Green's Residence – Dinning Room
New York, Broklynn – Williamsburg
Friday, 8:00 am
Max sat at the dinning table, his suit jacket draped over the chair. Schematics and notes scattered before him. He rubbed his temples, exhaustion and frustration weighing heavy in his eyes.
Emily entered, raising an eyebrow at his disheveled state.
Emily: "Max, you're a mess this morning. What happened at Stark?"
Max: "Fired. Tony said my project was too dangerous—called me reckless. Like I'm some mad scientist playing with fire."
Emily sighed, folding her arms.
Emily: "You're not broke, Max. But I can see this is tearing you up."
Just then, Riley came in, her Midtown High jacket on, backpack slung over one shoulder.
Riley: "Dad? You look like you didn't sleep."
Max gave a tired smile.
Max: "Feels like I didn't."
Evelyn bounced in behind her sister, clutching her favorite stuffed animal.
Evelyn: (Tilts head, slightly) "Daddy, can we go to the park later?"
Max's face softened at the sight of his youngest.
Max: "Absolutely, pumpkin. First thing after I clear my head."
Emily sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Max: (warmly) "I love you both." He patted Evelyn's head gently.
Max: (looked up to Riley) "Go on, you'll be late for school."
Riley nodded, opening the door. She waved back.
Riley: (waving) "Bye Mom, Dad. See you!"
Both smiled warmly.
Emily: (smiles)"Look at her... all grown up."
Max: (sighed deeply) "Yeah."
Emily scooted closer, resting her head on his shoulder, hand on his thigh, eyes filled with worry.
Emily: "Honey," (shewhisperedsoftly) "Max? Look at me." (she gently lifted his chin)
Emily: "Max, everything will be fine. Don't stress over Stark firing you." (Her eyes brimmed with concern and hurt)
Max met her gaze, sighing.
Max: "I don't know, Emily."
Emily: "Be normal, Max... please." (Hervoicegentlebuturgent) "I'm here." (She hugged him tightly)
Her face buried in his shoulder.
Emily: (voice cracking)"I hate seeing you like this."
Max: "I know, honey." (He stroked her hair gently) "I'll be fine. I promise." (He wrapped his arm around her)
Emily gasped softly, leaning deeper into him. She looked up, eyes full of care.
Emily: (filled with love) "I love you, honey. But you really need to rest right now."
Max nodded, savoring this intimate, consoling moment with his beloved wife.
Max: (calmly, smiling) "I love you too, honey."
Green Residence – Home Lab
New York, Brooklyn – Williamsburg
Friday, 3:00 pm
Max awoke groggily, the lingering weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. Five hours of sleep hadn't been enough to clear his mind or ease his frustration. He rubbed his face, sighed deeply, then stood and stretched.
The house was quiet except for the faint hum of electronics in the adjacent room. He walked down the hall to his private lab—his sanctuary and prison all at once.
Inside, the dim glow of monitors illuminated scattered papers, open notebooks filled with sketches and formulas, and a carefully sealed case containing vials and samples.
Max's eyes locked on the vial he prized most: the S⁴ serum (super soldier serum sample).
His hands trembled slightly as he picked it up, placing a few drops under the microscope. The familiar scent of antiseptic mingled with the stale air of old books and soldering fumes.
Hours passed as Max became lost in the swirling microscopic world, adjusting lenses, running digital simulations, cross-referencing biophysical data, muttering equations under his breath.
Then, with a sudden sharp inhale, he felt it—the breakthrough.
The formula lay clear before him, encoded in the patterns of the blood's unique molecular structure: a way to replicate the Super Soldier Serum.
His heart pounded. The dream he'd held onto for so long was suddenly within reach.
Max leaned back, his mind racing with visions of a Captain America clone—a perfect soldier, a weapon against threats too great for ordinary men.
But fate had other plans. So did Tony Stark predict.
MEANWHILE...
Covert Rooftop – 200 Meters Away
New York, Brooklyn – Williamsburg
Friday, 7:56 pm
Hidden in the shadows, Natasha Romanoff crouching, her black tactical suit blending. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, framed by the sniper's scope, zeroed in on the target: the vial resting on Max's lab table.
Her finger curled around the trigger.
A single shot rang out—sharp and precise.
Inside the lab.
The bullet shattered the window glass with a loud crash, sending shards flying.
The vial tipped. Blood spilled across the floor in slow motion, pooling uselessly on the cold tiles.
Max's eyes widened in horror, but before he could react, a voice crackled through the comm-link.
Natasha: "It's done." Her tone was icy calm, the faintest hint of satisfaction underneath
FLASHBACK...
Stark Industries – Stark's Office
Friday, Earlier that day.
Tony hovered mid-air in his Iron Man suit, the skyline of New York sprawling beneath him.
His comm-link buzzed.
Tony: "JARVIS status on the A.C.S.D machine? Has it been fully destroyed?"
J.A.R.V.I.S: "Scanning complete. The machine has been rendered inoperative, sir."
Tony frowned.
Suddenly, a lab technician's feed popped up on his HUD.
Lab Crew: "Sir, the machine is destroyed as requested. However, The S⁴ serum Captain Rogers' blood sample is unaccounted for—it's missing."
Tony: (jawtightened)"JARVIS" (His voice commanding but still polite)
J.A.R.V.I.S: "Yes Mr Stark?"
Tony: "Put Romanoff on the line"(voice calm, collective)
J.A.R.V.I.S: "Affirmative, Dialing Romanoff"
After 10 seconds of ringing.... Romanoff answers the call.
Natasha: "What? You don't usually pick up, now calling me? What's your catch?"
Tony: (playfully) "Natasha, sweetie, can you take care of cap for me? Don't want Cap's blood falling into the wrong hands."
Tony sends her all the Information.
Natasha: (playfully, a bit of naughty) "You want me to clean up your little mess?"
Tony: (smirked) "You know me so well Romanoff don't you?"
Natasha's voice came through with a teasing chuckle.
Natasha: (playful) " You really thought you could keep secrets from me, Stark? Your currently busy redirecting a missile from New York. Aren't you" (a smirk crosses her face)
Tony flys over to the missile griping his arms beneath it, Redirecting it towards the sky. As it flew further and it blasted.
Tony: "Andddd. that does it, Hah..."
Turns over to New York, scapes the entire city with a smile on his face. He turns towards Avenger's Tower, flys high speed. Lands the iconic Iron Man landing on the Helipad area
Tony: (smirks) "Okay wrap it up Romanoff, enough fun for today. Times up."
Back to Rooftop.
Natasha slipped away to a nearby rooftop 200 meters above the lab, finding the perfect vantage point. The wind was cool, and the city buzzed faintly below.
She lined up her shot, timing it to perfection.
"Breathe, Romanoff" (says to herself, steadying her breath)
Natasha: (Focused) "Just a few adjusts to the right and" (concentrating at the vial, adjusting the gun for the best angle)
Her calm breath synchronized with the rhythm of the city as she fired again—ensuring no chance remained for Max to recover the blood.
Inside the lab.
Max stared at the shattered vial in disbelief, his dreams dissolving with the blood spilled on the floor. The S⁴ serum was done for completely wasted
He dropped to his knees, fists clenched.
Max: "Damn you Stark" (He strikes his hand on the ground just above the spilled vial)
Natasha: (casually) "Just as you asked"
Brooklyn – Green's Residence – Home Lab
Friday, 8:34 pm
Max knelt in the mess of shattered glass and red serum, his eyes fixated on the blood trickling into the floor's grooves. His fists trembled—rage and disbelief consuming every corner of his mind.
Everything. Gone.
His breakthrough. His proof. His purpose.
Max:
"No… no, no, no!"
He slammed his fists on the ground, the echo thudding against the cold metal walls. The monitors flickered in the background, a silent reminder of how close he'd come.
Max: (His mind raced). "DAMN IT"
Max: (countless possibilities in his head)
"How did they know? How did Stark know I had the blood?"
He Grabs his chin and started Pondering. He rose slowly, like a man crawling out of a grave. His hands smeared with red, his expression distant… empty.
But behind his eyes—something was building.
Not grief.
Not guilt.
Something darker. Sharper. A plan.
Her wife thuds the door open and rushes towards him, hugging him tighly from behind.
Emily: (concerned about her husband, breaks)
"MAX STOP THIS PLEASE." (Crying out loud, hugging him more tightly) "I HEARD THE SHOTT MAX" (tears streaming down her face)
Max grips her arms around him tighter. Hurting from what his actions make his loved ones suffer. He turns around and hugs her himself.
Max: (his heart aching at this sight of her)
I..Im sorry my dear." A tear escapes his eye, he tightens the hug.
Emily: (Breaking down in his arms, voice cracking, tears falling)
"I WAS SOO SCARED MAX!! I THOUGHT YOU...YOU..you got shot." She cries more just of thinking it, as she buried her face into his chest.
Max: (consoling her, stroking her hair)
"There, there stop crying I'm okay.. I love you." Hurting at the sight of her like this, his handsoothing Emily's Back) "It's okay, everything is okay.. I'm Okay honey stop crying."
After a couple of minutes she calmed down. As she pulled away enough to see Max, her eyes locked to his, like she was scared.. scared of losing her love. Scared of losing her children's father.
Emily: (desperate, vulnerable, breaking apart)
"Please Max.. Stay with us we All need you. I need you, Evelyn & Riley needs you. We love you.. So please don't risk your life. Think about us Max. About me.. Please stop Max."(She tucked more into him, clinging onto him more as if she never wanted to leave, as if he's about to die, she gave into him completely, absolutely because she knows without him she's lost.
She was begging Max, Just to leave it all for her, for their children.. Max strokes her hair with utmost care. Gentle as if he was touching a flower, he wiped her tears slowly .
Max: (Vulnerable and completely drained)
"Okay I promise. I won't leave ever you guys on your own." (Tears streaming down his eyes, he made a promise to his wife, his family, he continues to stroke Emily's hair, kisses her hair, he didn't leave he embraced this moment) "I love you Emily stop crying.. "I love you soo much.. I love all of you, and I promise I won't leave you, to suffer alone..." (Today Max gave in this moment, his burdens burned to ash in this moment, he gave it all.. everything into Emily's arms.
But in Max's heart he was still going to Repay Stark for what he did. The hatred inside him burned like fuel, just to ignite his insides more. And this incident just fueled his hated for Tony Stark himself. He fired him humiliated him and his Creation, and made her wife cry. His fuel just burned up like nothing before.
Max: (eyes burning with hatred and love, lost in thoughts, Emily still in her arms)
"Tony Stark youuu.. youu cause all this.. Because of you this happened, and I will have my revenge.(He still in completely numb in Emily's arms, only thoughts of Stark in his head and his family, Love and hatred)
Emily:(softy)
"Honey, stop hmmm?" (She smiles) "I'm sorry I made you stress" (Slight pause) "I love you, I love you so much, Max (her arms now wrapped around his neck, she tilts her head to the right) "won't you say it back Honey? (She wipes his eyes, kisses him on the cheek and his forehead "honey say somethin... I'm worried about you.."
Max: (finally speaks)
"I love you too Emily, I love all 3 of you" a small smile came across his face) "anyway ouchh this floor is hard.
Emily: (playfully)
" Why?? I LOVE THIS FLOOR (playfully chuckles, tilts her head to the right) heheh.. come on now.. Let's eatt, I made your Favvv today" (she leans in, forehead to forehead, she whispers) "Max I'll be waiting for you, att the dinning room.. hehehe. (Kisses his forehead again) "Such a cry baby.. I love you.. (whispers again) "come eat naa.. it's grilled lamb over tummeric rice. (She stands up) "I'm going to serve. Join us okay?
Max: (nodds):
"Hmmmm.."
Emily leaves the lab room with a wide smile on her face and her mood is boosted. She goes to the kitchen and pours food into 4 plates, fills a water jug, sets the dinning table. Places the food on the table, puts the water jug in the middle and after places 2 glass besides the jug.
Green's Residence – Dining Room
New York, Brooklyn – Williamsburg
Friday, 8:45 pm
The air was warm with the rich, savory scent of grilled lamb and turmeric rice. Emily set the platter at the center of the table, steam rising like a quiet exhale as the golden rice surrounded the perfectly seared lamb slices.
Max sat at the table in a fresh shirt, cleaned up but clearly still shaken. His eyes looked worn but present.
Riley sat across from him, arms crossed, her fork idle on the napkin.
Riley (quietly):
"You barely said a word since you came outta the shower."
Max glanced at her, then down at the plate Emily was serving him.
Max:
"I'm trying to make tonight normal again. Even if just for a little."
Emily handed plates around, her expression soft but alert, like she was watching for aftershocks.
Emily:
"Let's eat before it gets cold."
Evelyn dug in with no hesitation.
Evelyn (cheerfully, through a mouthful):
"Mom, this lamb is so good!"
Riley:
"Yeah, it's amazing." (glances at Max) "You hungry?"
Max nodded, finally picking up his fork.
Max:
"Starving, actually."
They ate in a moment of quiet. The spices filled the room with comfort—cumin, turmeric, black pepper, all melting into the warmth of the evening.
Riley (softly):
"You know, I never see you eat with us anymore."
Max: (pauses, then quietly)
"I know. I've missed it."
He took a bite, then let out a breath like he hadn't realized how much he needed this.
Emily:
"You don't have to carry everything alone, Max."
Max: (barely above a whisper)
"Yeah… I'm starting to get that."
He looked at Riley, then Evelyn—then back to Emily.
Max:
"I don't deserve this... but I'm grateful for it."
Emily:
"Don't talk like that. Just be here. That's enough."
The room settled into a calm, warm rhythm—forks clinking, soft laughter from Evelyn, Riley leaning back in her chair finally relaxed, Max chewing slower, really tasting the food for once.
Tonight, the world could wait.
Right—grilled lamb over turmeric rice, not lasagna! My bad, bro. Let me fix that and keep the vibe you had in mind:
Green's Residence – Dining Room
New York, Brooklyn – Williamsburg
Friday, 8:45 pm
The air was warm with the rich, savory scent of grilled lamb and turmeric rice. Emily set the platter at the center of the table, steam rising like a quiet exhale as the golden rice surrounded the perfectly seared lamb slices.
Max sat at the table in a fresh shirt, cleaned up but clearly still shaken. His eyes looked worn but present.
Riley sat across from him, arms crossed, her fork idle on the napkin.
Riley (quietly):
"You barely said a word since you came outta the shower."
Max glanced at her, then down at the plate Emily was serving him.
Max:
"I'm trying to make tonight normal again. Even if just for a little."
Emily handed plates around, her expression soft but alert, like she was watching for aftershocks.
Emily:
"Let's eat before it gets cold."
Evelyn dug in with no hesitation.
Evelyn(cheerfully, through a mouthful):
"Mom, this lamb is so good!"
Riley:
"Yeah, it's amazing." (glances at Max) "You hungry?"
Max nodded, finally picking up his fork.
Max:
"Starving, actually."
They ate in a moment of quiet. The spices filled the room with comfort—cumin, turmeric, black pepper, all melting into the warmth of the evening.
Riley (softly):
"You know, I never see you eat with us anymore."
Max: (pauses, then quietly)
"I know. I've missed it."
He took a bite, then let out a breath like he hadn't realized how much he needed this.
Emily:
"You don't have to carry everything alone, Max."
Max: (barely above a whisper)
"Yeah… I'm starting to get that."
He looked at Riley, then Evelyn—then back to Emily.
Max:
"I don't deserve this... but I'm grateful for it."
Emily:
"Don't talk like that. Just be here. That's enough."
The room settled into a calm, warm rhythm—forks clinking, soft laughter from Evelyn, Riley leaning back in her chair finally relaxed, Max chewing slower, really tasting the food for once.
Tonight, the world could wait.
*R.18* Warning ⚠️
Green's Residence – Master Bedroom
Brooklyn, NY – Williamsburg
Friday, 10:52 PM
The door clicked shut behind them.
Max kissed her before the lights were even off. Hands in her hair, breaths already shaky. Emily responded instantly, gripping his shirt, walking him backward toward the bed.
Clothes came off in silence—until the silence broke.
Thud—his belt.
Slide—her jeans.
Whisper—the sheets folded beneath them as they collapsed together and the welcomed their weight.
Thud—his belt dropped.
Slide—her blouse whispered against the wood.
Flick—her bra unclasped.
Slide—her jeans.
Rustle—the sheets shifted as they fell back onto the bed, the sheets folded beneath them as they collapsed together.
Then came the sounds he'd been craving for months.
Her breath hitched as he kissed down her neck.
She let out a soft moan—low, hushed, but real.
Emily (whispered, breathless):
"Max…"
That one word hit deeper than anything else. It wasn't just want—it was need.
His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her in closer. Skin to skin now, heat rising between them. Her fingers dug into his back, pulling him even closer, and—
Claps. Deep
Emily: (moans): Mmmnnn, soo bigg. I love you
(whispers) "Ahh.. ahhh.. take it slow ok?
(Max): (nods) " I love you too honey.. (leans down to kiss)
Emily kisses him back like she was a slut.. I slut who'd just wanna be a slave. They kissed wildly, as Max thrusts slowly inside her and his hands running all over her chest,which he alternated between twisting twitching, teasing, pulling her nipples. She was having too many sensations, was shivering like a slave being put to place. She looked at him with love he didn't speak but his eyes spoke everything.
Their bodies met with a force that felt like a release of everything they'd been holding in. Then again.
Clap — Beatt.. ~ Clamp ~ Beat..— Phsstt
(she was having her day, Max's thrust hitted her just right, as she rubs her clit simontaneously)
Emily: H–Holy...Fuuckk..!!! Ahhhhh Max Slow down..!
(she orgasmed as her body trembling and squirted, she digs holes in Max's Back)
"Ooohh... My...FFuuckkk...!" (she's totally under Max and feels him inside herrr) "I love.. That big cock..! FUCCKKKK!!!!!
Emily:
(Her body arcs against Max's, she squeaks as she cumms)
Beat.. thrust.. Beat.. Deep thrust
Emily:(eyes widen, in complete ecstasy, breathing paused, her body tensed)
[Moans loudly, body arcs upwards] AA–Ahhhhhhhh....! (Squirts) FUCCCCKKKKK..! Stoopp thrusting I'm gonna cum... FUCKKKK,.!
Thrust... B–Beat.. Beat.
(Closes eyes, body tensed, holding breath)
[Squeaks out loud.]
Nngggghhhhhh....
Deep thrusts.. Beat. Beat. Beat...Beat
(Tenses again, stoping breath)
[Arc's against Max, squirts]
Ahhhhhhhh..!Fuuuuckkk..! Goshhh (teary eyes)
Deep, Gspot Thrusts Heartbeat skipping.
(Body tenses, stops breathing)
[Body drops, grabs sheet, squirts heavily]
Oooooohh.. Nnyyaaaahh. I..fuckin love you..!
(Panting, heavily)
Slow-pased, DeepSmacking.
(Body tenses again, holds breath)
[One hand on sheet and one pinching into Max's forearm, she squirts, intensely]
FFFFUUUUUCCKKK....! You STUD!&/_'&;
Fast-paced, Deep thrusts.. hearthate high.
(Tenses again, holding onto Max's Forearms for dear life, Holding her Breath)
[Squirts so intensely]
Stoop!!! Thrusting, Aaaaaahhhhhh..! Ohhh fuckk..! so much orr....agaa..smms!!!
(Catching her breath, her chest moving up and down rapidly,)
Max: (gasping for breath)
"I'm cumming honey! I love you so much. Please be the one, just you and me"
Emily: (teary eyes, filled with love and desire, she moans)
"Nggghhh.. hufff! Mmmmn..! Haahh.. Aaaaahhhhhh..!" Come on tiger fill me.. ohh fuckkk. FILL ME UP TIGER (she playfully rawrs but still teary eyes and holding for her dear life)
Max cums thrusts really fast into her and the suddenly stops, as he orgasmed inside her she was filled with joy, love, relief, warmth.. for her it was her husband just wanting her so badly, that makes her happy and makes him wanna be there for him always. Her mind is blank right, so many sensations, she can't take at once.
Max: (cumms inside her, grunts, groans make vulnerable cute noices)
hahh..! hahh..! Ugggh.. ahhhhh as he (continues to cum inside her, she leaned and kisses him, feeling his orgasm inside her, she smirks).
Emily:(Kissing)
"Mmmmuaaahh" 💋💋💋... (Breaks the kiss, her lips against his) "I fucking love you Max" I really fucking love you so much. (Kissed on cheek) "Thank you honey, we needed this"
Max: (lays beside her, smiles, stroking her hair gently)
"I love you too, your my only woman" (winks, eyes filled with love)
Emily smiled at his words, her heart feeling complete once again, and after a cuddle session they went round 2, max needed this as well as her only woman Emily needed this too,
They were cherishing every moment every touch, every kiss, every thrust, every moan, every climax, made them closer.
Rhythmic. Intense. Real.
The headboard tapped the wall softly. Their breaths quickened. Moans escaped lips freely now, not hidden or shy. Just pure need and ecstasy, he loved his woman and she loved him back equally,
Emily (panting): "I missed this... I missed you."
(She's a moaning mess now, as he smacks her asscheeks, as her ass jiggles he keeps the pace with her)"Ohhhhh Fuuuuckk..! Pleasee.. Max! Fuckinngg.. Fuuuckk me" (begging like a bitch for more)
Max: (grinns , groans and slaps her check again) "You're... so fine...! (Groans, fucking her like she's a little bitch) "I.. fuckkin love yooouu..! I love every single part of you"
Max: (grunting, moving hard, as if he was )
Gosshhh... your tight as Evverr...! Fuck, mmmnn.! Fuck!. (Smacks her ass)
..! Ahhh..! Yess.. just like that.. move those asscheeks!"
Emily:(Moans) "Aahhhh..! ohh godddd...! I cann..t!" (trembling in ecstasy, but keeps moving her ass) "ngghh..! hhaah! hafftt..! Mmnnn..! Holy.. fuuucck" (Moaning even louder, shes totally roughed by Max, Each thrust, each clap, each clamp, each smack, makes her want him more) your amaaazingggah..! aahhhh..! Fuuuuuucck.
(She's totally wrapped beneath Max, she's still getting pounded, deep)
He didn't speak just clamps her juicy ass—his mouth was too busy kissing her collarbone, moving to her jaw, then meeting her lips again. Their rhythm deepened, matching the rising pace of their heartbeats. While she bounced on his dick. Her facial expressions were so slut like.
Clamp ~ smack~ Thud~ Smash ~ Clap
Sheets tangled. A gasp. A sharp breath.
A low groan from Max—his voice raw, buried against her shoulder.
(she whispered his name again)—oh Max,Max! I love you..! Max..! And it hitted him straight to his heart, his body shivering into her, as they both cum again.
Emily stops riding him, as she feels his semen fill inside her, she falls on top of him and her hands on Max's chest, she's a total moaning mess, shes struggling to catch her breath, cum all around thier genitals, she never felt so alive, she loves Max's need for her this, she'd sacrifice herself for him without hesitation shes just so determined. {A woman in love can do anything for her man} she slips her hands away from his chest and wraps her arms around his neck pressing herself closing to him. Like she never wants this moment to end. Just him and her, no one else. She kisses his forehead and then kisses his whole face, Max's face is filled with lipsticks strains and love bites, he wraps his arms around her too. And they fall asleep in this heartwarming, intimate moment between the 2 husband wife.