The slight warmth of the indoor pool wrapped around Harry like a cocoon as he leaned back against the edge, soaking in the solitude. The gentle lapping of the enchanted water against his skin felt immensely soothing, instantaneously replenishing all the signs of exertion over the past hour that had seen the most intense orgy involving him, Felicia, Helen, Maria, and Natasha.

All four women had been exuberant, and they came for him one after the other. In the end, all four of them had left utterly satisfied, as they always did, and he had remained behind to relax some more.

Harry tilted his head back, his eyes half-lidded as his thoughts drifted. Usually, the pool was a refuge, a private retreat for him to do away with the noise and the demands of the outside world, but even here, his thoughts were occupied by the events that had transpired in the recent few days.

He had not yet had the chance to properly come to terms with what had happened to Sylvia, and he could only feel regret for how he had treated her without even trying to know her reasons. A part of him argued that there was no reasoning with a tyrant, but recent revelations had thrown that part for a loop. She had been manipulated to the extreme, and the influence had been so deeply rooted within her that she now found herself in a coma.

If that had not been enough, then there was their new guest to consider. Wanda had been experimented upon, and for some reason, Harry felt her situation was somewhat linked to Sylvia. The poor woman had lost her twin brother, and it was evident that she had not yet come to terms with it. If she had, then she was doing a damn fine job of masking her grief, at least in public. In private though…

Harry sighed. Things were surely complicated.

Banner was still down, hopefully resolving things with the Hulk, and Harry was hoping that they would find some good news on that front soon. He was planning to administer the antidote to him the next day, and he believed enough time had lapsed for them to squash their beef, as they said. He did not want Banner to remain confined in his mind with the Hulk for longer than necessary. There needed to be a balance.

The thoughts of Banner instantly gave way to the woman he was closest with, and Harry could not prevent his thoughts from going astray even if he tried.

The woman had turned into something of an enigma lately. Her curiosity had never been in doubt, but she had turned bold yet evasive. He'd seen her watching him on numerous occasions, either through the keyhole or through the crack in the door. Her gaze lingered longer than necessary, and she had no issues with him being bold and touching her in a way that most women would deem inappropriate when touched so brazenly by a man they were not involved with.

His encounter with her in the kitchen on a certain morning was still fresh in his mind, and as Harry closed his eyes, he recalled the sight of her – so modest yet alluring – and how she had allowed him to take liberties with her, even responding in her own subtle ways. It was her image that he could not shake right now, even though he'd had a marathon sex session with four women anyone would kill to have in one's bed. The enchanted water of the pool had done its job marvelously, and he let out an exasperated chuckle when he felt himself getting hard once again.

The tension was simmering between them, and after his brazen proposal, he believed that it was only a matter of time before she decided to act on her desires.

Speaking of which…

Harry's musings were interrupted by the quiet sound of footsteps approaching, and he opened his eyes just as she stepped into view. She hovered at the entrance passageway of the pool room, framed by the shadows, the edges of her satin robe catching the moonlight streaming in from the transparent ceiling and the high glass windows. Her hair was loose, cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, giving her an almost ethereal look. Her eyes found him immediately, and she hesitated, her lips pressing together, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face.

For a long moment, they eyed each other, and Harry broke the silence. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that echoed softly in the quiet room.

Betty took a small breath, visibly gathering herself, and stepped forward, her gaze steady and trained on his. "Maybe," she replied, her tone light but laced with something more profound. She took another step, the fabric of her robe swaying as she moved, brushing against her thighs, and it did a great job of catching his attention. "Or maybe… I've done enough waiting."

She let her eyes drop, tracing the lines of his arms resting along the pool's edge, the droplets of water glistening on his skin in the dim light. There was something unguarded in her expression now, a vulnerability she rarely showed. He recognized the quiet longing, the unfulfilled curiosity that had clearly been building within her. She was done being just a spectator.

Harry watched her, a slow smile forming on his face as he straightened, leaning slightly toward her. "So, you finally got tired of watching?"

Betty met his gaze, her eyes sharp and challenging. "Maybe I got tired of sitting on the sidelines," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, yet each word was clear and deliberate.

In one graceful motion, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor in a silken heap. Beneath, she wore a simple slip of a nightgown, the satin fabric hugging her figure, hinting at every curve in the moonlight. She stepped forward, and the faint ripple of her gown brushed against her skin, revealing just enough to make Harry's gaze linger.

"Doesn't sound like you," he teased, his tone easy, though his gaze was intense. "I thought you were enjoying the view from where you were."

Betty's lips curled, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe I was," she admitted, a mischievous glint sparking in her gaze. She slipped a foot into the water, testing the warmth, then slowly lowered herself in, her every movement deliberate. "But maybe I've spent too long watching… and it's about time I joined in."

She waded through the water toward him, her expression playful, yet there was an unmistakable heat in her eyes that hadn't been there before. Her fingers trailed the surface of the water as she approached, her movements unhurried as she kept savoring each step, each shift bringing her closer. When she was just a breath away, she stopped, leaning against the edge beside him. Her shoulder brushed his, sending a spark through them both.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other. She saw the question in his eyes, but he didn't press, letting her make the next move, letting her decide what came next.

Betty let her gaze wander down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, and the way his skin glistened in the light, before finally meeting his eyes. "I kept telling myself I was fine watching," she murmured, almost as if she were confessing to herself as much as to him. "But I've been waiting… for a chance to be more than that. And I'm done waiting."

The soft sincerity in her tone caught Harry off guard, and his grin softened. He could see it in her now—this wasn't just a moment for her; it was something she'd built up over time, a desire she'd pushed aside, waiting for the right moment. And he wasn't about to stop her now.

Slowly, she lifted a hand, her fingertips grazing his shoulder, following the line of his collarbone. Her touch was feather-light, almost teasing as she explored, letting her fingers drift down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength beneath it. He didn't move, content in watching her closely, his eyes darkening as she grew bolder, her fingers trailing lower.

"You know," she murmured, her voice soft, her fingers skimming the surface of the water now, creating small ripples between them, "Early on, I used to wonder if you knew I was watching you."

Harry let out a low chuckle, catching her hand in his, stilling her movements. "Oh, I knew," he said, his voice brimming with a mix of amusement and invitation. "It was hard to miss."

She laughed, the sound low and throaty, leaning in a little closer, her hair brushing his shoulder. "And you never stopped me," she whispered, her lips so close to his ear that her breath sent a shiver down his spine.

He tilted his head, meeting her gaze, his grip on her hand loosening, inviting her to continue. "Why would I?" he replied, his voice just as soft, their faces only inches apart now. "I was waiting, too. Ever since you came here, in fact."

A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by something else—something bolder. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned in, closing the small gap between them until her lips met his in a kiss that was both tentative and filled with the longing of every stolen glance, every unspoken word between them.

His hand found her waist, steadying her as she moved closer, their bodies pressing together beneath the water. Her fingers trailed down to his chest, exploring, lingering with a gentle curiosity. She was savoring every touch, every second, as if she were afraid this moment might slip away.

The kiss deepened, her hands growing more confident as they roamed over him, exploring the lines and contours of his body, relishing in the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She felt his hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer, and the sensation made her breath hitch, her heart racing as their bodies intertwined, both of them giving in to the slow, magnetic pull between them.

When she finally pulled back, breathless, she looked up at him, her eyes bright with anticipation, and Harry met her gaze with a smile, his expression warm, almost tender. He lifted a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek.

"You've waited long enough," he murmured, his voice barely audible, almost a whisper against her skin.

Betty's lips curved into a slow smile, her eyes gleaming with the same intensity she'd held back for so long. She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him, her own expression a promise of everything to come. She wasn't done yet—not by a long shot.

The smirk on her face deepened as she stepped back. Her fingers went to the thin straps of her nightdress. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid each strap off her shoulders, letting the fabric ease down her body, pooling at her waist and then slipping away completely as she let it fall into the water. The cool air brushed against her skin, and for a moment, she simply stood there, bare and unashamed, her eyes locked with his.

There was a pause, filled with raw and primal sexual tension as she allowed him to take her in, her posture one of quiet confidence. The moonlight danced on her bare skin, highlighting the curves she'd once kept hidden, the softness he'd only glimpsed before. She could feel his gaze, intense and unwavering, moving over her with a kind of reverence that only seemed to deepen the desire simmering between them. The fact that he had four literal goddesses and yet he gazed at her with so much awe made her all the more ecstatic.

Finally, she closed the remaining space between them, her hands finding their way to his shoulders as she sank into his lap, pressing herself against him with a newfound boldness. She tilted her face up, her lips just inches from his, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, "Feels like a different world to be a part of this, don't you think?"

Harry's smile was faint but unmistakable, his hands finding her waist, holding her steady. "Much better," he murmured, his voice gruff with restraint as he let his hands slide slowly up her back, savoring the warmth of her wet skin against his palms.

As Betty settled herself fully into his lap, her bare skin pressing against his, she felt the heat radiating from his body under the warm water. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently as she brought her lips to his jawline, kissing along the sharp edge with slow, lingering presses that trailed down to his neck. She could feel him inhale deeply, his muscles tensing as she moved, his hands gripping her waist with an intensity that sent a shiver through her.

Her hands drifted down from his hair to his shoulders, fingers tracing the strong lines there, then continued down his arms, reveling in the feel of his toned muscles beneath her touch. With every inch she covered, she felt him responding, his breathing growing deeper, his eyes locked on her with an expression she'd seen numerous times before—but this one was entirely hers.

She pulled back just slightly, enough to meet his gaze, her face mere inches from his. Her hands returned to his chest, fingertips brushing over the hard contours as if committing every line and curve to memory. Slowly, she let her fingers drift lower, grazing over his abdomen, feeling the taut muscles there, every touch a promise of what she'd held back for too long.

Harry watched her, his eyes dark with intensity as he allowed her to explore him, his hands moving up her sides, thumbs tracing small circles against her curves as he responded to her every touch. He could feel her heart racing, echoing the beating of his own, and it felt as if there was a shared rhythm that pulsed between them.

Without breaking eye contact, Betty leaned in again, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, pouring everything she felt into it. The warmth of his mouth on hers sent a thrill through her, and she deepened the kiss, her fingers sliding around to his back, pulling him closer as if to eliminate any remaining distance between them. He responded in kind, his hands firm on her back, matching her intensity.

Betty smiled into the kiss when she registered just how he was touching her. He was taking no liberties, allowing her to dictate the pace entirely, and it pleased her to no end. She kissed him furiously, pressing her tits firmly against his chest and savoring the feeling of his hard skin against her hardening nipples.

Here, right at this time, she was in control, and she intended to savor every moment, every touch, every breath they shared. She was not ready to go all the way tonight, and she knew he understood as much. However, as they continued through the night, she resolved to herself that once she did give herself to him in earnest, she would ensure neither of them would be holding back any longer.

XXXXX

A soft click echoed around them as Harry waved his hand and unlocked the door, leading everyone inside. Another wave of his hand lit the room up, and the multilayered enchantments he had weaved around the room glowed briefly before simmering down to invisibility.

On the bed in the center of the room lay Bruce Banner, his breathing shallow but steady.

"You sure this is the right time?" Betty asked from behind him.

"It's been enough time, I believe," he nodded, gracing her with a small smile. "The Draught of Living Death mimics death to the tee, but I believe the Hulk is powerful enough to overcome its mental effects. It has had no choice but to talk with Bruce, and I believe enough time has passed for them to hash out whatever issues there are between them."

Betty smiled back thinly, concern taking a front seat in her mind, overtaking the thrill of the carnal encounter she'd had with Harry in that pool the previous night.

Harry turned around and slowly walked ahead, with the rest following suit. He made them stop a few feet from the bed where an invisible shield emerged to keep them safe. Only Betty joined him with a metallic case in her hand that contained Dr. Sterns' serum.

Harry approached the bed and fished out a vial from his pocket. He carefully levitated it and magically opened Bruce's mouth, pouring the liquid in and letting it slide down his throat. The vial vanished just as Bruce's eyes opened.

There was a brief, confused look in his eyes before his expression twisted with familiar fury.

The transformation took hold instantly. His face contorted, his skin shifting to green and his muscles growing taut with power. Within moments, Bruce Banner had vanished and been replaced by the Hulk, the massive monster's eyes bulging with rage. With a roar that seemed to shake the very air around them, Hulk leaped up, his fists raised to slam down on the bed, eager to release his pent-up rage.

Only… nothing happened.

Hulk's fists met the bedframe with bone-shattering force, yet the bed held firm. Enraged, he spun toward the walls, smashing his fists against them, roaring as each blow failed to yield even the slightest crack. The walls remained untouched, every enchanted surface mocking his strength, reinforcing Harry's dominance in this room. His breathing grew faster, his eyes flashing with a mix of rage and confusion. He tore at the curtains, kicked at the floor, and smashed the dresser, yet each item stood firm and unbreakable.

"LET ME OUT!" Hulk bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls as he turned his furious gaze to Harry, who stood calm and unmoving by the bed.

Without breaking eye contact, Harry raised his hand, a subtle gesture that reinforced the room's enchantments. A simmering shield emerged around Hulk, enclosing him behind an invisible barrier.

"Not yet," Harry replied in a voice that, while calm, held an unmistakable authority. "Go on, let out all that rage. The room can take it."

The Hulk roared again, slamming himself against the walls. His fists kept flying in a relentless frenzy, desperate to destroy anything in his path. Alas, every surface held firm, impervious to his strength. He clawed, struck, and even tried to rip chunks from every item in sight, but each effort met the same indestructible resistance. Enraged, he threw himself back, breathing heavily as he glowered at Harry with a mix of defiance and frustration.

"You done?" Harry asked, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as the Hulk threw himself on the bed that looked comically smaller for his massive frame. Harry had to stifle a laugh at the petulant look on the big baddy's face, and he glanced over his shoulder, nodding at Betty to step forward.

She stepped forward, and she immediately garnered Hulk's attention.

"Bruce, it's me. Betty," she smiled, her voice gentle but firm as she raised the case that contained Sterns' serum. "This will help, just for now."

The Hulk's gaze softened slightly at her voice, a spark of recognition flickering in his eyes. However, he still remained somewhat tense, prompting Harry to remain on standby in case the nutcase decided to lunge for the walls again. However, he turned to Harry with those large eyes, his gaze searching as if he was considering his options. Harry, and even the others, gazed at the Hulk in surprise, for this was a level of intelligence he had never displayed before. For all his rage, the Hulk seemed to know that it was trapped, contained in this web of invisible, unyielding forces at play here.

Harry gave Betty the nod, and the brunette stepped closer to the Hulk who remained unmoving, his eyes fixated on her. She held her breath as she stopped by the bed and gently opened the case, fishing out a syringe with the serum already attached to it. Glancing up at the Hulk who remained unmoving, she reached out and injected him with the blue serum in the arm.

For a brief moment, the Hulk's massive form trembled, as though his very essence fought the serum's effects. But slowly, his breathing steadied, and his muscles began to contract, the furious green receding from his skin until he was left, once again, as Bruce Banner, weary and haggard. Harry immediately conjured fitting loungewear on his smaller frame as he slowly tried to get up.

Bruce swayed, disoriented, and Harry reached out, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder. "Take your time," he said, his voice softer now.

When Bruce finally caught his breath, he glanced around at the people in the room, his eyes landing first on Betty, who smiled with a mix of relief and concern. As he turned, he found the others. Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, Helen Cho, and Felicia Hardy all regarded him with unreadable expressions, though there was a warmth behind their eyes. All gazed back at him with a mixture of relief and anticipation, though none apart from Betty seemed ready to drop their guard entirely.

Bruce's gaze fell on Harry. "How… how long was I under that… whatever that was?"

"Long enough for you and the Hulk to work things out," Harry replied. He gave Bruce a calm, measured look. "At least, I hope so."

Bruce slumped against the cot, massaging his temples. "It's… complicated. The Hulk and I, we… there's more than anger. More than fear."

Harry nodded as if he understood far more than he let on. "Emotions have a way of tangling themselves into something unrecognizable over time. The important thing is you're starting to make sense of it."

"It's not that," Bruce sighed. "We did work things out, at least as much as could be hoped. It's the manifestation that's going to be challenging."

Helen stepped forward, standing beside Harry. "We are here to help, Dr. Banner. What do you need?"

Bruce's expression softened slightly as he gazed around the room and he allowed himself a slight nod. "Thank you."

"Did you discover anything that might help you out here?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bruce took a long, steadying breath, his gaze moving between Betty and Helen, each of whom watched him with a mix of concern and curiosity. He rubbed his temples, mulling over the details of what he and the Hulk had hashed out in the depths of his mind. The truce was tenuous, a line drawn on shifting sand, and it could hold only if he found a way to truly reconcile with the Hulk, to finally break the cycle of conflict within himself.

"I think… we need to try something drastic," Bruce admitted, glancing over at Betty. "I know it sounds crazy, but the only way forward may be to expose myself to a high concentration of gamma radiation—like, beyond what the Hulk was born from."

Betty's eyes widened as she processed the words. "You're talking about overloading yourself, almost like… overcharging a battery?"

Bruce nodded slowly. "Exactly. The idea is to reach a saturation point, one where my cells essentially stop differentiating between Bruce Banner and the Hulk. If it works, the excess gamma energy could neutralize the internal conflict… sort of shock us both into one whole entity."

Helen looked intrigued, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "It's like inducing a controlled cellular overload—hyper-fusing your biological identities so the Hulk has nowhere left to hide, no 'other' to resist." She glanced at Betty, her mind already churning with possibilities. "But Dr. Banner, it'd need to be a contained burst, targeted… and the dosage, it would have to be precise."

"Right," Bruce replied, exhaling sharply. "If we're off by even a margin, it could… well, you know what gamma does." He shot a half-smile toward Betty, and she returned it, though worry still shone in her eyes.

"But," Betty began, her tone steady despite the tension, "it's possible to control the gamma output using some of the shielding we developed with Dr. Sterns' lab. If we recalibrate it to fit this purpose, it could mimic the exposure levels you experienced initially, just on a larger scale."

Helen tilted her head, thinking aloud. "I remember we have containment chambers with multi-layered shielding in the Gamma Lab, each with energy fields capable of fine-tuning gamma levels without affecting the surrounding environment." She turned to Bruce, her gaze intense. "We'd have to modify it, but it could work."

For a moment, they were silent, each of them envisioning the process, the calculations and machinery required, and the risk the proposal entailed. Finally, Helen broke the silence with a thoughtful hum. "It's strange… how this situation with the Hulk reminds me of something else." She leaned back, her gaze at Harry as she gathered her thoughts. "I believe Wanda's been struggling with something similar, too—her powers surfaced and have been destabilizing ever since her exposure to the Tesseract. And Sylvia... she had a prolonged exposure to the Mind Stone and has been decommissioned ever since that explosion. I feel she is having surges of uncontrollable power as well."

Betty's brows drew together. "Do you think there's a link there?"

Helen nodded, her eyes brightening with a mixture of excitement and realization. "Think about it: all three of them—Dr. Banner, Wanda, and Sylvia—they've been exposed to unique energy signatures on an extreme scale. Gamma radiation, which also manifests similarly in the Tesseract and the Mind Stone… these aren't just residual energies; they're like signatures from the universe itself. And maybe it's these same energies that can help them all."

"Excuse me," Bruce raised a hand. "But what are we exactly discussing here? Who are Wanda and Sylvia?"

"Long story, man," Harry sighed. "I'll fill you in later. Just think of them as others who have been exposed to Gamma radiation, it's just that they don't turn into massive green monsters. Physically, their cases are much tamer compared to yours."

Bruce nodded as he mused thoughtfully. The details he had been provided were enough for his scientific mind to work on them. His eyes sparkling with intrigue, he turned to Helen and asked, "Are you suggesting that because we're affected by these… forces, we might be able to use them to stabilize ourselves?"

"Precisely." Helen's voice brimmed with enthusiasm now, her scientific curiosity fully engaged. "It's a theory, of course, but if these energies could be synchronized or harnessed in a way that amplifies your cellular stability, it might be possible to achieve not just control, but an actual synthesis of power and consciousness—one that doesn't fragment."

"Too many big words," Felicia muttered under her breath, loud enough that only Natasha could hear. The redhead nodded absently, agreeing with her.

Harry, who had been listening closely, finally spoke up, his voice brimming with unconcealed hope. "So you're saying you might be able to help all three of them at once, using the energy each of them was exposed to?"

Helen nodded. "Yes, if we bring them all to the same threshold, we might just be able to balance each energy within them. It would mean controlling each source—gamma, cosmic, and psionic—like threads, weaving them together in a way that creates cohesion instead of discord."

"Too many big words!" Felicia said again, louder this time. All it did was earn her an amused glance from Helen who turned around as Betty began speaking.

Catching onto Helen's line of thinking, she leaned forward. "If we do this, though, we'll need a controlled environment, something that can handle these energy fluctuations without putting anyone at risk."

"Exactly. We'd need a space where each energy type can be separately calibrated and merged with precision." Helen's mind was racing now, considering the logistics. "And we'd need someone… or something… powerful enough to direct each of those energies into a stable balance."

They all turned to Harry, who took the silent implication with a calm, almost imperceptible nod.

"The Death Stone has already proven that it can stabilize these energies," he nodded. "Or slightly amplify, as we saw with Wanda."

"It was leeching off you, or the Death Stone, as you said," Helen corrected. "Perhaps it was trying to fill a void that's making Wanda's condition unstable?"

Bruce, who had been absorbing the discussion with growing interest, spoke up. "This is assuming we all can handle the gamma overload in the first place," he said, though there was a hint of hope in his voice. "If that process doesn't work, everything else will be… moot."

"Then it's about stability," Betty replied, her voice calm and reassuring. "If you can achieve stability, Bruce, we'll be able to go forward with the next steps. But only if you're ready."

Bruce looked between them all, his mind swirling with the possibilities. This was the first real hope he'd felt in a long time—a way to not only live with the Hulk but to finally, truly, understand him, to accept him as part of himself.

"Before we decide on anything though, I want to know precisely what is up with these two women you're talking about," he said firmly, his eyes trained on Harry. "This is not something I'll decide on without knowing everything."

"Makes sense," Harry nodded, and he began to explain everything that had happened since Bruce had gone under the stasis. The man listened with growing shock as Harry told him about the events that took place in Mojave, followed by Germany, and finally concluded with the battle in Sokovia.

"Holy mother of god!" Bruce whispered in sheer disbelief once he had been told everything, with Helen and Betty chiming in with their scientific jargon wherever necessary.

"Here is what I think we're working with," the former began in her scholarly tone, reminding Harry oddly of Hermione whenever she went on one of her lectures about magical theory. He shook off those thoughts and focused on the present. "Sylvia is unconscious since that energy blast, which gives me reasons to believe that she's had a significant Gamma overload within her. Given she's an Asgardian or Jotun, whatever, her physical self is able to sustain it relatively easily. On the other hand, Wanda seems to leech off Gamma energy from any Infinity Stone she is near, which means there is some scarcity she wants to fill up."

"I get what you're getting at," Bruce nodded in understanding. "We have a case of overload, scarcity, and need for stability. You plan to do some sort of energy transfer among us three so that we all have an optimum amount."

"Yes," Helen nodded. "And that should fix you three up. Obviously, it's all theoretical right now and I'll need some time to work out the calculations and the plans needed to put this to practice, but I believe this is the way to go."

Harry's lips were pursed and his hands were in his pockets as he mulled over everything. He would be lying if he said he understood everything but he got the gist of it. Turning to Helen, he nodded firmly. "Go ahead with it. I'll be there to keep things steady when the time comes."

Smiling, Helen exchanged a glance with Betty before their eyes shifted to Bruce. He released a deep breath and nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Then let's go over this properly. If there's a chance this can help us all… it's worth the risk."

To be continued…

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