Chapter 6
We had sex for the rest of the day. I half expected there to have been a huge crowd outside by the time we finished, but the nurse must have made a deal with the other on-duty nurses. The test actually bore fruit; I didn't know it would.
Every few orgasms she would have would milk the next one from me that much quicker. By the end, we were both cumming at almost the same pace, and sex went from barely any feeling to having the most intense orgasms than I ever had in my previous life. My whole body trembled at each orgasm, and my mind went blank for a few seconds each time I climaxed. The squealing woman underneath me must have also been feeling the changes.
We took a shower together, and I felt my body almost aching with built-up power from dual cultivation. With just a bit more effort, I knew I could form a chi core in my body, but doing so now would cripple my magical growth in the future, so I held off. I began to sit in a lotus position and spin the stored energy around my body.
I spun the energy into a very thin line before interweaving it over and over again. I would spin the rope and braid it together, then start over and braid a new set of threads before braiding those together. Finally doing this ten times, I felt a shift in my body as I formed my first magic circle. The dry well in my body began to fill with chi or mana, depending on where you were to learn this.
With this, I had broken through the body cultivation level of chi and had gone into the gas stage of cultivation. Some people were born with magic circles, or I doubted this method would have ever been found, because forming a core was so much simpler. Doing so would permanently lock you out of forming magic circles, though, as all chi would be stored in the core.
Once again, making a core would lock me out of improving my body further as well. Perhaps with energy storage, I could work around it, but I didn't think the risk was worth it. Improving my mana veins and chakra points or making another circle was the next step in strengthening myself. As I let out a breath from finishing the circle, the nurse finally came out of the bathroom.
She had a gun in her hand, and my eyes went wide as people I knew entered the room. About a dozen people entered. Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, then finally Nick Fury came in, closing the door and throwing me a pair of pants. I couldn't help but blurt out as I put the pants on.
"Where the hell did that gun come from? Did you Godfather me?" I couldn't help but see a few of the S.H.I.E.L.D. (only putting the periods in this one time) agents' faces shift from indifference to ones with smirks on them as I did so.
Nick Fury sat down in the chair across from me. The first few days, I had noticed the oddly high chair in the room, but that quickly left my mind since no one used it. Now that he sat above me, looking down, I knew the entire time I woke up, I was already under surveillance.
My mind quickly started thinking through what exactly that meant. Not only were they watching me jerk it the past month, they probably set me up to have sex to prove that was one of my powers. They must have noticed me using my telekinesis and obviously noticed the changes to my body. That would leave plant control as the only power I had that they couldn't deduce from watching me.
That would also mean that all the blood tests they have done were for testing purposes, and if none of the other 100 told them. I asked.
"There haven't been many comics involving SHIELD since it became somewhat redundant because of the Justice League. You should double-check to make sure my blood made it to where it's supposed to be. In most universes, SHIELD is almost always full of double agents. Specifically secret HYDRA agents."
Nick Fury has yet to say anything, most likely waiting for me to speak first as a form of power play. That power play was broken almost immediately by his shocked expression. I asked.
"Hey, I always had an idea on how to tell if there are any HYDRA agents around, if you'd let me test it. It's never been done in any comics, but it makes sense in my head at least."
"Alright then, go ahead." Nick crossed his leg and placed his giant custom-made Desert Eagle pointed towards me. I knew from the comics that Nick Fury had a weakened version of the super soldier serum since they did away with the infinity serum. That puts him somewhere between peak human and superhuman. He looked like a younger version of Samual L. Jackson, maybe more like Mace Windu with a goatee.
"I am one of the heads of HYDRA. Any lower-ranking members must respond to me. HAIL HYDRA!"
Chapter 7
"HAIL HYDRA!" One of the men who entered first blurted out, and the room was silent for a few seconds. The flimsy brainwashing they did couldn't stop not saluting a superior, even a made-up one. Like a bomb going off, the man pulled at the gun on his leg, and without thinking, I closed the distance between myself and him. He had it aimed at my feet before he pulled the trigger.
I used my telepathy to stop the hammer from dropping. If it were a striker-fired pistol or Nick's custom, I don't think I could have stopped it. My hand swung down like a club, knocking the gun out of his hand as my other hand formed a knife and stabbed towards his throat to incapacitate him. I had been taught the best hand fighting techniques during the war, but that was all a lie.
At no point during the war did we meet face to face with the enemy. Maybe in some form of comfort, in case we ever were forced to melee with the enemy, we were taught the perfected form of MMA designed to cripple enemies. This could easily break my fingers, but a broken finger was easier to deal with than a crushed throat. Even if I did no permanent damage, he would still have to struggle for minutes to get any breath in him.
He struggled to catch his breath, and I instinctively went for the knife that should have been on my leg, but stopped when I remembered where I was. I looked around the room again and noticed everyone pointing guns in our direction, with about half on me and half on him. Once again, I was surprised by the lack of action from the agents.
If I had waited, I had no doubt I'd have died before any of the agents killed the HYDRA agent. It left a bad taste in my mouth. This government-sanctioned group would have let an asset be killed by a sleeper agent while many of the higher-ups sat back and watched. I didn't want anything to do with these incompetent fucks, but at the very least, I might be able to get some benefits from dealing with them.
I slowly walked back over to the bed and sat back down, avoiding the stains on the bed. Once again, Nick played at the macho bullshit talk, first garbage, every shitty guide to negotiations push. Yeah, that's what you want to start a partnership with, confrontation. I wait another five seconds before I ask.
"In what macho bullshit fantasy do you think that not talking gives you power over me. In all honesty, I'm way more likely to flip the table and start spouting off your secrets because you piss me off. Dreykov is still alive. If you didn't see a body, then he's definitely alive."
The look of shock washed through Natasha as she questioned my thoughts. Before giving anyone else time, I continued looking at Clint.
"Your life kind of sucks, my dude. Most of your kids die or turn into villains, your wives all leave you, and even Nat kills them in a different universe. I would feel worse for you if you weren't such a colossal shit in the comics, often sparing people who turn around and shit on your kindness by killing those close to you."
I turn to Fury. "Finally, we get to the big guy. I guess bullying a kid is something Captain America wouldn't agree with, so that's why he's not here. He really only sticks around SHIELD because it was Peggy's agency. With you leading it, I really don't see why HYDRA even bothers infiltrating it. You'll fuck it up eventually anyway."
I lean forward, making eye contact with him. "Every major enemy of SHIELD besides HYDRA was brought on by you, and every backroom deal you make for funding shows how redundant and morally bankrupt your little group is nowadays. When you actually want to talk, I know you'll know where to find me."
I stood up and left without saying another word.
...............….
Nick Fury looked at the now unconscious HYDRA agent. He didn't expect the man to also be a skilled fighter. He knew three of them in that room could each beat him in hand-to-hand fighting, but it was most likely because they had been improved by super soldier serums. Any full human in the room without any outside help would have lost to him.
That wasn't including any of the wide variety of powers he had also shown. His wounds healed far too quickly to be normal, and in a month, he shed close to three hundred pounds. The doctors only gave him a few months to live at first, but every report after the first pushed that date back until they were saying he was one of the healthiest specimens they had ever seen.
Nick took a container from one of the inner pockets on his jacket and opened it to reveal a single cigar and a lighter. He pinched the end off and lit it inside the hospital, drawing a few side-eyed glances from the other agents. Most had never seen him smoke before, but the few who had been around for years knew it was a habit he only did when something rattled his cage. He asked.
"So with all that, it's obvious we have to keep a tail on him. We'll keep him under surveillance for now and get some more information on him. In the meantime, someone bag up these sheets and have them taken in as test samples. We don't know how his powers work, but if we can figure it out…"
He left it at that.
Chapter 8
Damn. I really wish he weren't so confrontational. I'd have at least liked to have made some money from them. I only had the clothes and wallet I showed up in. The shirt on me was so large it looked more like a dress. The pants were so large I just tossed them into a trash can as I walked. Finally, the wallet only had two dollars and my I.D. inside.
The name was my previous name from my original universe. Danny Storm. It said my age was eighteen, and I planned on exploiting my young looks to the fullest. Those who didn't know my true age would easily underestimate me, and I thought it would most likely make me one of the oldest of the 100. I wondered if there were any cases of Billy Batson going around where a child was converted into an eighteen-year-old.
I headed towards the park and sat on a bench. I cried even though I felt fine. If I were a bit younger, I wouldn't understand why I cried. It was a compartmentalization of my emotions that I developed in the army. While I felt fine on the surface, I was overwhelmed by everything that had happened. Anyone who watched me cry would assume sadness, but it was just an outlet to vent stored emotions.
I finished up and felt more emotionally stable. I started making a mental list of what I needed to do to secure my immediate future. I needed a base of operations and money to start with, at the very least. I whispered to myself.
"First, you get the money."
With ill-fitting clothes and a somewhat shabby appearance, I looked like a homeless man. Now, if only I knew which way to go to find a bridge to ask questions to my fellow homeless. After exploring for another hour, I managed to find a homeless camp in the middle of the park…
Man, this reminds me of my home universe a little. I walk the outskirts of the camp looking for a more coherent person, not high on drugs, with a spark of life still in their eye, without the hint of malice.
Finding a somewhat clean-looking man with a grill going and some homeless people lined up in front, I came behind him to talk. After letting the few homeless who yelled out know I'm not trying to cut in line, I get directions to the nearest drug den. I scout the outside and notice a few lookouts watching, but their all kids wearing light enough clothing, I know they don't have guns.
I waited to see the handoff of money and note the make and color of the vehicle. The few times that police had passed, they completely ignored the house, except one where a man walked out and handed over a package most likely containing money or drugs to bribe them. In movies, the groups would be less blatant, but in real life, it becomes a predictable pattern.
During my wait, I started to shift my hair color to black and was surprised by how easy it was. Making the scraggly-looking beard was much harder. It was the same for lengthening my hair, with tremendous effort needed to be used. Four hours of waiting, the vehicle reappeared, and I made my move.
Just as he pulled out the envelope full of money to pass it over, I ran between them at full speed, grabbing it. The first thing you do when something like this happens isn't to immediately turn and start shooting; it is to be extremely confused for a few seconds. By that time, I was already rounding the corner of the house.
If anyone chased me, they didn't for very long. After opening the envelope, it contained 2500 dollars. So they made close to ten thousand a day selling drugs, if they sold 24/7, that is. I might make stealing from these fucks a habit. I might have to figure out where the money was going.
I ducked into a Starkmart and bought a phone, along with shoplifting some clothes and food. It felt nostalgic to do so, as after the war if when you entered or exited a store, it would scan your face, and if you were to steal, they would just charge you for the items.
I searched for local housing within my budget and only got hits for shared spaces besides one. I picked the single first and called the number. By the end of the day, I had a new place to call home.
The next week was just living. I went and stole a mini fridge I filled it with food from Starkmart. I climbed up the building across from the drug den and followed the car until it turned blocks down the road, then followed it again. The final time I followed, they headed into a gated building, which I could only assume was a named villain in the world, probably Penguin or the Manfredi family.
Preparing to rob them blind, I did notice a SHIELD agent tailing me a few times. Being peak human and able to change my hair color, I was able to evade them, so I don't think they knew what I was doing. As I was planning what to do next, I stepped into a fancy coffee shop and noticed a very attractive redhead.
With a feeling of deja vu, I did a double-take as I recognized her from the comics. I couldn't help but put a smile on my face as I recognized the one and only Mary Jane.
Chapter 9
I personally didn't like her very much. Yeah, I get that she's pretty and all, but the person she was on the inside was awful. Every storyline that tried to make her more sympathetic, like her abusive father, I didn't care much about. She cheated on someone in every single one of the Spider-Man trilogy, and it left a permanent bad impression of her on me.
Every timeline where Mary Jane and Peter get together makes it hard for me to read. Thank god they just made her the object of Peter's affection, who never noticed him in high school. She was only briefly mentioned in one of Peter's latest comics, and it was about her trying to be an actress while working as a waitress. She was dating Harry, but they broke up, and now she's dating John Jameson.
At least that was what I thought until someone who wasn't an astronaut came up behind her and kissed her on her neck. So she was at least cheating on her astronaut boyfriend right now. I would never date someone like her, but… If she were willing to sleep around it might just be my turn soon.
I didn't want to waste any time trying to seduce her, so the moment I came into some money, I'd just offer her more than she could refuse to sleep with me. Speaking of beauties, I needed to find some of the women I'd like to start having sex with on the regular.
Poison Ivy was in Arkham, so she was a no-go. I was too weak for Wonder Woman or any with similar powers as her. A few were in relationships, so I'd have to find them and wait for their boyfriends to fuck up before I could swoop in.
That left Gwen Stacy, Catwoman, Black Cat, Harley Quinn, Barbara Gordon, Zatanna, Wonder Girl, Star Girl, Squirrel Girl, Cheshire, Huntress, Tigress, White Tiger, Cheetah, Starfire, Blackfire, Raven, and Terra. Those were the women I could get to easily.
Just about every meta-human/mutant was attractive enough to want, but professor mind rape made that a no-go for now. I trust my mental defenses against him, but not in his machine. Swooping in and saving someone from a sad backstory like Vixen, before her uncle kills her dad for the necklace. That happened in Africa, unfortunately, though, so it would have to be someone close by.
Most of them would probably not trust me on account of my being from the group that gave away most people's secret identities. Converting villains just drew me more than superheroes. I'll just leave it up to fate for now, until I have the money and power first, I shouldn't worry about the women.
With that, I decided to push my plans further along with the heist. After watching the house, I knew it was Penguin's. That meant more goons than normal but less chance of fighting an actual threat. I watched the mansion for an entire day and only saw five vehicles come and go during that period.
The gate was automated, and there were no guards on the outside of the mansion. There were cameras, but they didn't have overlapping coverage, meaning I could sneak through where they didn't reach. The inside most likely had cameras, meaning the moment I entered the mansion, I'd be on a timer.
If I were to wait until the cars left, I would have eight to ten fewer people to deal with inside. If Penguin lived in the mansion, he hadn't left since I started casing it. Finally, the police kept a constant watch on the outside of the mansion, meaning they were probably bought and paid for by the gangsters.
This was really a multi-person job, but I couldn't trust anyone else currently. If I were to chase after one of the cat burglar women on my list, these types of jobs would be easier, but at the same time, I didn't plan on needing to do too many of them. Finally, I stole supplies I needed to push the mission success rate up.
As I waited for night to come for me to put my plan into motion, I heard a knock on my door. One of the few people I didn't want to see at my door came in as I opened it. She sat on the stolen bean bag chair I had pointing towards my stolen TV. She rotated the chair to face me before saying.
"Black hair suits you. So that sex thing you do. How does it work exactly?"
Chapter 10
"What do you mean? You probably understand it better than I do. I mean, your scientists probably got all up in my jizz figuring that shit out. Speaking of which, did they find anything?"
She looked around the room for the first time since she entered, which left me feeling off again. It left me feeling that her skills had dulled from lack of work. No, that doesn't make sense either. Did they make a psychological profile of the type of woman they think I'd want to sleep with? That makes the most sense because the ditsy act would work ninety percent of the time.
The ten percent of the time would be when I just wasn't attracted to the person doing it, like if I knew it was an act. It led me to believe they underestimated me because I didn't notice I was in a secured area of SHIELD instead of a hospital. I grabbed a beer out of the mini fridge and handed it to her. She thanked me before saying.
"Yeah. When they tested it, they found that it was completely sterile. So no matter how much you fuck you won't get anyone pregnant.
She said the last part in a seductive tone. I knew I could change my sperm to be the most sterile or potent a person could ever reach. Realistically, I thought with my dick more than I'd like to admit, and if it was any female agent besides the BLACK WIDOW, I'd probably be trying to put the moves on her right now. I just couldn't see her as anything more than a trained killer. I couldn't let my guard down around.
She opened the beer and drank it sloppily on purpose, letting some foam pour down her cleavage. I had perfect control over my body, so when I felt myself start to get hard, I shut it down. I sat across from her and candidly asked.
"What does SHIELD want from me anyway? The person who did my psychological profile probably deemed me a non-threat, so it has to be something, right? Do you think you can get any more free information out of me?"
I sipped at my fruit punch since I wasn't a fan of drinking. She started to unzip her top while asking. "So, you want to fuck?" I almost did a spit take when she was so blatant with trying to seduce me… She's here to seduce me and try to figure out my powers. Why am I fighting this so much? I'm too valuable an asset to kill right now.
I take her into my bedroom. I managed to follow one of the goons back to their house because I was going to impersonate him and drive the vehicle there, but I decided against it and just robbed him blind. His bed was a big king-sized one that took up most of the floor space in the room.
I did away with that idea when I saw how pathetic the guy lived. There was no way he was a higher-up in the mob living in that run-down house. I put a few towels down underneath her as she finished stripping out of her one-piece uniform. God, as dangerous as she was, she was still one of the most beautiful women on the planet.
I knew this was a ploy to maybe draw me in as an informant or get more DNA out of me, but I didn't really care. My heart still pounded as I was just glad everything had worked out to the point that this could happen. Every part of her was designed for sex, from her appearance to her attitude, which made sense as a spy.
She spread her legs and showed me her honeytrap. While I was half attempted to just fuck her like I did with the nurse, she was someone I knew from the outside looking in. I was a big fan of hers, so I wanted to leave a good impression. I got down in front of her and started kissing up her legs. Finally, giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
I try to bring her to orgasm, but I can tell she's faking it, and by checking her with diagnostic touch, I know why. I knew from the comics and movies that they removed the uterus of the black widows so they couldn't get pregnant and be compromised. What I didn't know was that they also deadened the nerves so she wouldn't be able to climax.
She was riddled with other permanent injuries. A fractured leg that healed incorrectly. Several torn ligaments are close to crippling, most likely causing pain. Several bone shards and other fragments are inside her body. Brain damage from constant damage, and it looked like the faulty serum had caused extreme damage to her organs as well.
I asked her. "I don't want to sound rude, but do you have the ability to cum?"