Traces of the Hulk

A month later.

Yake had moved in next door to May, becoming Old Yake from next door. He dropped by May's house from time to time, and life had been fairly comfortable; he had more or less settled down.

The Marvel world was still relatively peaceful. Playboy Stark had only recently become Iron Man.

There was no news of any other superheroes for the time being, though Yake occasionally saw Stark flying overhead.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance had been growing sparser lately, because Yake's daily routine was easy to see through: he went to the library to read during the day, returned home to play games at night, and occasionally visited next door or picked up the kid.

He did not resemble a powerful, wildly ambitious alien at all. He seemed more like a book-loving gaming shut-in, leaving Fury no choice but to assign a single agent to report Yake's movements daily. That was exactly the outcome Yake wanted.

Yake acted harmlessly. Under the cover of his Observation Haki, those agents had nowhere to hide; they saw only what Yake wanted them to see.

Today, Yake was playing games as usual. He was playing World of Warcraft, and it happened to be the Wrath of the Lich King expansion. Yake felt as though everything had come back.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

A ring of sparks appeared in the air, and Robin stepped out of it. She surveyed every corner of the room, surprised by how cozy it was.

"Anyone there?"

Yake immediately became alert, but he quickly relaxed. He knew Robin's presence all too well, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

Fuck, it seemed like he hadn't contacted Robin in a whole month!

"Robin, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Putting on a brave face, Yake hugged Robin and gently inhaled the