The new Marvel

Chapter 10

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The Newest Marvel

*** A month later- Xavier Institute, Hank McCoy Lab- Infirmary Wing ***

"Mmmm, Mr. Kent." A very feminine voice moaned in a very sensual manner.

Clark had to steel himself as he tried very hard to ignore the comment from the young nubile teen, who smooth creamy white legs he was currently holding in his hands.

'I'm not Hal, I'm not Hal, I'm NOT Hal!' Clark repeated the mantra in his mind as he felt the leg of Irma Cuckoo allegedly for pain she felt.

"How about here? Any pain here?"

"Mmm, no Mr. Kent, go higher," Irma Cuckoo, the pretty blonde clone/sisters of Emma Frost gave him a look he did not want to describe in too much detail. The blonde teen was seated on the those exam bed often found in doctor's office, only this one was customized with X motif. Clark looked down where was already touching her thigh, the other leg, she said, was fine.

'Any higher and it'd become indecent!' Clark thought to himself as he was already at her skirt line, her very short skirt. He looked back up at the triplet who was face seem to shift back to be of one in pain. He was almost absolutely sure the girl was faking it, damn near positive but... at the same time he couldn't just dismiss her in case there was a real problem that she'd complained about.

'Why is it always like this when I'm on infirmary duty!'

"Mr. Kent~~~" Irma plead softly, there was a hint of barely contained pain in her voice. "It's hurting again, please~~~"

Clark looked at the screen to his left and thought to call perhaps one of the other X-women in here to do this examination, but then it would feel like he was unable to do his job. They hired him to assistant in things like this, what does that say about him if he can't handle a couple of teenage girls?!

Damn it! He was a professional! With that thought in his head Clark moved his hand up further up and was now underneath her skirt.

"Oh~~~~ Mr. Kent!"

+++ Lunch Break +++

Clark let his head dropped onto his work space with a heavy thud. Not satisfied, he raised it up again and dropped it once more. Then again and again, and finally one more for good measure.

"Rough morning Clark?" Hank who was working on analyzing existing mutant genome from the nearby works place asked with some mild amusement.

Clark glared at the large animal like man, he looked almost comical in a lab coat. Clark took a piece of paper, balled it up, and toss it at the mutant. Hank let it hit him good naturedly as he let out a deep rumbling laugh.

"What? I figure a guy your age wouldn't mind all the pretty girls vying for your attention."

Clark groaned as he once more let his head dropped to his desk with a heavy thud. Morning was rough and it did not help that the triplets will now forever be associated with sheer white lace in his mind from now on.

'I'm not Hal, I'm not Hal, I'M NOT HAL!'

Clark was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone beeped. Checking it quickly he saw it was a message form Jean asking if he'd like to join her in her office for lunch. Now that brighten up his mood considerably.

"Going to Jean's?" Hank asked without looking away whatever he was working on. Before he could even replied Hank continued.

"Send her my best, and let her know I need more X-20 Solution, I haven't seen the shipment yet."