The new Marvel

Chapter 13

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Marvel

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!"