She made her way towards the bed and lit some candles. By the time I was done with her, those candles would be close to stumps. She sits on a corner of the bed and waits for me to make the first move. I take the hint and close the distance, sliding a leg between hers and passionately kissing her for minutes.
Practically sucking the air out of her, I undo the negligee top and begin to massage her breasts. I begin to rub circles around her nipples with my thumbs before breaking off her kiss and placing one of her breasts in my mouth. I'm half tempted to leave a hickey, but decide against it. I just wanted to fuck her, not ruin any chances she has with either man she's dating.
I pull her in closer and start kissing her even more passionately as I let her feel my hardness on her leg. Finally pushing her over, I continue to kiss her while I slowly edge her underwear off. I glance down and see the well-trimmed red bush rub against my leg, and the wetness lets me know I'm done with foreplay.
I pull her so she's in a more comfortable spot on the bed and begin slowly. We had all night to get this right, and I didn't need to be impatient. Slow, shallow thrusts leave her gasping into my mouth just inches away from her own. I gave her tentative, almost loving kisses as I slowly picked up speed. I brought her to orgasm first, then again, then again, before I came myself.
She heaves in deep breaths, trying to recover from our lovemaking before I continue. I speed the pace up once again, not going all out, but at a moderate pace, I thrust into her. At about the third orgasm again, I can't hold myself back anymore and start fucking as deep as I can go. Like our parts were made for each other, they fit almost perfectly, and that leads me to fuck harder and faster.
When she hit her tenth orgasm, she had to take a break. On wobbly legs, she made her way to the bathroom while I checked out her fridge. I grab out her orange juice and pour us two cups before making my way back to the bed.
Even if she cleans the sheets, that stain sank deep into the bed. It would take days to fully dry and would leave a permanent smell if she didn't deep clean it. Mary Jane was a gusher, leaving a puddle almost the length of the bed where our sex met and would leak. She almost kicks the door open when she comes out before saying.
"Did my tits grow bigger?"
I couldn't help but laugh when she said that. So now we get to what peak human means. Peak human means different things for different people. If a person wanted to be a peak human at weight lifting, then they'd look tremendously different than someone who wanted to be peak human at running. So how did the body know what to change?
It really didn't, so it relied on what that person thought a peak human was. Mary Jane is an actress striving to be one of the most beautiful women on the planet, and the number of men who turned her down for roles while looking at her b-cups was enough to give her a complex about them.
She often stared at herself naked and played with them, wishing they were bigger. She stared at them enough to notice even a small change, but them going up half a size was more than a small change. I didn't give her any indication that I knew why her breasts were suddenly at B+ if that was a thing.
Even her tiny nipples she disliked, were a little more prominent on her body. I could only smile and hold the two glasses of orange juice up for her to know I got her a drink already. She downs the whole thing while I sip at mine and takes mine from me to finish it, which kind of irritated me a bit.
During the war, there was a food shortage, and if you didn't watch your plate, you might end up having food stolen. Every single chow time led to a fist fight as someone would steal a roll or brownie from another's plate. It made me somewhat territorial about my food and drink. I couldn't help but think of a way she could make up for stealing my drink.
I pin her down and start kissing her roughly. Just like the nurse her body and mine became more and more compatible the more we had sex. I couldn't wait to test this out fully on someone I planned to sleep with regularly as I sloppily kissed and licked her. I lined myself up and plunged into her depths fully. Even now, the memories from my first life going too fast and hurting a lover made me hold back unconsciously.
At least for the first thrust to know for sure that she's fully ready. For a few thrusts, I go slow like we did when we started. Then I sped up to a moderate pace. As she came to her first orgasm I sped up fully fucking away as hard and fast as I thought she could handle. Plowing into her at that speed made ripples go through her whole body.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, and the soft moans she had near the start had turned towards primal screams as she could only breathe heavily and wait for me to finish. I stopped keeping count of the orgasms and only stopped when she went unresponsive. I was taken aback by it, to be honest.
I didn't know that you could fuck someone unconscious. I thought that was a porn and movies type thing where they're fucked so hard they pass out. I guess it is possible, and I'd have never known this if I didn't have all this money to blow. God damnit, I had a good quip to say after I left her a mess, and I won't get to say it now. Fuck it, I'll say it out loud to myself.
"Face it, Mary Jane. You just hit the jackpot."
…God, that was cringy, I'm glad she's unconscious. I really wanted to have more sex, but I guess we'll finish here. Once again, I feel sorry for those who will come after me, but fucking Mary Jane was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I put out the candles before I tried putting her somewhere on her bed that wasn't soaked. After that, I left, making sure to lock up.
Chapter 17
With the fun being had and my wounds being healed, I decided to look for a new place to live. While I could live in the poorer parts of the city, if someone broke in and stole my money, I'd be in the same spot as the Penguin I stole from. After checking out a few single apartments and finding nothing that really stood out to me, I decided to look for ones with roommates.
Hoping for something good, I ended that after the first day. Same for the second step of searching for a home. The third day, while I was just about to throw in the towel, I entered an old-timey house that had been split into four sections. A single large-scale home had been converted into eight separate living residences.
While it was designed with communal living in mind, it had plenty of bathrooms and a well-stocked kitchen you wouldn't find in New York for even twice the price they were asking for rent. After meeting several of the residents and recognizing one I knew, I had to move in as soon as possible.
I wouldn't need to be as quiet either on account of the thick wall, probably filled with asbestos, separating the sections. The loud rock I heard from upstairs only came through above my closet. The owner of the property wanted to fill it as quickly as she could for some reason, and I thought I was a good enough judge of character to know if she was trying to rip me off.
When I said that, I meant beyond the normal ripping off that happens to a tenant. I don't think she looked like the type that would try to break into my freshly stolen safe and steal my money. She might snoop, but besides the ten packs of stolen condoms in my stolen dresser drawer, she wouldn't find anything incriminating.
I decided to go introduce myself to the neighbors. If shit ever hit the fan, it always helped to have the neighbors' good intentions. If I didn't get along with any of them, it would be fairly easy to get them to move out as well. The lasagna in Mary Jane's fridge that I know for sure she didn't make also led me to think of buying some cooking equipment for the shared kitchen.
I spent the rest of the day moving furniture in and buying/stealing stuff I needed for the new, bigger house. Just as I finished up, I got a knock on my door, and who else but Hawkeye had shown up. I deadpanned my reaction when I said.
"If this is a booty call, I'll just let you know now that I'm not interested in dudes." He stood still at the doorway for a few seconds before coming in. He sat on one of the newly stolen couches I had. Even though I could afford it if there's no chance of getting caught, why even bother buying things?
I still had the mini fridge and handed him a beer from the same pack I kept for guests, as I got another fruit punch for myself. As we sat in companionable silence for a few moments, he broke it first. "So you've seen my future or alternate versions of me at least. What exactly happens?"
While I was half tempted not to tell him anything, I knew, for the sake of his sanity, I'd tell him. "Alright, so most of the stuff that happened involves alternate universes besides this one, which had the Crush happen. So you could meet someone from the alternate universe and be happy, but that's really unlikely. Most of the real goody two-shoes end up with very tragic backstories."
I took a sip of my fruit punch before continuing. "Like Spiderman, for example. The kid is a literal genius on par with Tony Stark, but he got in his own head and would rather save people by dressing up like that instead of making a business which could help far more people in the long run."
I really think about it. "Actually, that's most of the geniuses who fight crime. Batman could have donated five million to the police force every year for the rest of his life, but instead of doing that, he torpedoed his career by dressing up in a bat costume. He could have done more as Bruce Wayne to fight crime, but now they want to cut him from his own company because he's costing them far more money."
I kind of got distracted by talking about comics and forgot what he asked. "So I'm not even sure who you're married to in this timeline. Like I said, most comics that show you living into old age, you're alone with one of your kids trying to kill you. I guess just have fun and try to die young… That's not really a good point, is it?"
"I guess you could have Nat kill your enemies and make sure your kids don't become super villains." I sat there quietly after speaking. I wasn't sure why I said that, and I hoped that I wasn't being written as a love interest for Natasha. My eyes went wide as I asked. "Oh fuck is Natasha your wife? That happens in one of the comics."
He burst out laughing. "*Hahaha* What? Really? I mean, I guess if you see enough different universes, that would be possible, but she's more of a little sister to me."
"If I were to guess, it's either Laura Barton or Bobbi Morse. Those are your two big ones you end up with in most timelines. If you have a daughter, she ends up becoming Hawkeye after you quit and then becoming Ronan after where she'll die to the yakuza. If you have a son, he also becomes Hawkeye but eventually becomes the Bloody Bow."
I didn't want to tell him what his son in that alternate universe had done. After his wife left him, stealing everything from him in the divorce, he went insane. How do you tell someone that their son bombed a bank, killing dozens for his debut as a super villain? He slaughtered his ex-wife and hung her parents with her intestines to make up for her betrayal.
"You don't want to know why he's called that if I'm being honest, and for all it's worth, I hope no one ends up like him if I'm being honest."
Chapter 18
Hawkeye got to the real reason he was sent here. He pulled out a note and handed it to me. I unfolded it and looked at the list of names on here.
Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent….
The list contained many of the superheroes and villains. I thought I knew what this was, but asked anyway. "This is a list of people you want to know more information on, correct?" Hawkeye nodded in confirmation. The list had over fifty people on it. "What do I get for each person?"
"You'll get twenty thousand for information on everyone you recognize on this list. We need a detailed report on at least half for you to get the entire am-." I cut him off. "Pass. Anything else?"
He looked at me again before stating. "Any information you provide on any, you'll be given five hundred, and any of the top ten on the list you'll be given a thous-." I cut him off again. "Pass." Sighing frustratedly, he asked. "What do you want from our partnership?" I looked down at my drink before finishing it in one go.
"I want a one-million-dollar salary as a consultant." Hawkeye just gulped as he pulled out his phone and talked to someone on the other end. In the next few minutes, Nick Fury entered and sat down on my couch across from me. He tried to play the silent game again, but I wasn't having it this time. No matter how long it took, I wasn't going to be the first to speak.
"We can't do a million a year. Frankly speaking, you're not worth it." I kind of half expected him to go this route, so I decided to cut the legs out of any of those arguments. "I know what happened to Brainiac and Ultron. I know about fifty names you didn't write down, and I can explain why your readings about five years ago were going crazy. I know that SHIELD makes 1.5 billion annually, and you can afford higher people at my price, and they're far less valuable than I am. I'm offering this deal to you because shopping around for a better price isn't worth my time."
I breathed in before speaking the word. "Thgil!" I held my hand out while imagining a light turning on. A ball of light appeared in my hand, and I continued my pitch. "I know more about magic and the evolution of humanity than anyone else. You spend eight hundred million on upkeep for the helicarrier and quinjets. Magic can literally teleport people."
I smirked before continuing. "Also, you can keep tabs on me more easily so you can show up and collect my semen, you little jizz goblin." With that, Clint Barton spat out a mouthful of beer and started coughing as it went down the wrong pipe. I think about it more and decide to take a risk.
"If I were the director, I would set twenty million for the magics department for SHIELD, then you could just pay me out of that." Becoming the head of a new division would draw a gigantic target on my head for all the double agents. Nick looked at me with a stern expression before asking. "Why do you have a problem with me?"
"During the alien invasion from the race of aliens that wiped out the martians, you specifically held back SHIELD from helping with the construct created near New York. Just about every year, New York is attacked by a large-scale threat, and every single time, you do nothing to help."
I sighed because I knew what I was about to say would torpedo my chances of ever working for SHIELD. "To be frank, Sir, you're a massive coward, and you shouldn't be running SHIELD. Peggy would be very upset about what you've done with SHIELD, and if you do end up hiring me, I'll do my god's honest best to get someone more competent to replace you."
Once again, I'm oversharing, but to be honest, meeting SHIELD has been a disappointment. It was like meeting a movie star you looked up to and realized they were a jaded dickhead.
"In every world-ending event, when you could have helped them win, you just disappear. You run away and go hide in one of your bunkers. It was funny in the comics but looking at it from a world I live in now you sacrifice a key pivotal role as one of the leaders of a branch of the military to run away and hide. I bet the first thing you thought of when I took out that HYDRA agent was that you could still beat me in a fight."
We sat in silence, and I really thought about everything that's happened. Nick Fury was never this stubborn, and even in the comics, I thought something was off. "I have to ask a fairly probing question. Are you a Skrull?"
Chapter 19
He didn't have any outward change to my question except slightly raised eyebrows. With a smirk on his face, he asked. "And why do you think I'm a Skrull?" I couldn't help but smirk as I thought up a lie. "You cut yourself shaving this morning. I can see the color of your blood through the cut."
His eyes went wide as his hand rose to his face. Just like the HYDRA agent, he rapidly stood up and went for his gun. While I wasn't sure I could stop it from firing, it was still light enough to lift with telepathy, which I had already done. I grabbed the vial of sand in my pocket and smashed it in my hand before throwing it straight in his eye.
He wasn't human but could mimic the powers of whoever he copied. In a fair fight, he and Hawkeye would undoubtedly beat me. This wasn't a fair fight as I closed the distance on the now blinded Fury. I plunged my knife into his neck. Fighting fair was a fool's idea, and winning the fight fast was the best way to make sure you stay alive. I started yelling out to Hawkeye, who pulled his bow.
"Blood! Look at his blood!" Green blood gushed from his neck wound as I dragged the knife out to stab again. Skrull Nick grabbed at me, but it was the vain hope of a dying man that he could accomplish something. I calmly asked Clint. "Hey, any chance you can run to the bathroom really quickly and grab a towel. I'd rather not have alien blood all over my new couch."
I felt him die as his body changed. While expecting a rush of new abilities, I barely feel anything. Slight improvements to my strength, dexterity, endurance, and chi reserves, but besides that, I think that's about it. I guess he was just a Skrull mook, not the real Fury. I wouldn't have been able to kill the real Fury that easily. The world most likely would have stopped me.
I did learn a bit about their language, culture, and biology. That made me think I needed to kill a linguist at some point. Were there any multilingual villains? It only gave me a beginner's level of that language. When the Skrulls invaded, I could ask them where the bathroom was. I think this was a combined effect from having both the growth and syphon powers, and I would get nothing if I only had syphon.
They are much weaker than the comic Skrulls, not being able to perfectly mimic people's powers or mannerisms. I held the knife in place while trying to drag his body off my couch. Blood was a lot easier to clean off wood. Hawkeye came running in with two handfuls of towels. I yell at him. "One towel at a time, please. It took me three trips to steal all those towels!"
He looked at me like my head was on fire. "Why did you steal towels?" Out of everything, he was more upset by my towel thievery than by my killing his fake boss. "Because those are ultra-absorbent towels. They cost sixteen dollars each. I'm not paying for that. Use them one at a time."
He grumbled as he put the towels down and took one to start soaking up the blood. He stopped halfway through. "Wow, these towels really soak up the blood. I'll probably only need one." He continued to clean while I levitated a clean knife to him. "Any chance you can cut your finger. Just so we know for sure we're not Skrulls."
To avoid an argument where he accuses me of being a Skrull and I have to tell him, then why did I kill this Skrull and out him? I just cut my finger. A few drops of red blood come out, and for a brief moment, I think I might have to wrestle him to see if he's a Skrull, but he cuts himself and reveals red blood. After he calls in SHIELD, and they take the body out. He asked.
"How did you know he was a fake?" I decided to tell him my thought process. "I thought there was a possibility back when I first outed the HYDRA agent. He overreacted to the double agents mentioned, then barely reacted when I outed the HYDRA agent. Like he was worried I was going to out him as a double agent, but then thought I only knew about the HYDRA agents.
He was cowardly but not ambitious enough to be the real Fury. If he had a huge piece like me orbiting him, he'd have tried way harder to get me under control… Plus, the real Nick Fury would have never let me call him a little jizz goblin without clapping back. No, he was replaced and told to watch, or the real Nick Fury would have tried to start the Avengers protocol to keep the Justice League in check."
"Alright, well, do you have any ideas where the Skrull might be?" I paused and thought for a moment. "Skrulls are way out of SHIELD's league. You'd better call in the big guns to look for the ship, or SHIELD will get ripped apart. Also, I doubt Fury was really captured. Like I said, the guy is a coward and probably ran away the second he thought someone was targeting him."
A voice came from the door. "That's an interesting viewpoint, Danny boy. Let's see if you can talk all that shit to my face." I groaned out loud. "I just moved in! Can you guys wait a week to do this shit?"
Nick just walked past me. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you too busy leaving puddles of ejaculate everywhere to have some guests over?" I burst out laughing. "*Hahaha* That's how you know it's the real Nick Fury. Also, can you cut yourself real quick just to be sure?"
Chapter 20
"So two years. You've let a Skrull agent lead SHIELD for two years to gather information."
Nick looked at Hawkeye, who just asked an obvious question. The second Nick stopped the Avengers initiative, he should have known he was a fake. I met him twice, and I knew he wasn't the real Fury. I guess you just don't think your boss can be a secret alien double agent.
"Yes, and the jizzard wizard here killing the Skrull, I let them know we're on to them." I almost yell. "No fucking way the jizzard wizard be my hero name. Don't even joke about that until I get my hero name or I go to Times Square and yell out your social security number."
"You don't ha-." I cut him off. "299-45-" "Alright then, no to jizzard wizard but you'll owe me one." I let him know. "If you decide to hire me." He pulled a box from his pocket before saying. "You're already hired. I'll grab your credit card once I get this cigar lit." He flicked a classic Zippo lighter and puffed a quarter of a stogie in one go before breathing out a huge smoke cloud.
I couldn't help but smile when Nick smoked again. He didn't because of people petitioning the removal of most smoking, and they wouldn't let him in the Marvel movies. It was a huge part of his character in the classics, and it just suited him. After the war, a large number of people started smoking again to cope, so it sort of rolled back the outcries a little.
"You don't mind if I smoke in here?" He asked, having almost finished his cigar. "Not at all, but." I floated a little candy dish over to him. "Can you not ash on my floor, please? It's new. I don't want it to lose that new Skrull blood smell."
Unceremoniously, Black Widow entered the house. Nick pulled out my credit card and handed it over. We all sat back down, and I was pretty much done with the day. I asked. "Why am I still here?" Nick ashed his cigar and waved Natasha at my fridge. She grabbed two beers before he said to grab the rest of the six-pack.
"What do you mean? You're a big part of this. You met the Skrull twice and knew it wasn't me, even though you never met me. I guess you've got a good sniffer for this kind of shit, so figure it as your job interview for SHIELD." I laugh internally. Even now, he's trying to pinch pennies.
"I want a million now to help with this. I also want to be just a consultant. I'm too busy to be sent on missions. I'll make a bunch of magical equipment and tell your guys how to make and use it, then maybe steal some for myself for protection. I mean, you can't have the head of your magical department running around unarmed, right?"
"The million we can do, but I also want you to go over that updated list you were talking about with Skrull me. I need information on who to poach for the Avengers initiative." I rolled it around in my head.
"You should call in every single member of SHIELD and have them cut themselves in front of you while having a telepath read their memories when you mention HYDRA. If all else fails, I think my method would work for weeding out the mind-controlled HYDRA agents at least. If you honestly want to cripple HYDRA, you should cut off their money sources and slander them."
"What do you mean by that?" Natasha asked as she popped the can of beer open. I explain more. "Well, HYDRA is a German organization tied to Hitler. Do you know who joins HYDRA? People who don't know shit about HYDRA. You publicly link them to the nazi party, and the people who would go in for the HYDRA interview and get brainwashed now might call and report their recruitment agency. Also, getting a bill passed that any businesses linked with supporting HYDRA will have their assets seized will stop most of the income."
I think about it more. "Actually, putting your two enemies against each other should be the way to go. They both probably know about each other. If you plant some false evidence that HYDRA was the one who killed their man, and pretend like you're a secret HYDRA, they might end up fighting each other. We can also kill Alexander Pierce and blame it on the Skrull, so they start fighting each other."
Nick stopped drinking beer mid-gulp when I said the last part. I mentioned. "Oh yeah, Alexander Pierce is like ninety percent HYDRA. Also, one of the presidential candidates and most top brass in the military and branches of government… Most large companies have HYDRA agents as CEO's… You guys really fucked up not squashing them like bugs in WW2."