Barbara watched as Jack Kadere and Skye walked off together, her thoughts spinning rapidly...
——Daisy Johnson, codename "Skye," officially recognized by S.H.I.E.L.D. as an Inhuman with significant potential.
——Jack Kadere, brother of the so-called "Knightress," suspected to possess advanced psychological manipulation skills.
From the outside, he looked like just another cocky young man with a libido—but maybe, just maybe, she could leverage that.
Could she use her looks to get close to him?
Barbara Morse, also known in some circles as Mockingbird, wasn't inexperienced—she just had little time for relationships due to her assignments. But she had used honey traps in the field before. This could be another mission... sort of.
...
Near the training facility, in a hidden annex behind the computer lab—
Jack and Skye sat before a custom-rigged system. The rebuilt machine pulsed with neon lighting, giving off a slick, cyberpunk aesthetic. Several panels were open, showing off cobbled circuits and humming processors.
Jack tapped a few keys, pulled up a secured window, and asked, "Any luck? What did you dig up?"
"Cough… cough…"
Skye rubbed her throat, still clearly recovering. "That organization you mentioned—S.H.I.E.L.D.—is the real deal. Their firewalls are insane. I managed to access only external data. If I go any deeper, I'll set off every alarm in Langley and probably in orbit."
"Ahem—"
She leaned aside and spat into a waste bin. The spit was thick, glossy white. Maybe not even just spit…
Jack didn't blink. He kept typing. "It's fine. They already have tabs on us. Subtlety's overrated."
Skye's fingers flew over the keyboard. "Well, what I can confirm is this—Barbara Morse is indeed affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D. She's deep in their files. Should I tell Jessica?"
Jack frowned. "Better not. Jessica's not great with secrets. If she panics, it could ruin everything."
"You sure you're not just keeping her in the dark so you can keep playing with Barbara?" Skye smirked.
"Hey, I just want to have a little fun," Jack said casually. "Is that a crime?"
As he spoke, a message popped up on his screen.
Speak of the devil.
Jessica: [Bro! Ghost-Spider's almost here. You better prep yourself~]
Jack looked sideways at Skye. "Did you erase all the evidence?"
Skye's cheeks flushed red. "W-What are you talking about? There's no evidence. Everything's... uh... clean!"
She quickly nudged the small trash can under the desk with her foot, trying to hide the suspicious contents.
That doesn't count, right...? she thought nervously.
"Good." Jack gave a nod of approval. "Wouldn't want Gwen walking in at the wrong time."
Another ping.
Jessica: [She's here! She's HERE! At the training ground! Go meet her, Vice Prez!!!]
Jessica's messages always came like she'd downed five energy drinks. Jack no longer had the energy to complain about her chronic exclamation mark abuse.
He turned to Skye. "I'll go deal with our guest. Keep monitoring the network—just in case."
Then he headed for the training grounds, adjusting his jacket as he stepped out.
A few minutes earlier;
Skye looked up at Jack, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. "I've never done this before," she confessed, her cheeks flushing pink. "But I really want to try. Will you teach me?"
Jack smiled reassuringly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Of course, Skye. We'll take it slow, and you can stop at any time. Just tell me what you like and don't like, okay?"
She nodded, licking her lips nervously. Jack guided her hand to the waistband of his pants, helping her undo the button and zipper. She hesitantly reached inside, wrapping her fingers around his hardened length. Jack let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"Feels good, Skye," he encouraged, his voice hoarse. "Now, start by exploring. Get to know it."
Skye tentatively began to stroke him, her grip uncertain at first but gradually growing firmer. She examined every inch of him, marveling at the smooth skin and steel-like rigidity. Jack guided her with soft murmurs and gentle touches, teaching her how to apply the right amount of pressure, where to twist her wrist for maximum effect.
"Now," Jack said, his voice ragged with desire, "use your mouth. Start with just the tip, and take your time."
Skye leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of moisture from the head of his cock. Jack groaned again, his hips flexing involuntarily. Emboldened, Skye opened her mouth and took him in, just as Jack had instructed. Her lips stretched around him, sealing tightly as she began to suck gently.
"God, Skye... that feels amazing," Jack panted, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, and it was driving him wild. She was a natural, picking up on his cues and adjusting her technique accordingly.
As Skye grew more comfortable, Jack allowed his hips to move in time with her, shallow thrusts that kept her in control but still let him participate. She took him deeper with each pass, her gag reflex twitching but never quite triggering.
Wanting to push her a little further, Jack began to guide her head down, his hips tilting up to meet her. Skye's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper still, until her nose was pressed against his abdomen.
Tears sprang to Skye's eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Jack held her there for a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. Then, just as suddenly, he released her, allowing her to pull back and gasp for air.
"Holy shit, Jack... that was... intense," Skye panted, wiping tears from her cheeks. "But I want more. I want to make you come."
Jack groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "Are you sure, Skye? You don't have to-"
"I want to," she insisted, taking him back into her mouth with renewed vigor.
Jack let her set the pace, his groans growing louder and more frequent as she worked him over. He could feel the pressure building, his orgasm approaching rapidly. He tried to warn her, to give her a chance to pull back, but all that came out was a strangled cry as he came undone.
Skye gagged slightly as Jack's hot, salty cum flooded her mouth, but she held on, swallowing as much as she could before reluctantly pulling back. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a mix of pride and satisfaction shining in her eyes.
Jack praised her, his voice filled with admiration. "Skye, that was... incredible. You're a natural."
She beamed at him, grabbing a tissue from the nearby box and wiping her hands and face. "Thanks, Jack. I learned from the best." She tossed the used tissue into the nearby wastebasket, standing up with a satisfied sigh.
....
The present;
The space outside was quiet—deserted.
But Jack could sense it.
Something playful clung to the ceiling above.
A slender, gloved hand reached down and patted him lightly on the shoulder. He turned to find a familiar figure descending gracefully on a webline.
This time, there was no hood.
Golden blonde hair flowed like a waterfall around Gwen Stacy's face, her lips curled into a gentle smile. Her sapphire-blue eyes sparkled beneath the afternoon light.
She was upside down, hanging by a thread of spider silk—classic Spidey move.
This was deliberate. She didn't want Jack to think she was just some cosplayer again. She wanted to see if he'd react with surprise.
But Jack didn't flinch. He didn't pretend to be shocked either—he thought that'd be too childish. Instead, he simply smiled.
And softly said, "Gwen~"
"I've been meaning to tell you for a while now," she said, her voice sweet, "Without you, there wouldn't be a Ghost-Spider."
Gwen tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a warm, radiant smile lighting up her pale face. She looked like springtime sunlight melting away frost.
"But I guess you already knew, huh?"
No more explanations needed.
The air between them thickened—charged with emotion, like a spark waiting to ignite.
Jack stepped forward, gently brushing his fingers through her golden strands.
"Mm…"
And just like that, their lips met—an upside-down kiss worthy of legend.
Just like Peter and Mary Jane in Spider-Man 1.
Except this time, the roles were reversed.
—
"Gwen is Ghost-Spider… I mean, yeah, it tracks."
Skye peeked through a crack in the computer room door. Her voice was laced with envy. "Ugh, having superpowers even makes kissing cooler…"
The kiss lingered.
And lingered…
Just as Skye thought it was over, Gwen slid down a few inches more, bodies pressed closer.
Skye's eyes widened.
"Oh no, they're not—!"
Bang!
She slammed the door shut in a panic.
What followed was, quite clearly, not PG-rated.
"Seriously… so many different techniques…" she muttered, ears red.
"Ever tried this position before, Jack?" Gwen asked, her voice laced with challenge and desire.
Jack raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her acrobatic display. "Can't say that I have, Gwen. But I'm always up for trying new things."
Gwen rewarded him with a suggestive smile, then leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick a line up the length of his hardening cock. Jack groaned, his hands instinctively going to her hips, steadying himself as she began to work her magic.
She started slow, teasing him with butterfly kisses along the shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the bead of moisture that had gathered there. Jack's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Gwen's upside-down perspective allowed her to take him even deeper than usual, her throat relaxing to accommodate him completely. She could feel the pressure building in her own body, her heart pounding in her chest, as she sucked and swallowed, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible.
Jack's hands moved to her hair, tangling in the long strands, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed her head. His hips bucked slightly, fucking her mouth with increasing urgency. Gwen moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
"Fuck, Gwen... You feel so good," Jack panted, his grip on her hair tightening as he neared the edge. Gwen could feel his cock throbbing, his body tensing as he prepared to come undone.
She pulled back just enough to suck hard on the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she used every ounce of suction she could manage. With a final, strangled cry, Jack came apart, his hot cum spilling into her mouth.
Gwen swallowed as much as she could, her throat working to accommodate the sudden flood of semen. A few droplets escaped, trailing down her chin and neck as she righted herself, flipping back onto her feet.
Jack helped her steady herself, his hands cupping her face as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. "That was... incredible, Gwen. You're amazing."
She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "Thanks, Jack. I aim to please." She grabbed a nearby towel, wiping her mouth and chin before tossing it aside.
—
Later, Jack handed a sleek new gadget to Gwen.
"This is an improved version of the spider-web shooter. And a few extra tricks."
Gwen's eyes lit up as she took the device. "Wow, this is awesome. Jessica mentioned it, but I didn't think you'd actually go and make it."
Jack simply shrugged. "Figured you could use an upgrade."
"You're calmer than I thought," came a teasing voice.
From behind the training ground gate stepped a pair of long, booted legs, followed by the rest of Jessica—smirking as always.
She clasped her hands behind her back.
"Well," she said brightly, "now that all the awkward flirting is out of the way… can we finally talk about forming our superhero team?"