"Natasha, what are you saying? This is your home."
Vincent enthusiastically pulled "Natasha" into the villa.
The beauty in front of him smiled brilliantly, radiating charm.
Vincent knew exactly what was happening. This wasn't Natasha.
Even without his Hydro-Kinesis sensing her different bio-signature, the System prompt had already locked onto her identity: Mystique (Raven Darkholme).
Vincent didn't expose her. Why would he? A beautiful shapeshifter delivered herself to his doorstep. To refuse would be a crime against nature.
"You left this morning without saying goodbye. It hurt my feelings," Vincent said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
It felt exactly the same. Even the texture of her clothes.
Wait. If she's naked underneath, are these clothes part of her skin?
Vincent's scientific curiosity was piqued. He decided to... investigate thoroughly later.
"I intended to go back to SHIELD," Mystique lied smoothly, blinking her big green eyes. "But Director Fury told me to take some time off after the Lizard incident."
"That's great! Stay tonight. Leave tomorrow," Vincent said generously. "If the Lizard comes back, I'll catch him for you again. As per our deal."
He was testing her. Did she know the details of the "Deal with the Devil"?
"The Lizard is SHIELD's mistake. Our first deal is complete," Mystique replied with a knowing smile.
She knows everything.
"I told you where to find him. That deserves interest," Vincent pouted playfully.
"Isn't my body enough interest?" Mystique placed her hand over his, guiding it away from her hip. He's gripping too hard. Damn, this kid has stamina.
"Natasha, you disappoint me. In China, we say 'One night of love creates a hundred nights of grace'. We're family now."
Mystique laughed. "Fine. What do you want? Assassinate the President?"
"Nah," Vincent grinned. "I'm a patriot. But maybe... you want me to be a spy?"
Mystique's eyes lit up. "Exactly. We have intel that the Brotherhood of Mutants is planning something big. I want you to infiltrate them. Get close to Magneto."
"Magneto? The Number One Terrorist?" Vincent shook his head. "Too dangerous."
"Ten times," Mystique whispered, biting her lip. "I'll be with you ten times. Anytime, anywhere."
Vincent swept her off her feet in a princess carry.
"That's an offer even a devil can't refuse."
He carried her upstairs.
"Wait! We finished the deal!" Mystique protested.
"The day isn't over yet," Vincent laughed. "Round two!"
Mystique was stunned. She planned to trick him and leave. Now she was trapped in her own game.
And she couldn't break character. If the Ice Demon found out she was an imposter, he might freeze her.
Oscorp Tower. Penthouse Lab.
Harry Osborn woke up screaming.
He was encased in the green Healing Armor.
"The poison is spreading... Medical protocols active... Injecting Super-Soldier Serum (Incomplete)..."
Pain tore through his body. The genetic disease, the spider venom, and the serum were warring inside him.
"Connors... I will kill you!" Harry roared.
His eyes glowed with a sickly green light.
[Harry. Find Peter Parker.]
A voice echoed in his head.
"Who's there?!" Harry looked around wildly.
He looked in the mirror. His reflection smiled back with a twisted, demonic grin.
[I am you. You are me.]
[Find Peter. He has the Key. His father hid the secret in his DNA.]
Harry's mind cleared.
Connors had said Peter was the key. Peter had the notebook. And Peter had been working with Connors.
"My best friend..." Harry laughed, a broken, manic sound. "Peter... I will make you pay."
Harry wasn't a scientist. But he had money. He had resources.
And now, he had the Goblin Glider and the Serum.
He would find Peter. He would extract the cure from his blood. And he would achieve immortality.
"Gahaha! Yes! Embrace it!" the voice in his head cackled.
Harry Osborn was gone. The Green Goblin was born.
Norman Osborn's Residence. Crime Scene.
Commissioner George Stacy looked at the mangled remains of Norman Osborn.
It was a bloodbath.
"Confirmed. The suspect is Dr. Curt Connors," Detective Kate Beckett handed him a tablet. "Witness Harry Osborn claims Connors confessed."
Just then, Phil Coulson walked in with a team of agents.
"FBI. We're taking over."
George recognized Coulson. "You mean SHIELD."
"Call off your men, George," Coulson said quietly. "This is out of your league."
George didn't argue. After the Ice Demon and the Lizard, he knew when to fold.
"Fine. It's your mess," George spat. "If you incompetent spooks hadn't lost Connors, Norman would be alive."
Coulson didn't flinch. "We'll handle it. Starting with Ghost Spider."
"Ghost Spider?" Clint Barton (Hawkeye) asked.
"My gut tells me she's the link to Connors," Coulson said.
Long Island Estate. The Morning After.
Vincent stroked the smooth back of the woman beside him.
Mystique was asleep.
Vincent felt a strange sense of accomplishment. He had successfully "captured" the shapeshifter.
[Mission Update: Fragrance of Heroes]
[Completed (4th Time). Rollover Active.]
[Next Reward: Red Blind Box.]
"Red Box secure," Vincent smiled.
Mystique stirred. She looked at Vincent with complex eyes.
She had played the role of Natasha perfectly. But in the process, she had experienced pleasure she hadn't felt in decades.
"Vincent," she whispered, still using Natasha's voice. "When will you infiltrate the Brotherhood?"
"Give me the intel," Vincent said, kissing her forehead. "I'll meet Magneto tomorrow morning."
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