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The high from getting to enjoy a titfuck from Black Widow was having him linger around longer and Richard did had superpowers, he was just not aware to the extent of them. He was now slowly getting less restrained, after all, what's a teen to do with a power that works almost on the automatic?

He decided to try and boost himself up, trying to mold his body after the superheroes he's seen his entire life: granting endurance and strength were easier than imagined, but it seemed that the longer he used his power - the longer the migraine he got while using it got worse. So, as anyone with a semblance of normality, he decided to stop overusing his power now.

"Well, looks like the streets of New York are quieter than usual... When I didn't get this totally sweet powers, someone broke out of the raft every single Friday!"

The boy complained, losing his steam of running through alleys or just getting himself lost around places he never visited in New York, intending to spend hours just going around the city, but he failed. Not going out a lot just meant that he had little knowledge of the nooks and crannies of the city, meaning he got lost fast and bored. He was kind needing a little injection of excitement after what has been happening to him during the week... And that thought is immediately thrown away the moment he feels the buzz of his phone, highlighting his aunt Michelle's worries about him not being home and that got the teen to look at the clock. It was certaintly past his due time and 25 minutes later than he usually is when getting home from class, the fight with the H.A.M.M.E.R. agents and the reward he got from Natasha did took some time.

The subway ride home was half part of that, the tall teen stopped a purse robber and wrestled a D-list Spider-Man villain, he was sure it was one of the more obscure ones who vie for attention, but it was not exactly noteworthy given the teen's newly enhanced strength and endurance. He liked picking the subway time to time, even if the walk back home was relatively short, something about being the passenger and not needing to worry about his next destination really spoke to him at some level.

The steps to the apartment building were quicker than usual, and opening the door was a bit more nerve wracking than before, seen as he was never prepared to be greeted by a woman in a tank top and daisy dukes. Did he really changed reality to have Jessica be his aunt consciously? Because if so, he was slowly starting to understand that he might actually have a type...

"Your aunt almost got me to pick you up, you got her worried."

"Sorry, I was... busy. Things popped up and there was this weird guy on the subway named The Ringer, and-"

He was cut out by her instantly looking for any signs of wounds on his body, while ushering him inside. Her hands patted around his frame, checked his backpack to see if there was any bloodied tissues or the odd test of gripping his limbs hard to check dislocations around his limbs. Richard was never prepared for that and his eyes just reacted on automatic to being glued on the milky cleavage barely restrained in the old band tank top, it was purely instinctual and in some level, it was his inner self trying to find a way out.

But all that brought to him was merely a boner, and since the teen wasn't on the smaller side, he was utterly afraid of her finding out - with the mental image of seeing her ass clad in that red lingerie, which just made his erection tent out his shorts and-

"Ah. That is the problem! You know you shouldn't be afraid to... be like this. I know you're in that age."

"U-uhm, it's not that I-No, uhm, its that I... Was busy fighting crime..."

"You defeated a supervillain? What's next, you met an Avenger?"

"Actually... No."

He decided to keep his encounter with Black Widow a secret from his aunt as she raised her eyebrows, but dissolved into a fit of genuine chuckles. For some reason unknown to Ritchie, seeing Jessica more carefree like this really made his heart flutter with warmth, almost as if the fake familial bond created by his powers slowly took a hold on him as well.

"Richard Jackson Brown! Where were you the whole afternoon?!"

The pair in the living room was found by a concerned/slightly irritated Michelle, who was also dressed down to her casual clothes, as she walked close to both her wife and nephew, eyeing his frame to check if anything was out of the ordinary. That was followed by a sigh and another hug, this time a less awkward one, since he was used to his aunt Misha's more fiercer ones.

And after this small moment, it was kind of near dinner time, so Michelle just anticipated it - much to Richard grandfather's displeasure, but it was overall a nice small family moment for everyone involved. The teen got to see his family dynamics not be interfered with the addition of an extra member, in fact, it seems things got less stale than before. His grandpa seemed less crankier seeing that his daughter had found someone to love, his aunt was smiling more and even flirting - a scene he got to see for the first time - , while he himself felt a bit more confident, it was like having a cool role model without much of the flash.

"Jess, could you do dishes today? I gotta work on that report and finish the line of thought I was on."

"Sure thing, Misha. Knock yourself out."

The black haired woman got up and nonchalantly fixed her daisy dukes, with secretly-not-so-secretly both the boy and his grandfather unconsciously eyeing how the shorter denim fabric cling to her derriere, the fabric even molding to her ever so slightly - before they were both busted by an eye roll of hers. Moreso directed at the elder man than the 19 year old.

"Since you're staring, Ritchie, why don't you come and help your aunty out? You've been strange these last few days. It will be good to bond with my little superhero~"

She was clearly teasing him, seeing as she riffed him on what he told her earlier about his slight heroic exploits - which did reminded him of making himself a costume - before he got up to join her at the small apartment kitchen. The place was tiny and cramped, definitely not a good combo for a healthy teen and his sexily dressed aunt, but if everything went wrong, he could always use his powers to fix it. At least, that's the gist he's been getting in the last days or so.