin her to the wall, shifting a leg up under his arm as he lines up. Then he pushes himself in, hearing her make a small sound of pleasure.
Max starts pushing in and out, hearing Sarah make small sounds of pleasure as he keeps pumping in and out of her.
Her hands shift to his shoulders, grabbing onto them and squeezing quite harshly, enjoying what he was doing to her.
He hated to admit this, but he didn't want to do this. But if he had to, a quickie it was. So, he would just go until he spilled, whenever that was.
Max's hand slipped under his sweater to squeeze her breasts, noting that there wasn't a bra, and Sarah's head leaning back against the wall at the touch. She seemed to be in ecstasy, feeling him move in and out of her at a very fast pace.
She bit her lip hard enough for him to be slightly concerned, but for the benefit of not getting caught, he was willing to disregard any worry he had for the redhead.
Sarah eventually just reached down and pulled her sweater up over her tits, revealing them to him. So he leaned down and put his mouth over them, sucking on them while swirling his tongue around her nipples, Sarah letting a low moan out.
Max keeps shifting in and out of his stalker, making her go nuts at his movements, at his touch, at his mouth on her. Sarah was doing everything in her power not to moan, not to give away what they were doing to everyone passing by the door, even if it was jammed shut.
He felt her tighten around him, then felt as she came on it, biting her lip and digging her nails into his covered shoulder, riding out the orgasm from his actions.
His movements didn't slow down, instead he kept moving faster, chasing the orgasm he wanted from this as well. Pumping in and out quickly, he approached his limit then pulled out, putting his hand on her shoulder then forcing her to her knees.
He shoved his cock in her mouth, rapidly thrusting in and out before forcing it all the way in, letting it release down her throat.
Max pulls out of her mouth, pulling his pats back up before righting them. "Clean up then leave five minutes after I do." He orders, then he shifts the cart, grabbing his backpack, then walking out.
He was maybe two minutes down the hallway before a guy came up to him. "Thunderman. Hey, Thunderman!"
Max turns around, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"So, I heard you and Campbell split up, do you mind if I ask her out?"
Max gives him a look. "Define 'split'."
"Like, broke up. Everyone noticed how the dynamic duo suddenly stopped hanging out with each other, so, we assumed it would be okay, but we just wanted to be sure."
Max takes a very deep breath. "If anyone approaches Tara in a way that's not 'fanclub', I'll rip them limb from limb and enjoy every second of it. We clear?"
He nods. "Crystal." He replies, irritated, then he turns around before walking away.
Max just shakes his head before turning around and walking off.
~~~~~~~~~~
Phoebe was sulking, she fucked up with her Thundersense. He's not surprised that it went to her head, in the slightest.
It was about six-fifteen, and he was standing in front of Wong's Pizza Palace, knowing who was waiting inside. Let's hope that he would be fine with taking orders from a teen.
Max walked in, looking at the corner booths, and goddamn he followed the instructions.
In the corner of the room on the right side, a man was wearing a baseball cap backwards, leaning back against where he was sitting. He could definitely see the pepperoni pizza slid to the edge of the table, just enough to be seen from the door.
Huh. Smart guy. Making sure Max knew what pizza he ordered by making it visible.
Max walked forward, then shifted to slide directly across from him, causing the man to look up as Max grabbed a slice of pizza, putting it in his mouth.
"You've gotta be shitting me." The man said. This man looked to be in his thirties, a stubble coating his face, and when he pulled the cap off to set it on the table, he immediately noted the short hair combed to the side.
The younger one shook his head, swallowing the piece he bit off. "Nope. This is for real."
"You're, what, twelve?"
"Fifteen, actually." He replies, taking another bite of the pizza.
"I'm leaving."
He swallows quickly. "I can pay you ten grand a week." He replies, and the man immediately pauses midway through standing up, then sits back down. "That was going to be one of your first questions, right?"
"Obviously. That's kind of important. How can you afford it?" He questions suspiciously.
He had taken another bite, so he answered with his mouth full, "I put fake subscription bills onto several million and billionaires cards and they pay it without thinking. Small card pulls, keep it off of their radar. It's just one of many subscriptions." Then he finally swallows.
"Prove it." The man replies.
"Show me your ID first." Max tells him, and the man doesn't hesitate, his curiosity peaked. The older man pulls his wallet out, withdraws hos card, then hands it out to him.
Max grabs the card, then reads the name, satisfied that he's actually who he says he is. "Mark Logan." He glances up. "Anyone ever tell you that you have a basic name?"
Mark replies, "All the time." Then he holds it hand out for his card, Max giving it back.
"Max and Mark. Sounds like a good duo." He replies.
"Weren't you that kid that was accused of being the neighborhood vandal a few weeks ago?"
"I falsely confessed to that, wasn't really accused of anything. Part of a larger plan." He replies, then he pulls out his phone, pulling a bank line up and showing him the balance. Triple digits.
Mark whistles, leaning ack in his seat as Max finished his slice of pizza. "Scamming the rich, I like that. Respect. Not many at fifteen can do that."
Max replies, "Not many at fifteen own five separate fake IDs, but here we are."
Mark raises his eyebrows. "Why five?"
"That one is outside of the parameters of what you would be hired for."
Mark nods, then leans forward, folding his hands together. "That's another thing I was wondering about. The specifics of the job. Carry around a fake ID, periodically go pick something up from government holding facilities underneath that fake name, and be willing to do it for the next four to five years? This is the weirdest ad I've ever seen, and I honestly thought that this was a joke."
Max hums. "It's not, obviously. It's probably the easiest job of your life. And any trouble you get into, I'll bail you out of it. You just have to keep the ID on you at all times, and go where I tell you to go, and that's it."
Mark purses his lips. "And I get ten grand a week for doing just that?"
"Yep. Ten grand a week. For doing just that. You in?" Max asks.
Mark takes a minute, breathing out slowly. "Yeah. I'm in. What's the name of the card?"
"You'll know when you get it. For now, I need a picture of your ID." He replies, pulling out his phone.
Mark hums, then pulls the ID out again, putting it on the table, picture side up. Max opened his camera, made sure it was fully focused, then snapped a picture. "We good?" Mark asked.
Max nodded, then grabbed a napkin. "You got a pen?" Mark just pulled one out of his pocket and handed it over. Max then wrote down his number. "Text that number so I can mark it down. You'll get further instructions from there. Sound good?"
"Sounds good."
Max hums, then pulls some cash out of his wallet, dropping it on the table to cover the pizza. "Should be enough. Once I stand up, wait seven minutes, then leave after me. Don't want it to look odd, a thirty-year-old man walking out of a pizza place with a teenager. That's how people ask questions." He gives a slight smirk before standing up, watching Mark give a two finger salute as Max grabs a slice of pizza then walks out the door.
As he's walking down the street, eating the pizza, he gets a text saying that it was Mark. He just said he got it, then labeled him as 'Markie-Moo' then put his phone away.
~~~~~~~~~~
He was sitting in the kitchen, snacking on a Pop-Tart despite it being the next afternoon, when Phoebe walks in. "You good?" He asks his sister.
"I'm fine. Are you? You've been on edge for a week."
Max breathes out. "Just been busy." Both of their heads shoot up, eyes going wide, a thunder bolt appearing in their eyes. They look at each other. "Danger." He says simply.
Phoebe shakes her head. "Probably dad lying again."
"Do you really think mine would have gone off if dad was lying?" Max asks, and she pauses, then they both rush outside.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max was sitting in his Lair when he got a random text. When he checked it, it was from Tara.
After their Billy save, Max retreated into his room. And a few hours later, Tara was texting, but when he checked what it said, he bolted up out of his chair.
The text? *"'Help.'"*
~~~~~~~~~
Dead sprinting for twenty minutes wasn't a good idea, but with that text, he wasn't taking chances. He had pulled up the tracker for Tara's phone, making sure he was going into the right direction to get to her in a timely manner.
He rounded the corner into an alley, seeing older men all cornering her. Five of them, two of them over six-two. "Get the fuck away from me!" She hissed, clearly a little drunk. Makes sense, they were right outside of a bar.
"No, lady. You been teasin' me us all night. You're gonna pay up."
Max already heard enough, stepping forward and yelling, "Hey! Leave her alone!"
One of the men turns around. "And who the hell are you?"
"Someone who's not going to let you touch her." He growls, stepping forward, hands clenching together into fists.
"Oh, yeah? There's five 'a us. One 'a you." One of the ones on the side say.
Max just smirks slightly. "Five on one... I like those odds."
"This kid really think he's gonna beat us?" A different one asks, and he notes Tara frowning slightly.
Max smoothly replies, "This 'kid' is going to kick your ass. Bring it, boomers."
They frown then all five of them charge at once, and he was prepared for this.
Quick little tip; in a real fight against multiple people, they're not going to fight you on one one, that's movie and TV show writing. This, at the moment, was real life.
Two of them swung at him at the same time, so Max just pulled his body backwards, making them nearly run into each other. The three who didn't just hit each other ran in, and his eyes narrowed, locking in.
He sidestepped a punch thrown from his left, keeping his momentum from the sidestep to land an elbow into the one on the left, throwing his right fist into a jab into the one in the middles nose.
One of the men went for a charge, so he just turned, grabbing his shirt and increased the momentum by throwing him into the wall, knocking his head into it and leaving just a few drops a blood against it. He was definitely down, four left.
Max was grabbed from behind, a pair of arms locking over his chest. He could have broken out with an elbow to the gut, but he spotted two coming towards him. So, he pulled the man behind him forward, hopping then placing his boot on ones gut, kicking off through the air to kick a second one approaching in the face full force with his steel toe boot.
He used the momentum from his small flight, to let his weight drop, then as he hit the ground, used his shoulder to throw the man over him.
He stood up, stretching his shoulder a bit. It wasn't used to fights like this yet, that shoulder toss made his arm sore. He needed to get into fights more often.
His eyes went wide, a thunder bolt flashing with several warnings going through his head. On instinct, he stepped forward to avoid a punch to his left, then ducked to the ground over a hook from his back right.
He heard the sound of a fist meeting a jaw, and knew the hook hit a case of friendly fire. Seems they were down to two, as when he turned around, the one he got with the mid-air kick wasn't getting up.
Instead of getting cocky, he focuses on the last two. They seemed pretty pissed, and he would use that to his advantage. When someone was mad, especially drunk mad, it was easier to anticipate what they were doing next and react.
Because of that, he could easily tell that both of them were going to go low, thinking the other would go high.
They shifted forward, one going to his knees, then other to his gut. All he did was step back from the one going to his knees, but the one going for his gut he couldn't avoid with where his body was currently at.
Most days he was fine with being smaller, younger. But right now, his old body would have been nice, this would have been much, much faster if he had that.
They hit his gut and forced him back, but all he did was slam his fist down into their ribs, and when he shifted to slam them both into the wall, he thew a fist into the side of their head, making it bounce off of the brick.
Max turned around, sidestepping the punch and gipping their wrist, twisting their arm before shifting to slam his left arm on their elbow.
The crack was very audible, as was the scream of pain that came out of it. They grabbed their arm and hit the ground.
His eyes widened and the thunder bolt appeared in his eyes, and God was that annoying.
Max just turned enough to barely evade the swing, then he threw a counter left hook at their jaw. It connected, then he followed with a series of punch to the ribs, then delivered a powerful uppercut, all in a few seconds.
They hit the brick, and Max followed up with slamming their head into the brick wall.
They stumbled, leaning off to the side, their left side being the main side facing him. The teen put his hand in their hair before grabbing, then repeatedly slammed their skull into the brick over and over, leaving increasingly bigger red spots as they shifted down the wall.
Eventually, they were on their hands and knees. Max decided to close the fight was a big finale, taking a few steps back. Then he ran forward, delivering a powerful running kick to their face, knocking their head back into the wall hard enough to knock them clean out.
All five were down.
Max turned to Tara. "We need to leave. We don't want cops. Come on." He held out his hand, and surprisingly, she took it without hesitation.
Max and Tara then sprinted decently far away before stopping in one of the many parks. They both panted, and Max mentally noted that he desperately needed Schwoz for that super solider serum.
"Tara, what was that?" He questioned.
"Max..." She starts.
"Look, T, I get it. You fucking hate me. But a bar with how you look at all times? With how small you are? That's just asking for something to happen. What were you thinking?" Max continues.
"I was thinking that I wanted to forget you but I couldn't!" She yells.
Max pauses, giving her a look. "What?"
"I should hate you. I should despise you. I want to forget you but I fucking can't, okay? I've tried literally everything, down to sleeping with some other guys, and it didn't work. You're always in my head. I can't forget you." Tara replies.
"T-"
"I'm not done." Tara cuts him off. He keeps quiet as she continues. "You said I was only in one... 'episode'... right?" She asks, and he nods. "What episode chronologically was that?"
Max takes a second. "Episode three."
She nods. "What episode are the events happening right now?"
"Episode thirteen just concluded. Got my Thundersense." He tells her honestly.
The redhead shakes her head, feeling some tears well up. "That's why I can't hate you. I went from a special guest appearance to a regular... 'character', I guess. You made me more involved. You gave me one of the best connections I've ever had in my entire life and in the end, you told me. You were honest with me, which is already more than anyone else has ever done in my whole life. Even if it was... reality breaking. I just..." She steps forward and wraps him in a large hug, Tara squeezing as hard as she can to convey her point. "I love you."
Max tenses for half a second before he reciprocates the hug, then he replies, "I love you too, T."
She smiles, the tears still pouring down her face. "Man, you may be physically younger than me, but that mental age gap is something else. It's kind of hot."
Max snorts. "Let's never mention that to anyone ever. You're the only person who knows."
She smiles against his chest. "Really?"
He hums. "I don't trust anyone else enough to tell them. It's already enough that Maxie knows."
Tara pulls back slightly. "Maxie?"
"The old version. He's stuck in my head."
"Does that means he's seen-"
"Oh, no. I have the ability to blind, deafen, and mute him so that he has zero idea what's going on. He's never seen anything other than the start." Max tells her.
She breathes a massive sigh of relief. "That makes me feel a lot better." She hugs him again, which he reciprocates once more. "Hearing you randomly talk about things like that is going to take some used to but... I'm in."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Max smiles. "I'm glad. I need someone to talk to about those things."
Tara nods. "You know you're my boyfriend now, right?"
"Oh, really?"
"Oh, absolutely. I'm still going to let you fuck other people, just tell me about them." Tara says.
Max hums. "Only three so far. You, Cherry, and Sarah."
"You mean creepy Sarah? Your stalker Sarah?" She asked with humor in her voice.
"If you make her mind blank, you stop her from doing anything. No stalking. Plus, more willing to follow orders." Max tells her.
"Makes sense." She replies. "You know, I heard you tell that guy that if anyone approached me in a way that wasn't 'fanclub' you'd rip them limb from limb."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. It let me know that you still wanted me. So, I'm all in. And I'm all yours. Nobody else is getting into me." She informs.
"That doesn't really seem fair." Max tells her.
"Hey, the more women you get with, the better the chances of me getting a three-way. Win-win. It's fair to me, all that matters. I'm only for you, you can have whoever you want. As long as you give me details." Tara says.
Max just chuckles. "Deal, I guess."
Tara hums. "Do you want to-"
"Not until you're sober."
{A/N: This was done in one day. I am exhausted. The last part was a little bit rushed, which, I apologize for. I hope the reveal was worth the payoff. Anyways, I'll leave it here. You guys have a terrific day!}
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