Peter Parker swung back after a long day of crime-fighting and just wanted to get some sleep before heading off to work at the Daily Bugle. Jay J. Jameson couldn't believe that Peter Parker, his cameraman, was Spider-Man, and that was why he still had a job. He was also why he flew under the radar, because Jay Jameson fought the narrative that he was Spiderman at every step.
He got into a debate with an internet troll who believed that Peter Parker could be Spider-Man and tore him apart. JJJ didn't make any arguments why Spiderman couldn't be Peter Parker, but he attacked the troll to the point he ran out of the studio crying. Even still, it made Peter have to lie low for most days after, and Miles picked up the slack, dressing as him to prove they were two separate people.
He tossed his work bag to the side while starting to remove his costume top before he heard Aunt May scream. He rushes up the stairs and slams the door open to see something absolutely terrible. Aunt May is completely naked with a man's head between her legs. Both he and his aunt scream as they make eye contact.
The man looked up as they screamed, and Peter recognized him. It was the man who saved Aunt May's life. While we were still screaming, he said something, and both suddenly had their clothes on. Peter's near-photographic memory was going to have him reliving this memory for a very long time.
His brain started to click over… He had his hand again. The same hand he cut off to save Aunt May. His appearance was similar enough that Peter knew who he was, but at the same time had changed enough that he was either an imposter or he was someone who could control his appearance in some way. In an off-handed way, Peter asked. "How'd you regrow your arm, and why do you look so different?"
Focusing mostly on the man, Peter didn't notice the small but obvious changes to his Aunt. Her breasts were more pronounced, the bit of flab from aging burned away, and several of her gray hairs were recolored and more vibrant than before. With that cocky smirk the man wore perpetually on his face, he answered.
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I couldn't help but chuckle at his question. "Ahh, one of my powers is biomatter control. That's how I could fix your mom's spine and regrow my arm eventually." Both drew back by what I said, which is exactly how I wanted them to react. If I can grow their relationship, it'll make Aunt May happier.
"Peter, your Aunt has been raising you since you were a baby. I don't know what to call someone who loves you unconditionally like that except mother… I wish I had a second chance with my mother." I put my acting skills to the limit as I tried to get Aunt May even more sympathetic to me. Once again, as scummy as it was, I wasn't letting a beauty like May go, and I'd play a few tricks to get her to fall in love with me.
I just hoped the bait of having Peter call her mom by accident, now that I put it in his brain come true. We talked again as I stealthily asked about the other attractive women of the Spider family. Silk was off in China getting training, and Madam Webb was a lesbian. Felicia Hardy was still playing the thief role and trying to find out information on her father, while Jessica Drew was off in Africa looking for the species of spider they used in the experiment to reverse engineer it.
That only left Aunt May to keep a connection with him, and I had already decided to start loosely dating her while being open to dating more. It was her suggestion, as I wanted a closer relationship with her, but I had to settle with just fuck buddies in the end. I got a call from one of my contacts, which led to my leaving Aunt May to explain our relationship to Peter.
A woman whose story I hadn't read had started working for SHIELD and got hold of me through them. She wasn't written very often, and I didn't know her backstory. As I took the elevator up to the same room where I killed the Purple Man, I was met with an open door. Half expecting a trap, I slowly walk into the same room, and I'm greeted with a sight I hadn't expected. Lying on the bed completely naked with her legs spread was a Purple woman.
Her hero name was Persuasion, and the only thing I knew about her was that she was the daughter of Purple Man. We sat staring at each other for a few seconds before she spoke. "You killed my father. I'd like you to fuck me in the same room he died in." I could feel Persuasion's pheromones trying to affect me, but with biomatter control, I could reverse the changes they were trying to make to my body.
It doesn't surprise her that her powers aren't effective against me, and I could tell she wasn't even trying to use them on me. It was only a test. A few seconds later, I gave her a smirk as I started to strip. Her smile grew as my clothes hit the floor, and she began laughing as I climbed on top of her.
Hours later, she breathed heavily, a sweaty mess on the crumpled sheets with a thin blanket barely covering her modesty. I sat at the edge of the bed just thinking. Things worked out well, but the mind controller showed me my weakness. I was being too reactive and needed to start actively building my strength, networks, and bank account. She let out a long throaty moan and asked for water.
After drinking down the entire cup, she lay back down and lifted the covers, exposing herself to me. With an almost hourglass body, her above D-cup breasts were some of the largest compared to others I slept with. With a smile, knowing how attractive she was, she seductively asked. "Come lie back down with me?" I couldn't help but smile as I crawled under the covers with her and began round two.
My three girlfriends sat around as I called in a meeting, now that I didn't have to worry about a potential mind rapist stealing them. I made sure, probably more times than any of them were comfortable with, as they sipped their cocoa. I handed over a piece of paper to each of them, and Stephanie was the first to ask. "What's this?"
I sipped my cocoa as I sat down. "It's a list of all my powers. I'll let you know right now, one of the powers I got gives me the ability to steal powers and another one the ability to give powers away." They looked at the list in confusion again before I clarified.
"The top part of the list are powers you can have right now if you want, while the second part are powers I'll need to build up first before you can get them."
I left off the powers I had no plans to ever give away, like energy storage, camouflage, and gravity control. Powers that I could grow were also on the list, along with the more useless powers like bioluminescence generation. Sure, I could use the powers in clever ways, but a bullet or a spell would just be faster and less goofy. After thinking about it, I decided to load up Natasha with my psychic powers because I really didn't want them, and they'd be better suited for her than me.
For that reason, her list was significantly larger than the other two. There were also the two unborn children of mine in her stomach. At any point, Steph or Cass could leave, but Natasha was stuck with me for the next eighteen years at least. Maybe giving her powers wouldn't do anything, or maybe there was a chance at them getting all or none of my powers, but I knew for sure they wouldn't get the powers I received after their conception unless I transferred them.
Cass was the first to choose. "Pyrokinesis." I wrote that down before saying. "Some things I noticed about pyrokinesis is it's weaker than a fully powered fire control power, but still useful. I'll also give the other girls a chance to get fire control first if they pick that one to get when I can trade it away without losing it."
She affirmed her choice with a nod before going back to the list. She also picked her power she'd have to wait for before Steph or Nat picked either of theirs. "Fire control…" After a few minutes of looking, Nat put her paper down before she said matter-of-factly. "Telekinesis and flight." We waited for Stephanie to make her decision.
"Can I… Can I get two of the ones that I'll have to wait for? I would eventually like to get all your control powers to round out my magic proficiency and save my mana."
I wasn't sure what would happen when I eventually got all of them. I was missing water and maybe lightning to get the full element spectrum, and if I recall, there was a ten-point power that gave full control over the elements like that. I just agreed with her. "Sure, we'll get you all of them eventually, but I'll give you low superhuman regeneration just so you have one now as well."
I handed over the powers, and all began to use them. The moment Cass got hers, she let out a fireball scorching one of my curtains, which drew a glare from me. I decided I'd have her make up the cost to me later, as I'd have to steal more blackout curtains to replace them. Each headed off, but I caught a hold of Nat before she left.
"I also want to give you some bonus powers since I'm not sure if they'll be inherited by the children if I give them to you."
Pyrokinesis, LSH regeneration, indomitable will, mind control, psychic battle form, psychic shock, psionic blast, electrokinesis, magnetoreception, bioluminescence generation
Now, some might ask, "Why give away your powers?" To that, I say "Fuck you, I do what I want!". My enemies would most likely target the people I was close to, and having new secret powers could be the difference between life and death. I highly doubted I'd need any of those powers; otherwise, I'd die.
I no longer had any of those powers except the low superhuman regeneration. Indomitable will was great for just about everyone else, but with my mental shields, it was mostly unnecessary. Electrokinesis was another I would miss, but if my children could gain powers, that would be a good one for them to start with. I decided to keep mental compulsion just in case it could be inherited. I'd rather not have a three-year-old be able to make anyone do anything they want without them or anyone else knowing.
Mind control was fairly obvious, but mental compulsion could be done over and over again with barely any way to notice. I had a power specifically for noticing it, and it still happened to two of my women. The psychic shock must have been what he used to get the drop on the other mind controllers. It was risky to use it against the other hundred, but somehow he made it work.
We had a quickie before she went off to work. Her new job at SHIELD was as the right-hand woman of the new director, so she couldn't be late. I should go in today too… I didn't want to, though. Maybe just go in for a few hours? Yeah, I can do that. I was in for an entire ten minutes before I was called up to the boss's office.
"You called for me, Miss Carter?" Standing beside her is Captain America with a Cheshire grin on his face, and Natasha on the other with a similar smile. On Agent Carter's beautiful face is a stoic expression. The deal I made was for her to pull some strings to push help from SHIELD in my direction, and I would give her youth back. Biomatter control is truly a power I don't know what to do without.
It was absurdly expensive to do it, but de-aging valuable help would always make sense. A vast majority of my time was eaten up reducing her age a few years at a time, then waiting for SHIELD's information network to find the people I needed help from. She heard what I said, saw how SHIELD was being run, and slammed Director Fury back down to the head of the Avengers initiative.
Captain America was an old soul where monogamy was a foregone conclusion. He would never marry anyone besides Carter, but there was just too big a difference in their ages. Putting her back into her twenties put them closer in age than they were originally. I think she was like twenty-four or five in the original movie, and Steve was eighteen. Steve might be a bit older than her now, actually.
"We've been talking about your particular branch of SHIELD, and I'd just like to get your opinion on some things." She pulled up the surveillance video of the magician's division of SHIELD, and it was completely different from how it had been under Fury. Men and women in lab coats tested different products while trying to use the scientific method on all the new products I was creating. Like a beehive, people moved back and forth, continuing to do important work around the elephant in the room.
Standing in the center of the room was a gigantic, hulking statue-like thing that everyone was ignoring. I could only chuckle. "Yeah, that was… It's my nuclear option I was making for myself, but I guess the guy I was making it for got caught too quickly. I'll probably scale down its size and powers for SHIELD to use on field missions." She finished her sip of coffee before asking.
"Can you clarify what that is and what it can do for me, please?"
"Once it's built, it will work as a bodyguard and command center for the magical side of SHIELD. This big one is far stronger, more adaptable, and even smarter than the smaller golems, but at ten feet tall, he'd have to go through walls or be used outside to be useful."
I thought about whether I should tell her everything it can do and decided on just telling her what the smaller versions will be capable of. "They can do just about everything." I made a portal the size of my hand and grabbed at the schematics for the smaller golems. "There are four separate golem types we'll begin working on when more than just I know how magic works. Firepower, covert, support, and capture."
I hand her the firepower golem to start with. "That is the firepower golem. Think of it like a human-shaped tank/sam for any huge defensive battles we'd participate in. These are mainly for the yearly attack that happens here that could affect the world, but they can also be used as armor for operatives or to save lives, as they are the least expensive to make.
To put it into perspective, the assault or firepower golems were only slightly over 100k to make. They were also expensive on upkeep and required resources to keep working, while the others were self-sustaining after they were made. I flipped through to the stealth or covert golems.
"This is the covert golem model. It has many magical functions, like an area-wide baffle spell and camouflage it can use. It can also be used as a portal maker that will bring the group back to the science wing when the mission is finished." The cost was dramatically more expensive but for the uses, it has its worth in my opinion.
Pulling out the next schematic, I look at the most designed but the least happy of the four. "This is the support golem, or rather, the magic golem. Think of it as a magic helper that will be loaded with plenty of spells to use… You're not going to understand this, but I tried to make it look like the black mages from Final Fantasy Nine, but they keep looking more like the coneheads from RuneScape."
Peggy chewed on her lip as she responded. "Yeah, the Steiner Vivi combo was always my favorite team-up in those games." I continued. "Yeah, that's what I was-. You've played Final Fantasy!?" It was hard not to be surprised. She'd have had to be over seventy when it came out. She gave me a sly grin before saying.
"Well, as one of the major investors in the U.S. department of Sony, I would sometimes test their products and make suggestions. I stopped after ten. Just couldn't put in the hundreds of hours of play testing unfinished games to make them better anymore, as my career in SHIELD started to become more paperwork than actual work."
"I know what I'm getting you for your wedding gift now, so that's nice. Anyway, moving on, we have the final capture golem here." I handed over the final schematic. "It's essentially a moving prison with a built-in dampener. The golem can transport high-value prisoners or subdued villains can be placed inside. It's the most sturdy and expensive as the dampening aura isn't something I fully understand yet. The science department will have to bring the cost down before we can make more than a handful of them."
To be honest, I'll have to reduce the price of all of them for us to put them into full use anyway. I clicked my tongue at the immense lack of mana-infused materials on the planet. It might be more cost-effective to build a ship for SHIELD to farm the resources ourselves. It really sucked having a competent boss; I had to put work in.
They were just doing research, but to fit into their roles better, four branches were made, and each branch focused on that particular golem/weapon/skill set as their job. The assaults were focused on making magic weapons, while the coverts worked on tools to make their operations more stealthy and safe. Some guy was playing around with my baton of the tribunal, trying to reverse engineer it, and soon he wanted to have a whole line of tribunal weaponry.
We talked for a few more minutes, and I can already see the difference between her and my previous boss. She listens to me, and everything isn't based on owing some jackass favors for getting a small amount of help from him.
I leave and check in with my members of the magic department. Surprisingly, when the job openings came up for new researchers, it wasn't instantly flooded with new people. I had half expected the majority of the people would want to be making breakthroughs in an untested field, but SHIELD was a Griffindor kind of workplace, not a Ravenclaw. It was a gungho die for your country type of place, not a solution to stop the problems from happening in the first place.
Many of the females joined for the sole purpose of sleeping with me. As Natasha was a prime example of what they could achieve by doing so, she also was the one who decided on my sleep schedule and determined who I slept with most nights. As the left hand of SHIELD, she was the right hand of the M.A.N.A. department. Magical association of national ass-kicking… I wasn't sure what the actual acronym stood for, but I figured if it was important, someone would eventually tell me.
I couldn't help but feel happy. Things were just working out for me. That night, I came home to Steph and Cass in my bed, completely naked. My first threesome in this world was far different from any I ever had. First, I didn't have to pay for it. Second, everyone involved was really, really into it.
I would cum in one, then the other would eat it out while I started fucking her. Cass enjoyed sweet flavors, so when I came in Steph, I made it taste like different sweets while giving Cass a creampie that tasted savory. Since it took too much effort and energy to keep switching, I settled on a candied bacon flavor as a middle ground.
Two days later, after not sleeping with anyone, I was about to start my day when I heard someone cooking in my living room. I was greeted by the sight of Natasha completely naked except for a pink lacy chef's apron. I walked up behind her, kissing her neck and thrusting into her wet opening in one go. I lifted her off the ground with every thrust, and after a few minutes, she turned to face me while I flipped the food.
She smirked and pointed down to what was written on her apron, and I couldn't help but laugh and say it out loud.
"Creampie the cook." I leaned forward, giving her a deep kiss before quoting her favorite movie, The Princess Bride. "As you wish. My itsy bitsy spider."
It was about a week later before I finally got permission for a side project I was working on. I let Miss Carter in on a huge part of my abilities. That huge part was that I could steal powers from other people. I gave her a list of particular powers I was looking for, and after having someone look for them, that person found several of my powers inside criminals on The Raft.
The Raft was a mega prison that spent most of its time submerged underwater, with many supervillains being subjected to the power dampeners or completely isolated if their powers were too troublesome. That's what I was going for. Some of the ones I wanted were off limits because they had the chance of eventually getting out on good behavior, but those who served life sentences… Serving that life sentence without their power would make it easier.
I licked my lips in anticipation. The four powers I was about to obtain were all huge game-changers, especially once they were fully leveled. I tested it earlier but I could breathe underwater with a combination of my powers. Just in case The Raft explodes or something when I'm there… I'm gonna assume a breakout is going to happen right as I get there or some dumb shit.
It took forever with multiple checks to finally get in and then be led to the first victim. The guide was completely covered head to toe with no exposed skin, and it was because of this particular inmate that they needed to do that. He looked at a clipboard before saying. "Jackson Day, aka The Corruptor. His power is chemical corruption from touch. Even the inhibitors don't stop his powers because it's too ingrained into his DNA to shut off without killing him."
He was locked securely into a cross-shaped apparatus. His limbs and head were held in place. The blue-skinned man gave us both a big smile before saying. "Come on in. The water's fine. How about a handshake to prove I mean no threat."
I pulled out a knife as I entered the room, and his face dropped as he began to beg. I begin to cut away a portion of his skin before placing my thumb down on the bloody spot I exposed. The guard asked. "W-what exactly are you doing?" I had almost forgotten about him as I was so focused on getting his powers. "Hmm? Oh, I cut away his skin because that's where the chemicals are secreted from. If this doesn't work, you could always skin him since that would remove his powers."
I looked at both of their horrified expressions, trying hard not to laugh. It would be far too much work to do that in the first place, and if I couldn't steal his powers, I'd rather just blow his brains out and be done with him instead of spending all this effort making sure no one came in contact with him.
After ten minutes, I gained the chemical secretion power, and his skin started to visibly change color back to normal. The man pleaded his case that he was cured, and I backed him up, knowing that he was a normal person without his powers who wouldn't commit crimes without them. At the very least, he didn't need a special cell to stop him from melting someone's skin off or making their dick hard. I was just happy to get such a versatile power.
Chemical Secretion
Chemical manipulation
Stealing powers from unsafe people let me know two things. I couldn't steal powers from mutants or metas. Jerome Beechman, or rather The Mandrill, had powers I couldn't steal as well as Doctor Light's powers… Which really, REALLY sucked. Doctor Light was one of the ones I was looking for; maybe killing him would give me the powers, but I didn't want to step on anyone's toes by murdering yet. I'd need a plan to kill them without anyone knowing it was me.
Fuck, I would have really liked his photokinesis. Doctor Light was a hit-or-miss villain with his powers. Either he was a bumbling idiot who had extremely weak powers or an extremely dangerous supervillain who could go toe to toe with any of Batman's rogues' gallery and come out on top. Right now, he's still the bumbling idiot, but if I took his powers, he would never be a threat in the future.
After checking a dozen people for abilities, some were repeated while others I couldn't steal. Three were mental controllers, and one was someone I had already met. Doctor Psyko was also in one of the cross braces, but he was stripped completely naked for some reason. Apparently, I caught them just as it was his cleaning time, and everything was done by machines…
That didn't make the gigantic dick between his legs any less unbelievable. He noticed me looking and gave me a good smirk. "Go ahead and take a picture. Maybe you can show it to your girlfriends to get them in the mood." One of the main reasons I liked villains slightly more than heroes was that they didn't let the little things like nudity get in the way of making a good joke.
I enter the room and feel him try to attack my mind. As he did so, I was glad I picked the mental defenses again. After thinking about it for another second, I remember Charles coming forward, saying he found all the mental people from the hundred… How the fuck would that have been possible if there were two in the closest city they spawned in? No, thinking about it more, it was probably all bullshit where he caught one of them and said he got them all, or some dumb shit like that. Or he was already being mind-controlled by someone else… I doubted it, though, probably just overestimated his abilities.
As I siphoned Doctor Psycho's powers, I knew his mental abilities came with some heavy drawbacks. It would give him all the normal mind control powers, but also increase his ego. He also had another power, but it wasn't until I stole it from him that I could tell what it was.
(Inferior) Mind control
Empathic touch (Altered)
Hmm. So he had empathic touch before and refined it to the point he lost most of its capabilities. Refining it solely to be able to tell what a person's sexual kinks were. I almost burst out laughing as the man went from a smirking, self-assured villain to a little quivering wreck. The ego boost from the mind control was overwritten by the other mind control powers I stole from the other people in Raft already. It was definitely the strongest out of all of them, almost bumping it to the second rank without any work beforehand.
I told him it was safe to let him go and mingle with the other prisoners now and move on to the last person I was sent here for.
I looked at the unimpressive man who was pacing back and forth through the one-way glass and couldn't help but smile. What are the chances that one of the hundred picked the teleporter bundle, stole a bunch of stuff, then got caught? How could you ever catch a teleporter? You have sex with him, get him drunk, and turn him in for the reward on his head.
The man was one of the only criminals who looked scared from the position he was in. No, he looked petrified. People can't stay that scared for that long; eventually, they'll get used to it in a day or two. His room was right next to the prison's cafeteria. I'd like to guess that people from the cafeteria were constantly harassing him, but that would only be a guess of why he was so scared.
My question was answered when I entered the room. "Y-you! Please don't chop my dick off, I only stole money!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Somehow, the story of what I did to the mind controller was already spreading, but I think they got the wrong meaning from it. "I cut off his dick because he went after my women. I'm only here to steal your powers."
He cried and complained and tried to wiggle free until warned him if he kept it up, he would get similar treatment to the other 100 member we put in there. After getting the teleport power from him, something seemed off… I asked.
Teleportation
Touch teleportation
"Why did you pick the teleportation power and upgrade it with touch teleportation when you could have gotten the bundle? I know the bundle had the ability to teleport other willing people and items from a distance, plus the extra-dimensional dwelling power."
He looked at me with the most confused expression before saying. "There were bundles?" I blinked a few times before I threw my hands up. This motherfucker just cost me a better teleport power and alternate dimension mansion because he picked his damn power without checking for anything better.
I give him the go-ahead to be moved to a safer prison. His power was the only reason he was being held in that special cell with a power dampener around his neck. Being moved to a prison for normal people will at least give him a chance to live a somewhat normal life. So, why was I excited for teleportation when I could already teleport? Several reasons.
The first was for redundancy's sake. If I entered an area where magic wasn't allowed (like a trap to a different dimension with no magic), then I could always teleport out with my power over the magic. The second reason is that it would save me mana for more powerful spells. Gaining the flight and teleport powers meant I could still do those things, but have the mana for other spells. The final reason is that I could give the power away to one of my girlfriends who couldn't learn magic in the future.
After trying to steal powers from metas and mutants, I figured something out. Anyone who had gained mutant powers could no longer learn magic or chi. Most of the powers in the universe were tied to those three power systems. This was just speculation at this point, but I believed a race that didn't know how to use magic or chi would eventually lose their ability to evolve and only gain random mutations.
Thanos, one of the most powerful of his race, was most likely a one-in-a-billion mutation. The mutations seemed weaker on average but had a higher ceiling for giving power to individuals. That would make Asgardians chi-based, possibly? Maybe chi-based with magical powers given through divinity? I thought about it a little more.
Martians, Skrulls, and Chitauri are all obvious magic races. Kree, Parademons, Thanagarians, and Kronans were chi-based. That left some races out of that power structure, like Kryptonians, Tamaraneans, and Asgardians. The three outliers seemed to be either mana or chi, but somehow strengthened themselves with an outside source. Perhaps access to a force? Not speed force or strength force, but some type of smaller force, like solar force for Kryptonians.
That would leave Tamaraneans with lunar force, and Asgardians were still hard to pin down. Maybe they gained power through fighting? I needed to touch one and look at its power source to know for sure. Even then, I still might not understand it. I still thought it was belief-based; the more well-known and possibly even worshiped an Asgardian was, the stronger they'd be. Kind of like the belief system with Orks in Warhammer. Painted red wagons go faster, even if it doesn't make sense.
The main question after that was why I cared. I didn't, it was just something that started to stick out to me more after I thought about it. That's why I didn't get the Skrull shapeshifting powers when I killed fake Nick Fury. The vast majority of races were so technologically advanced that their source of power didn't really come into play on global scales, only in small conflicts. It doesn't matter if you're one of the strongest races if the planet you're living on gets blown up.
I let them know I was done and headed out via teleportation before heading to bed. I spent the next few weeks just leading the magic department and mansion shopping before I found one on the outskirts of New York that I liked. It was uncomfortably close to the X-mansion, but at this point, I was too strong and well-known to think of Charles and all of the X-Men as a threat.
I was mainly focused on getting my powers up to the second rank. I had been secretly practicing my plant control and finally reached rank two with it. Training power storage was much harder, but I could tell I was close; I just needed another push or a few more weeks, and it would reach there.
I spent a good chunk of my downtime getting my girls more powerful, too. Steph had the chi in her system to hit rank three, but it almost went bad because I waited too long to finish her circle and core. Sometimes you just forget, and the person you're supposed to be helping doesn't say anything because they thought you knew, and something tragic almost happens. I finished up Julia's as well, and she decided to sign on as Batman's permanent leader of his house guards.
It was just as I was finishing my fourth circle when another message I had been waiting for finally came through.
Amanda Waller was a short, morbidly obese black woman who ran a group called the suicide squad. I knew that and managed to get in contact with her when I was looking for help with the mind controller. The plans fell through because I killed him so quickly… I really thought he was going to be a bigger threat, but he just got really, really lucky when he whammied the first mind controller.
Well, the deal changed at that point, and my turning her into a tall, hundred-thirty-pound bombshell with big breasts was her getting a list. If anyone on that list was put up for the Suicide Squad, I would get a heads-up and be allowed to join the group. At the top of that list was Poison Ivy, and that is why I was sitting in the back of a Humvee heading towards the meeting location.
I kept my head down in my villain costume. I went with the criminal costume instead of the plague doctor outfit I wore as a hero. I smirked as both my hero and villain names were stolen. Plague Doctor was one of Batman's villains, and I stopped the defining accident that turned him into an abomination.
Phantom was my villain name, and it was taken from the very first superhero to ever be drawn in comics. Not many people would know that, assuming it was Superman. He wasn't written in the past few decades, so I decided to take the name for myself, just as any good villain would do. The outfit I wore was a business suit, cape, and mask with an obfuscation spell to blur my face.
We walk into the building, and Rick Flag greets me before we're led further in to meet the squad. There were several faces I knew. Deadshot was here, Captain Boomerang, King Shark, Weasel, and Killer Croc. In the corner were Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. There were two other unknowns in the group. On the opposite side were two other females. Vixen and someone I thought I knew but couldn't place.
As Rick explained, the mission was clear that it was a real suicide mission. Zero of them would have survived if I weren't here. We were supposed to kill a dictator in a third-world country, which doesn't seem like much, but all of the people for this mission were pretty much basic humans. Maybe slightly faster or stronger, but Killer Croc and King Shark were the only ones that would survive being shot full of holes.
After explaining the mission, he started to go over everyone's powers, and the three I didn't recognize were given names. That wasn't Killer Croc but Lizard from Spiderman's Rogues. Should have known from the lab coat. Slipknot, Savant, and Windfall. The smirk on my face fell as I remembered her backstory from the comics. She was, unfortunately, one of the few I forgot about, and if I could have stopped her from being violated, I really wish I could have.
She ended up killing her assailants, which put her on the squad, most likely. Truly a justified murder, but her powers weren't strong enough to stop bullets. At least I don't think her powers could. As he explained something else, I asked a few follow-up questions. "So what's the real mission then, or did she not tell you?"
He gave me a questioning look before saying. "What do you mean? The mission is to kill the dictator." I sighed as I called Waller and asked when she picked up. "So what's the hidden thing you're not telling us? They have a nuke… Secret bioweapon? What's the catch?" She sat in silence for a few seconds before finally answering. "He has two supers as bodyguards. Are you happy?"
I smile before asking. "That's it? Any other surprises? We're not killing the resistance leader instead of the dictator, or he's not like some immortal god or anything like that? Just two normal supers we don't have to kill? Just a normal ass guy being protected by two supers?"
She was quiet for another ten seconds before she finally responded. "He… Might be a super as well. He's survived six previous attempts, including a sniper bullet to his skull and an explosion that wiped out the base he was in completely."
And there it is. There's something extra with the guy, and it's going to take us figuring it out before we know he's truly dead. I offhandedly ask in a whisper before she hangs up. "Hey, any chance I can kill these guys if they act up? Two in particular, I think, are a bad fit for this team."
For another few moments, she waits in silence before she responds. "Do what you must to get the job done." Another brief moment of silence before she hangs up. I put on a smile that no one can see because of the obfuscation, but most can hear the cheery inflection and say. "Great news, everyone. The bad guy is guarded by two supers and is definitely super himself."
I walked towards Slipknot and, without saying a word, put my hand through his chest. As I did so, I telekinetically pulled Weasel over and put my other hand through his chest as well. Both gave me looks of confusion for the few moments they're left alive before their heads slowly dro,p and they both die. Rick and Deadshot both pulled their guns and pointed them at me as I responded.
"One of them was a rapist and the other was a child murderer. I'm not going to justify why I killed them. I'd just rather kill them now instead of letting them die during the mission. I'd rather save us the hassle of needing to kill Slipknot when he tried something or Weasel when he tried escaping."
A knife behind my head from Savant, and a mallet swung down at my head, and I just let it strike me. The rebound from the giant mallet launched it out of Harley's hands, and the blade was launched out of his hands as I slammed back with my arm, flinging it up into the ceiling. I sigh again before saying. "You guys get this one. If anyone attacks me now, you'll wish the only thing I did to you was put my hand through your chest. Are we clear?"
I gave them my best fuck around and find out voice. I had been strengthened to the point of being able to survive small-scale explosions, let alone a sword or bullet. Honestly, a larger-scale explosion would only put me down for a few seconds before I recovered from the damage. No, it would take someone with high superhuman strength to be a threat to me.
King Shark charged towards me. Ugh, they went with the dumb brute version of him, or maybe the childlike version from the movies. I fold him with one punch, knocking out most of his teeth as his head slams into the ground, and reiterate. "I can do this mission by myself. It would be easier if I were being honest. By any chance, does anyone know if King Shark is like mentally handicapped? I'd rather not kill someone who didn't understand my threat was serious."
Everyone in the group looks at me in horror as I just punched out someone with mid-tier super strength in a single hit. I sigh as no one answers me. "Fuck it, I'll split the difference and just give him a crippling injury." Finally, Harley speaks up before I can cut his arm off with a lightsaber.
"Uhh. He doesn't talk much, but maybe on the level of a small child. We got him to say more than "King Shark is a shark" a mission or two ago." I put away my lightsaber. "Damn. I really wanted to take one of his arms as a souvenir." Once again, my actions have people stunned, like my actions broke their brains, and they don't know what to say. At least until Captain Boomerang quips.
"Ahh piss this is going to be a long mission."