[Two Months Later]
Life had a strange way of moving on, no matter how close the universe had come to disaster. Brainiac's battle had raged in space, far from Earth's reach, leaving the planet untouched. No cities reduced to rubble. No mass panic or world-ending destruction. Just another day where the heroes had saved everything before most even knew it was in danger.
And so, things returned to normal, or at least, as normal as life could be when gods, mutants, superhumans, and billionaires shared the same social circle.
[Morgan]
Morgan had gone back to college.
She had skipped a few grades, naturally. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, her intelligence made it impossible to fit in with kids her age. Not that it bothered her. If anything, she thrived. Debate clubs, engineering projects, quantum physics experiments. Well, she was already making a namse for herself.
But she never let her studies consume her entirely. She still came home, still visited Hela, Harley, Selina, and Bruce. She still sent pictures of her latest projects, still called when she needed advice (or just wanted to hear their voices). She had a life outside of them, but they were still her family.
And family was everything.
[Selina]
Selina remained at the helm of Stark Industries.
She managed the company with her usual grace—part charm, part ruthlessness, and just enough manipulation to keep the board in check. Just another day.
Stark Industries was thriving. Profits were at an all-time high, and her innovations in clean energy and advanced security systems were revolutionizing the industry.
Well, occasionally Bruce would sneak into her office and they would fuck each other like there's no tomorrow. Desk, couch, chair... Everywhere.
And she had to admit, it was fun.
[Harley]
Harley… well, Harley was still Harley.
She spent most of her time at the mutant academy, training the next generation of super-powered troublemakers. She wasn't exactly a traditional teacher. Half of her lessons involved explosives, and the other half involved breaking into top-security facilities just for "learning purposes."
And, of course, she was still up to her usual antics.
Stealing advanced tech from SHIELD and Bruce's lab. As for Stark Tower, well, she decided it'd be best to not mess with Selina again after her last warning. ("It ain't stealing if they ain't using it right!")
Raiding Clint's locker for snacks. ("Seriously, Harls, those are my limited edition protein bars!" "Yeah? Then why ain't they in yer stomach, Birdbrain?")
Pranking Mystique whenever the opportunity arose. ("Harley, what the hell is in my shampoo? Why is it all green?" "Oh, nothin'! Just a lil' color-changing formula, Blue. Hope ya like neon green!")
Despite all the chaos, she was good at what she did. The kids adored her, and under all the jokes and mischief, she was one of the best combat instructors they had. She knew what it meant to be underestimated. She knew what it meant to fight when the world expected nothing from you.
And she made sure none of those kids ever felt like they were alone.
[Hela]
And then there was Hela.
The Goddess of Balance.
She had regained her power… and then some. The surge she had felt during the orphanage explosion hadn't faded. It had remained, growing, settling into her like it had always belonged. She was still the Goddess of Death, still wielded the power to end life with a flick of her fingers. But now, she had something more. Something greater.
Creation. Protection. Balance.
And for the first time in centuries, she wasn't a conqueror. She wasn't a queen ruling through fear.
She was simply living.
Hela had chosen to stay on Earth. The stars were hers for the taking, and yet… she found herself drawn to this chaotic little world and the mortals who called it home. She sparred with Bruce and Morgan occasionally, helped Shield train the new generation Avengers and other superhumans, listened to Morgan ramble about her latest projects, and occasionally dragged Harley out of whatever mess she had gotten herself into.
It wasn't what she had imagined for herself.
It was better.
One Quiet Evening
Hela sat on the balcony of Wayne Manor, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. A cool breeze rolled in, rustling her hair. She wasn't wearing her armor, just a simple black tank top and sweatpants—things she never would have worn back in Asgard.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She turned her head slightly as Bruce walked onto the balcony, two glasses of whiskey in hand. He passed one to her before sitting beside her.
She took a sip, savoring the burn. "Do I seem like the type to have pennies for thoughts?"
Bruce smirked. "Fine. A gold coin for your thoughts."
Hela huffed a quiet laugh. She looked back at the city, at the mortals moving below, living their short but vibrant lives. "I think… I never truly understood what power was before."
Bruce raised an eyebrow. "And now you do?"
She nodded. "Power isn't just about ruling, about strength or fear. True power… is choosing not to use it. Choosing to be something more."
Bruce was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. I get that."
They sat there in comfortable silence, two warriors who had spent lifetimes fighting battles, now simply enjoying the quiet.
Then, from inside the house...
"WHO ATE ALL MY GODDAMN COOKIES?!"
Harley's voice echoed through the halls, followed by a loud crash and Morgan's panicked yell.
"IT WASN'T ME... OKAY IT WAS, BUT IN MY DEFENSE, YOU LEFT THEM UNGUARDED!"
Selina's exasperated sigh followed. "You two children better not break the sofa again."
Bruce took another sip of his whiskey, sighing. "You know… sometimes I think the criminals are less stressful than our own family."
Hela chuckled. "And yet, you wouldn't trade them for anything."
"…Yeah."
And neither would she.
[The Fallen One]
Far above Earth, in the cold, silent void of space, the Fallen One watched.
He had chosen to stay here, away from the noise and chaos of the world below. From his space station, he could see everything—the stars, the planets, the vastness of the cosmos. But more importantly, he could detect threats before they even got close to Earth.
With his cosmic power, nothing could hide from him. No invasion, no lurking danger. If anything tried to harm this world, he would know. And he would stop it.
He wasn't a hero. He wasn't one of them. But Earth had given him something no other place had... a reason to care.
This was his way of paying for his sins. And Earth was his new home.
And for that, he would protect it.
...
[A few days later...] [Sue's penthouse]
The kitchen smelled like home. Garlic sizzling in butter, the rich aroma of seared meat, the faint sweetness of fresh-cut vegetables. It was peaceful, domestic, and...
Sue giggled as Bruce's lips brushed against her neck for the fifth time in the past two minutes.
"Bruce," she warned, barely suppressing a smile. "If you keep that up, I'm going to..."
"What?" he murmured against her skin, his hands resting on her waist as he pressed closer. "Lose focus?"
She rolled her eyes, shifting the knife in her hand to continue slicing the vegetables. "You know I have a knife in my hand, right?"
"Mhm." Bruce wasn't fazed in the slightest. His lips skimmed just beneath her ear before he leaned in, voice low and teasing. "You expect me to control myself when you are cooking in nothing but an apron?" His hands tightened on her waist as he pressed his body against hers, and Sue's breath hitched, her heartbeat quickening as a shiver ran up her spine. She could feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat of his skin against her bare back as he kissed her shoulder, leaving a trail of fire across her skin.
She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.
Bruce kissed her back, following her spine with his lips, slow and teasing. She knew what he was doing—she had a weakness for back kisses. God, it was so unfair how good he was at this.
He went on his knees and spread her butt cheeks open.
"Oh, my," He kissed her butt cheeks. "Someone's dripping already."
Sue was about to respond when he pushed his face between soft butt cheeks and started licking her.
"Fuck!"
His tongue lapped at her sensitive folds, exploring her. Her whole body shivered and she let out a sigh. His hands were on her thighs now, pushing her legs apart. His tongue moved from her pussy to her ass, making her squirm.
"Bruce... ah! I'm supposed to be... ah... cooking dinner!"
Her words trailed off as he pushed his tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out while squeezing her thighs.
"No one's stopping you," he murmured into her ass, sending another shiver through her body.
Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the knife again. She cut the last few veggies quickly, then set them aside before grabbing two handfuls of Bruce's hair and pushing his face deep into her ass, and then she began to rock her hips. She heard his muffled moans as his mouth continued to devour her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, arching her back, and moaned his name, grinding her ass against his face.
"God! I'm close... Just a bit more..."
Bruce gripped her thighs tighter as he kept eating her out, not letting up for even a second. She felt her orgasm building, her whole body tensing up as she pushed harder against him.
Finally, she came.
"FUCK~ GOD~!" She cried out, clutching his hair as her body shook and spasmed, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Bruce held her steady, supporting her as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she finally regained control of her limbs, she released his hair and turned around. Bruce smirked up at her, his chin glistening with her juices.
Bruce stood up and licked his lips, "That was a delicious starter."
She slapped his arm, laughing. "You're unbelievable."
"I know." He winked, then leaned forward and kissed her deeply.
They stood like that for several moments, lost in each other's arms, before Bruce pulled away. Sue took a bottle of whipped cream...
"Now, why don't you take over while I have my starter?"