Weird Science Fair

It was officially Saturday and he was at the movies with his sister, his best friend/whatever the f**k him and Tara were, and his sisters best friend that he had happened to make orgasm a week or two ago.

He was currently in his seat, sitting between Tara and Cherry, Phoebe absolutely locked onto the movie. He was, of course, wearing a leather jacket with his jeans, t-shirt, and boots. There was a t-shirt thrown on underneath it, having just a skull with the color of the American flag thrown on it, however the blue was replaced with the black from it due to the shirt being naturally that color.

Now, he was relatively calm and the movie was not half bad. It was a movie about a superhero... who could fly... fighting someone with the same... powers... Yeah, this was this worlds version of Man of Steel, and no, it surprisingly enough not about Thunder-Man. The characters were made up, no superheroes from this world was used.

It was good, but honestly, he preferred his worlds version of this movie. Man of Steel was better than this because there was more impact. Plus he was more familiar with Superman from what comics he had read as a kid and from whatever he picked up as an adult from various other media, such as Young Justice, the original Justice League animated series', the DCAMU, the DCEU... yeah, he was a nerd in his past life.

He felt a hand place itself on the front of his pants, and he turned to the right, spotting Cherry looking a him, biting her lip. He raised an eyebrow as her hand shifted back and forth on the front of his jeans. Her eyes darted behind him to his left, looking at Tara focused on the movie, the goth grinning as she put some popcorn in her mouth.

Max glanced over to Cherry. Maxie tried to start. "'Phoebe's best friend? What the-'" He got muted as he tried, and Maxie idly mentioned that at this point, if he spammed muting he could keep Maxie silent all day. But that took a h**l of a lot of effort. However he was now once again out of practice, though he was fine with this.

Look at it this way, during the early seasons of the show he was in, The Thundermans, while they are superheroes and do use their powers, they never face any threats that require special tricks. He could theoretically go the entire first season without practicing with his powers, just reading the book, studying, and getting set up with everything that he needed to do to push what he needed to do for season two and beyond.

He was also currently working on a way to find Schwoz from Henry Danger. As a pen pal thing, to bounce ideas off of because he knew the man was the only one crazy enough to actually do it. He knew that Henry Hart, which looked like Flunky (which he was so glad to have been able to avoid) would only become Kid Danger next year, so it would be until then for Schwoz to settle down.

However, he knew that the last piece of what he needed to complete his super soldier serum, was a natural resource native to Schwoz's home country, and outsiders were not allowed, and nothing was ever shipped out from said country.

Schwoz needed to get it. And he needed to get that trust from him. He didn't know if he would be able to find the man, so this whole project could be put on hold for at least another year as he waited for Schwoz to return to Swellview. So for now, he had it all in his scientific notebook, stored in the same safe as his Anti-Hero sketchbook, in the wall behind the Colosso portrait.

Where was he again? Oh, right, Cherry was currently rubbing her hand on the top of his pants. By the fact that she was still lustfully staring at him, that entire thought process happened in seconds. While his headcanon was that Maxie had a photographic memory originally, the fact that he was at this point and he was confident that he didn't even think this fast in his old life only further solidified this.

Guess the headcanon was canon. Fun.

Anyway, Cherry shifted her eyes back to Max, her still biting her lip as she reached for his belt. She silently undid them, using two hands and turned towards him. Max leaned to her and merely muttered, "Face forward, use one hand, unless you want to make it obvious..."

Her eyes widened as she adjusted, facing her body forward, using one hand to undo his pants. Although it was slower than with two hands, her inexperience very obvious, she was eager.

Eventually, she had it undone, and under the cover of darkness, Cherry pulled his organ out. Her hand, softer than what he was expecting, started gliding up and down his reproductive organ slowly, and he peeked over to watch her bite her lip, still staring at the screen. The blonde threw one of her legs over the other, probably to attempt to soothe her own arousal.

He was resisting, but it was somewhat difficult because of the fact that her hands were just *so f**king soft* and it was difficult to resist.

Tara turned to her right, attempting to look at Max and gauge his reaction to the action sequence, only to realize what was happening when she saw his face from the glow of the screen bouncing off of him. Her eyes trailed down to his shaft, watching the orange nails on the white hand shift up and down at a fairly decent pace.

She grinned, watching as the hand shifted up and down, neither of them knowing that she was watching. Her left hand slipped down her leg, shifting under her skirt and pressing against her center, starting to rub over her panties as she watched the hand move.

Max was easily keeping most of his reaction under wraps. All he was giving away was the slight purse of his lips as she sped her hand up, her other arm moving to press down on her crossed legs to further keep herself under wraps.

Cherry kept stroking, her hand shifting up and down at a decent pace, and Tara bit her lip. Setting the popcorn down on the floor in front of her, she moved her right hand, the one that was free, over to his lap.

Max looked at his best friends hand on his thigh, raising an eyebrow as he followed the arm up to her face. She was grinning, and he made his expression even more curious. She gave him a seductive look, and her hand shifted to his shaft as well.

The goth let her hand sit there, Cherrys shifting up and down, hitting the top of her hand, and he watched her eyebrows pull together with confusion as she feels it.

Tara smirks as she waits for the blonde to realize what's happening. Tara grinned very wide as Cherry finally looked at his rod, eyes widening upon seeing the second, daintier hand.

Cherry's eyes shifted up to look at Tara's grinning face, the girls breath hitching. Tara grinned as she started shifting her hand up and down, Cherry's hand moving due to Tara moving hers.

His sisters best friend looked at the movements before looking at his best friend, seeing her use her other hand to put a finger to her lips, then she shifted her hand back down underneath her skirt.

Cherry looked at Max, and all he did was shrug, which was invitation enough for her to start stroking along with Tara.

They kept using their hands on him, both looking at the screen, though Tara was rubbing her center through her panties as she kept watching.

Phoebe eventually stood up, and while Cherry pulled her hand away, Tara kept going, as she said, "I have to go to the bathroom. Fill me in when I get back." She said, then put her purse in her seat before walking out of the row and up out of the section of theater they were in.

Once she was gone, Cherry put her hand back on him, Tara smirking. "Cherry, why don't we use our mouths?" She whispered to her.

The blonde turned towards her with wide eyes. "What!?" She whispered in shock.

Tara's expression didn't break. "It'll be fun. C'mon, you know you want to know what it tastes like~" She grinned, then leaned down before sticking her tongue out, letting it press against his tip.

Cherry hadn't moved her hand, and Tara knew this was the opportunity to fully rope her in. So, the goth took him fully into her mouth, then pushed down, her mouth pushing Cherry's hand fully down, it getting smushed between her mouth and the base.

Cherry watched, and her leg continued to press down on her other one, in order to keep herself from doing anything reckless.

Tara, however, started shifting up and down excitedly, eyes fluttering to look up at Cherry, the other girl looking at the older one as she went down on Max.

Cherry bit her lip, not moving her hand as she watched, presumably feeling herself getting increasingly wetter.

The blonde looked around, not spotting anyone before she leaned down and pushed her tongue against the side of his shaft.

She licked up and down as Tara bobbed on his organ, then the goth withdrew, Cherry immediately licking up then taking him into her mouth, bobbing up and down as Tara got where Cherry didn't reach.

Tara kept rubbing herself, especially once they both pulled off, licking up and down his sides and trying to get him to release.

"Close..." Max mutters, not able to handle two at once for very long.

Tara shifted and took half of him into her mouth, feeling the seed fill her mouth, and she waited for it to stop pulsing before she pulled away. Cherry looked at her, and Tara leaned forward before kissing her, letting the semen into her mouth. Cherry moaned at the taste, then when they pulled away, both girls swallowed as Max regained his bearings then put himself back in his pants.

Phoebe came back, and looked at the three sitting there idly, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she sat back down and continued the movie.

Tara merely leaned over and whispered, "I came from sucking your d**k, y'know."

He merely smirked before whispering back, "I know, I heard the sound of moving liquid when I shifted my boot."

She grinned like a goblin. "Good. You should know how excited you make me."

"I'm well aware, T." He threw back, then they settled back in to watch the movie, Tara curling their fingers around each other, holding his hand as they watched.

This was a fun weekend.

~~~~~~~~~~

"SCIENCE FAIR!" He heard yelled from upstairs, and he immediately swore. It was already time for another episode? Come on...

"'I hate those words.'" Maxie said in his head, and he nodded.

"'I'm aware. I have all of your memories, remember?'" Max replied.

""We should go yell at them or something.'" Maxie told him, trying to get his reaction.

"'I'll go out there and see why they yelled, but I'm not going to dramatically explain what happened. We both know I don't care enough to do that. Hell, you hear all of my opinions, you know how little I pay attention to anything your family does.'"

"'They are *your* family now too.'" Maxie tried to throw back.

"'My family was my daughter. None of them are my daughter. I don't care.'" Max retorted.

"SCIENCE FAIR!" They yelled again.

Maxie replied, "'I know that I'm not anywhere near as smart as you, the last couple of months have proved that, but I do know that you do care for them, in your own way. You may not admit it, but you do.'"

Max took a minute, but never replied, instead turning to walk up the stairs. Deep down, he knew that Maxie was probably right. But he wouldn't admit that to an egotistical teenager.

The grown man in the teens body walked up the stairs, into the kitchen. "Why are you yelling?" He questioned.

Billy immediately spilled, "Phoebe said not to mention the science fair because you would freak out."

Nora gave him a suspicious look. "Why aren't you freaking out?" She questioned.

Max raised his eyebrows. "It's just a science fair. Why does it matter?"

Phoebe's expression turned shocked. "You... you don't care?" She questioned, hand reaching for her medal. Or her necklace.

"Phoebe, it's a middle school science fair. Holding a grudge over it in high school would be stupid. So, no, I don't care." He looks at them, then notes, "Let me know if you need anything."

Then he turns around and walks down stairs to his room.

~~~~~~~~~~

He walks upstairs, just in time to hear, "I signed us up to host a book club!" From his mother, and he breathed out.

As he walked into the living room, his dad whined, "Oh, man, I don't wanna be in a book club!"

His mother continued because she hadn't noticed him, "Come on! Trust me. This week's book," she shows him the book. "is 'The Countess of Winterberry Gables.' This is a story of-"

Hank tilts his head back and pretends to snore.

"I thought you taught us better than that." Max said in a challenging way.

They both shifted their heads to him, jumping slightly. Right, he had gotten into the habit of walking quietly. He was hard to hear approaching.

Barb then gave her husband a glare. "We did."

"Oh, um, I'm sorry?" Hank threw out.

Barb sighed. "You do the book club, I'll make anything you want for dinner." Max sighs, knowing what was coming up next.

Hank sits up straight. "I want the Meaturduckballizza."

"What even is that?" Barb asked.

Max replied immediately, "Exactly what it sounds like. Meatloaf wrapped in turkey wrapped in duck wrapped in meatballs wrapped in pizza."

Barb gave him an odd look, while Hank looked genuinely happy. "You know what it is?" He asked excitedly.

"Yep. Hate that I do. All the dads are talking about it."

Barb notes, "Sounds complicated."

Max shrugs. '"It's not. I could make it after taking a single glance at a recipe list."

"Would you-" Hank goes to ask, but Barb cuts him off.

"No, he will not." She replies.

Max just hums. "Mom, he doesn't want to do it. If you make him, he'll just do something like copy your notes. Best for me to make it for him and nobody gets embarrassed."

Barb takes a minute before sighing. "Fine. I'll host it myself." Then she walks off, the second she's gone, Hank looks up at Max.

"What do I owe you?"

"No curfew another week."

"Done."

~~~~~~~~~~

He idly walked into the living room again, seeing Nora working on her project. Curious, Max stepped over and peeked over her shoulder, noting the basic math on it. The kinda teen noted a mistake and leaned over her shoulder, pointing.

"That's-" She screams. "Stop screaming. Anyways, that's wrong." Then he explains her mistake with two sentences and one more point.

Nora pauses. "Why help? And where did you even come from?"

Max hums. "Because I was able to, and you're my sister, so why not? And I came from the stairs." He replies, then walks into the kitchen where he noted Billy working on something using mops.

He tilted his head, then noted the ham phone on the table next to all of the mops. How expensive was this for the ten-year-old?

"Hey, Billy?" The older brother asked the younger.

Billy looked up innocently. "Yes, Max?" He questioned.

"Why don't you combine the idea of the phone and a mop? So you can talk while mopping. With friends, family, or other staff? Make everything easier. And if it's popular, you could start putting phones in other things to make all of that easier, too. Imagine a phone in a couch, or a car, or a TV." They car thing existed in the world he came from, but the other two definitely were not for obvious reasons.

But Billy in the show was denied using either, and the ham phone was actually genuinely kinda impressive, because all of that electronics and wiring around the liquid inside of the ham would, and should, theoretically fry it. But it doesn't, which is actually amazing.

Billy's mouth makes a very wide 'O' as he quickly turns to look at the mop and phone. "That's a great idea! Thanks, Max!" Billy yelled ecstatically, then he turns to start figuring out a way to do it.

Then he grabs what he came out here for, this world's version of two Zebra Cakes, then turns around before walking down the stairs.

He misses the absolutely flabbergasted expressions of his sister, father, and mother at the base of the stairs as he walks past, them having seen the entire interaction.

"What was *that*?" Barb questioned.

Hank merely shook his head. "I have no idea."

~~~~~~~~~~

Max was working in his lair, switching between a sketch of more ideas, concepts and inventions in two separate journals (one for villain Max/the cover, one for the anti-hero plan), and also jotting down other ideas in another journal he kept to write his thoughts down.

All the while, his little siblings were spread around his room, working on their projects. Phoebe bounded down the stairs, saying, "Hey, Max, have you seen-" She looks up from where she was digging in her purse, all three of them looking at her. "Oh. Seems you have. What is... what's going on here?"

Nora started, "Max said we could work down here so that we didn't accidentally interrupt mom's book club."

Billy finished, "And he's also helping us with our projects! Advice and things like that!" Billy said happily.

Phoebe looked up at Max slowly. "You're helping them with their science projects? Don't you hate science fairs? You're not taking over their projects?"

Max raised his eyebrows. "Yes. No. No. There would be no point. I would get disqualified." He looks at her outfit up and down. "Work?"

She looked down at her outfit before she looked back up. "Um, yeah. Work. I have a shift today."

He nods before turning back to his sketching.

"Hey, Max, how would you-" Nora goes to ask, but Max cuts her off.

"Red wire into the blue slot instead of red on red and blue on blue." Max replies without looking up.

Billy immediately asks, "How do you know that without looking?"

Max replies, also without looking up, "I'm guessing where she is based on her average speed of worked calculated against what she's actually doing to approximate where she would be and what she would be asking."

Phoebe raises her eyebrows before shifting back in shock. Similarly, Maxie asks, "'You're doing what now?'"

Max replies internally, "'You could do the same thing if you trained your mind to do it.'"

Maxie goes, "'Oh.'" Then after a second, he adds, "'Cool.'"

Billy notes, "That sounds... complicated."

Nora nods. "It does. You're smarter than you let yourself appear to mom and dad."

Max nods. "I know. It's to get away with more things." He throws out, again, not looking up.

Phoebe just nods slowly. "O...kay... I'm going to work now." Then she turns and walks upstairs, and pardon her language, but wondering what the flip just happened.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was the same night as the science fair, but instead of Phoebe and Max taking them, Hank and Barb did.

Max was on the couch, texting Stalkette to try to find a way to work her into his schedule and appease her enough to keep her from stalking him again.

That was when his siblings and parents walked into the house. He clicked his phone off and leaned into the couch, crossing his arms as he looked up at them.

"How'd it go?" He questioned.

Barb and Hank looked absolutely exhausted. Granted, they were parents to four children (five eventually), so any social event would be exhausting.

Billy says happily, "I got seventh place!" 

Nora gives him a look then rolls her eyes as she looks back at her older brother. "I got second. But I think neither of us would have placed so high if we didn't have your help. So, thank you, Max."

Billy nods. "Yeah! Thank you, Max!" He agrees, then they walk up to their rooms.

Hank and Barb look at him strangely. "You helped them?"

Max hummed. "I merely offered some pointers." Then he pushed himself off of the couch. "I'm going to go get started on that Meaturduckballizza." Then he walks into the kitchen.

While Hank's mouth is now watering, he points in the direction of his oldest son. "That's weird, right?"

Barb nods slowly. "Yeah. Should we have Dr. Ouch take a look at him?" The matriarch asks.

The patriarch shakes his head. "No. At least not yet. Let's see if he shows any more signs of weird behavior before we jump to a conclusion like a villain altering his mind."

Barb nods, taking a moment. "You don't think he's gotten into contact with a supervillain that told him to act differently, do you? As a cover? What if it isn't a phase?"

Hank scoffs. "Of course it's a phase. We're a family of superheroes. No way he's a supervillain. If it *is* anything, it's likely mind control. But that's probably not it. Our identities were hidden, remember?"

Barb nods. "Yeah... You're probably right, Hank."

~~~~~~~~~~

Not even an hour later, he was calling the family for dinner. Hank looked at the table and nearly fell to his knees, seeing his new favorite food in all of its glory. "It's beautiful..."

Nora pointed a thumb to him. "That was the almighty Thunder-Man?"

Barb released a massive sigh. "Yeah..."

Billy tilted his head at it, then Nora quipped, "We should order pizza."

Hank looked offended, looking at his youngest child. "There's pizza in it?" He questioned, shocked.

Max hummed. "We don't want to eat pizza contaminated by meatballs." He looks at his family. "I ordered pizza ten minutes ago. It should be here right about... now."

The Thunder Monitor alerted them, remarking, "Non-Superhero Approaching."

Max looked at his family before pulling his wallet out and withdrawing cash, moving to the door.

As he walked to the door, Phoebe pointed at his back. "Is it just me, or is he acting weird?"

Nora nods. "Yeah, definitely weird."

Billy adds, "Very weird."

Barb nods, "Majorly weird."

Hank simply turns to the food, "Right now, I don't care."

Barb looks at her husband and sighs, asking, "You need some time alone?"

"If you don't mind?" The man replies, and the rest file out. Once they're gone, Hank starts devouring the food.

{End Note: Because this version of Max is different, he wouldn't engage in that petty science fair grudge/rivalry and he would stop book club from getting too heated. Someone asked for a slice of life chapter, and this is probably the closest you're ever going to get. I apologize for the long wait, and I do hope that this was worth it. I also know that it's short, so I'm sorry, but I didn't have much to work with}

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