All of them

"Susan Storm!" I exclaimed when I realized who was standing in front of me. "You are the oldest superhero! You're my personal hero!"

"Old?" said Susan, raising an eyebrow as Jean and the other red-haired woman's eyes widened in amazement. Unfortunately, I was way too excited to realize what I was saying. But when the red-haired woman started laughing, it hit me that I had said something funny.

"Yeah, right Sue! You’re the oldest of us! Boy, you're in the dog house!" she laughed, earning a much sterner look from Susan.

"Let me introduce you. This is Dean! He's my student and unfortunately...sometimes a... uh..." said Jean until the redheaded woman interjected.

"Idiot?"

"Naive!" replied Jean before she grinned. "Dean, my boy, maybe you shouldn't use the word " oldest " when referring to a woman, but maybe more like... most experienced."

"Oh... fuck!" it escaped me and now I realized why Susan looked so serious. "I meant... well... I didn't mean to say... I mean!" stammered I.

"Dean! You better be quiet now." Smiled Jean kindly but firmly.

"That's all right, Jean. He didn't mean it, after all." Smiled Susan gently but Jean shook her head as she replied.

"That's not what I meant. Dean's ability is to manipulate the minds of others through pheromones. You don't feel it, but you want to do his bidding. That's why it's better if he keeps quiet."

"So that's how it is." Nodding, Susan looked at me almost regretfully before a bluish glow slid across her face. For a second it looked like a barrier had appeared in front of her face which then immediately disappeared. "Don't worry young one. I'm able to filter the air around me."

"That's settled then." Said the red-haired woman who seemed surprisingly unimpressed. "So, his abilities are very similar to Purple Man's?"

"Uh..." I stammered and when Jean looked at me questioningly, I nodded at her, understanding what she wanted to know.

"He's Purple Man's son. His mother was **** and impregnated by him. However, his abilities are a tiny bit different from his." Said Jean calmly, explaining. She slowly came down the stairs and stood behind me. I felt her hands on my shoulder as she smiled. "He is my student and I am very proud of him. So please don't be so.... as you usually are!" she grinned to the red-haired woman who crossed her arms in front of her chest and laughed.

"I see... And that's supposed to mean?"

"That you should be less the Avenger and not so intimidating!"

As soon as she said that, I stared at the red-haired woman. Was this woman actually supposed to be an Avenger? The mysterious red-haired woman from the New York reports?

"Fine." She said calmly before looking at me. "Apparently, she trusts you, so fine by me. I'm Natasha Romanov. Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm sorry about your father. But you'll learn that it's not family that shapes your future, it's what you make of it."

"Thanks." I just said and watched as the two women came down the stairs and joined us. Now I was standing there. Behind me Jean, whose tits I could clearly feel against my back and in front of me Susan Storm and Natasha Romanov. To say that I was excited by this picture would have been the understatement of the millennium. However, I did trust Susan Storm to be able to protect herself against my abilities with her legendary shield skills.

"If you're an Avenger...then why aren't you...up there?" I asked, feeling a gentle pressure on my shoulders.

"I don't have any armor or superpowers my boy. I would be no help to Tony and Steve but here on Earth I can still do something." She said without the slightest hint of doubt. Even I could hear that she was completely convinced of what she had said. When she noticed my questioning look, she looked briefly at Jean, who nodded at her, and then she continued. "Reed and Susan both stayed here on Earth to support the defense from here. That's the reason we're here."

"We used the Hubble telescope to focus Cerebro. The professor is trying to get into the mind of this thing with it. With... uh... moderate success!" she sighed, and as we walked into the living room Susan nodded.

"Apparently the creature's mind is so different that the professor can't handle it. However, the positive side effect is that the transmissions will be disrupted. It's enough that we know how dangerous this thing is. People would never understand." She said while sitting down on a sofa. "Are you sure you could stop it?" she asked Jean who also sat down and sighed.

"I have never tapped into the power of the Phoenix. I know how powerful IT is...but I don't know if I can control that power. All I know is this. There is hardly any power in the universe that can match the Phoenix." She said worriedly and sighed audibly. "However, I don't know if I can really control that power."

"I'm not sure we should be discussing this in front of the boy right now!" finally gave Susan a worried look at me, but Jean shook her head.

"Susan. He’s, my student. He's going to meet a lot crazier thing. So, it doesn't matter when he has to face those things."

"Well. On my fucked upness score, a planet eater is already pretty high!" said Natasha calmly, making me grin with her language and expressions. But immediately Jean put her hands on my ears and then said.

"Natasha Romanov! Watch your choice of words. Dean is ..."

"I'm sure he's just a normal boy at heart, and that's why he knows exactly what a fucked-up list is, right?" she interrupted her, and I grinned all the wider as I nodded eagerly. "Stop mothering the boy! If he's really going to experience all that you're talking about then he needs to be prepared for it."

"And become like Logan?" she asked snippily and Natasha nodded.

"So, Dean! You've never heard that word and you're never going to keep a list like that clear? Listen to what Susan and Jean say and just ignore everything I've said so far!"

As soon as she said that we all had to laugh and Susan grinned after a while.

"Nothing against Logan, but he is completely unsuitable as a role model. Even my brother would be better suited."

"No. He wouldn't!" said Jean and Natasha almost simultaneously and Susan nodded in amusement. "No, he really wouldn't be." She finally admitted.

I, however, was having trouble concentrating on the conversation. We had taken our seats, of course, and now I was sitting in a room with three women that not even my craziest dreams could have created in such perfection. But it was not only the look of them but also the sound of their voices and of course their perfume. Each of them wore a different perfume that combined in my nose to a beguiling mix. However, I was more than aware that in this situation I should best shut up. Not even because no matter what I would say it would be wrong, but because Susan Storm was immune through her shield. Unlike Jean, she didn't think she was immune because of my abilities, but had her shield active. Even though I couldn't see it, it was certainly there.

It had always been my dream to meet Susan Storm, the famous Invisible Girl, but now, up close, my only desire was to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here and now.