The weekend and Monday...

It wasn’t all that surprising how full the building was despite it being a Saturday Morning. S.H.I.E.L.D. like so many other organizations still had weekend shifts and operations even if the main staff was off for the weekend. The guards in front of the doors to the command center didn’t say anything as Steve walked up to the bio-metric podium and pressed his thumb to the scanner and then entered the five-digit code and scanned his badge. The Guards saluted as the doors opened automatically for Steve.

“Sergeant Major Rogers,” Maria Hill with a half-smile as she turned and looked at the new comer.

Steve returned the salutes of the Guards as he walked into the command center.

“Where is Fury?” Steve asked.

“Anger Management classes,” Maria responded automatically.

Steve didn’t allow himself to react to such an absurd idea.

“No seriously,” Maria said while looking around the screens at the far end of the command center, “Every Saturday he takes his little Shaft clone of a son to Anger Management classes,” Maria said, “What can I do for you?”

“What is going on?” Steve said looking at the camera feed of a team going into a **** house,” Steve asked knowing that Maria would not answer his real questions.

“Coulson is doing a ride along with DEA, FBI, Arizona Highway Patrol and local sheriff department for a bust on a Crack House,” Maria said.

“DEA?” Steve asked with a quizzical look.

Maria was deliberate in putting her palm over the microphone as she pulled off the head set and pulled it away from her face before whispering to Steve.

“We think that the Crack House is a front for AIM to do human trials on some new designer ****, but we don’t have enough so we are just tagging along as the rest of them serve the warrants,” Maria said.

“Ma’am!” a voice from the room pulled Maria’s attention back to the monitor.

The camera feed off of the body camera showed not a **** house in use, but a blood bath maybe a few hours old.

“Shit!” Maria put the head set back on, “Talk to me Coulson!”

The camera feed panned over a dead man slumped against a wall.

“Go back, go back!” Steve snapped.

The camera feed went back and started to focus of the multiple wounds to the chest.

“No not the chest, the face,” Steve said.

“Coulson, Rodgers wants to see the face,” Maria said, “Is that a jelly Donut?”

Coulson had moved so the camera was now looking at the man's face with a the powdered sugar covered treat shoved in the dead man's mouth.

“Dreadnoks,” Steve muttered.

“What?” Maria asked.

“Captain Castle said that the Dreadnoks didn’t hang out at **** dens, but that we could find them at donut shops,” Steve said.

There was a further commotion as the camera feed changed and went to a way back closet that had been barricaded. Some of the state police and sheriff deputies were removing the flipped over mattresses and dressers so they could get into the closet. Inside was three women and a few children all crying and sobbing.

“Coulson,” one of the others towards the front spoke up trying to get over the din, “She is speaking Mongolian. She is saying that an American Black man came to the door and showed an FBI badge and warrant, then when they opened the door, the place was stormed by bikers. The, ah, racist comment, had them sent to the back and then locked in the closet before they heard a lot of shooting.”

Steve turned and looked at Maria.

“Every culture has racist ways of referring to other people,” Maria said, “Ever been out to Hawaii?”

*

Saturday, Sue had pretended to be her dull old self all day while taking calls from various members of Coil. By the afternoon, she had announced to her family that she would be heading out Sunday night to a hotel across from Ambrosia Inc’s corporate campus in upstate New York. The plan was for her to leave Sunday night, check in so she could start the meetings early Monday Morning and work up licensing agreements all week without having to worry about commuting.

“So you are taking the whole week off?” Johnny asked.

“No silly,” Sue tried to keep up the mask of her former boring self, “I will be working all week, I will be just working away from you for a full week.”

“But what if there is an emergency?” Johnny asked.

“It’s not like I am going to the moon,” Sue said, “You have Spiderman’s number, you have the Avenger’s number, and Jenn has agreed to fill in for me if needed. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy watching her green muscular booty.”

“I freely admit that, in fact I made a t-shirt saying as much,” Johnny said.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Sue gently play slapped Johnny on the cheek, “I was talking to Ben.”

“What? I, ah, I am just going to go smoke a cigar on the balcony, let me know when you are ready to pack up the Car,” Ben grumbled.

“In theory, they should be able to have intercourse without causing each other permeant bodily harm,” Reed noted absent mindedly from the tablet he was reading, “Sue are we sure we want to be licensing tech to these people, they seem rather new…”

“They are new,” Sue responded as she went around Johnny to the fridge, “They are people that cut off from Justin Hammer’s operations when he got busted and set up a new operation to be a legit company.”

“Really?” Johnny asked.

“I asked for a verification from Hill and Fury before I even entertained the idea of working with them,” Sue said.

Sue didn’t say that she knew that Sheild Agents sent to infiltrate the group had already been compromised just as she had. Sue had been briefed on the agents and asked to figure out if she had any other known agents to compromise.

*

Mary Jane Watson sat with her fiancé, Peter Parker listening to his Aunt blather on about when she was about marry his uncle Ben… Sunday Dinners was one of the few times they all got together.

“I wonder what is taking Aunt Anna so long,” Mary Jane muttered looking behind her.

“She has been in the powder room for a while, maybe you should check on her,” Aunt May suggested.

Peter nodded. Mary Jane stood up and kissed Peter on the forehead. She walked out of the dinning room and into the hallway with the bathroom.

“I think it was nice that ‘Aunt Anna’ finally calling me her nephew,” Peter said.

“She has always liked you… but she kind of hoped that Mary Jane would go to the top and not just marry a boy next door,” Aunt May said, “You know like the next Tony Stark.”

There was a scream!

“MJ?” Peter shouted.

“Call an Ambulance! She’s having a heart attack!” Mary Jane shouted!

Peter about fell out of his chair trying to pull the cell phone out of his pocket while Aunt May hit the panic button on the pendant hanging from her neck.

“What is the emergency?” the voice over the pendant asked.

“I need an ambulance! My friend is having a heart attack in my bathroom!” Aunt May started.

*

Sue only had a pair of bags with her since she knew she would be wearing her coil uniform most of the time and that she only needed to appear to be wearing normal suits during the week of meetings. She hugged the big bolder one last time before turning to walk into the hotel. A young man in a gray hotel bell hop uniform walked up with one of those carts.

“Checking in Miss?” the young man asked.

“Yes,” Sue smiled.

“Take your bags?” the young man asked.

“Thank you,” Sue said handing over the suit bag and the duffle bag to the young man.

The man put the bags on the cart and the pair headed into the hotel lobby. They man behind the counter smiled and held out his hand.

“Susan Storm,” Sue said taking out her ID and credit card.

The man smiled and looked at the ID and the computer suits.

“Here is the reservation,” The man said looking up, “Fifth Floor, room Five-Oh-Nine. Company Reservation by Ambrosia Inc.”

“Yes,” Sue spoke up.

The Clerk picked up a card and slide it throw a machine behind the computer and then handed over the card, the ID and credit card.

“Room Five-Oh-Nine,” the clerk said to the bellhop.

The Bellhop smiled and waved for Sue to head to the labeled elevator bank. Sue walked along the cart to the elevators. The door opened as the pair walked up and with a shrug, Sue walked into the elevator and found a young Hispanic girl in a bellhop uniform of her own standing by the controls of the elevator with a monitor showing the area in front of the doors on different floors.

“Fifth Floor,” the Bellhops said as he came into the elevator.

“Key?” the elevator operator asked.

Sue held up the card she hand been handed and the girl smiled before hitting the controls on the elevator. The elevator went up and stopped. The door opened and The bellhop exited with the luggage cart and then Sue exited and followed him. Sue followed him as they went to a room at the back and was surprised to see a woman in a black and cobra blue latex sexy French maid’s dress standing by the door.

“Hail Cobra,” The Bellhop said as he pulled up to the latex maid.

The maid opened the door and waved Sue into the room. Inside was a massive California King with four posts and various cuffs and straps hanging from the posts and a spanking bench in front of the TV on the wall.

“Agent 19691101,” the Maid started once she closed the door behind them, “The Baroness has ordered that you be offered ever special comfort. If you need any special ‘tucking in’ just call and we will be entirely at your service.”

Sue noted the maid picking up a leather paddle running her hand over it to emphasize the point.

“Anything?” Sue asked.

“She is amazing with a strapon,” the Bellhop noted.

“And we have Coil uniforms ready for you,” the Maid opening a hidden door in the cabinet, “You can go right to the elevators and they will take you to the subbasement and you will have access to the special access tunnel to the campus across the street.”

“Of course,” Sue smiled looking between the two, “How old are you?”

“Twenty Mistress,” the Bellhop said.

“And traditional room service?” Sue asked.

“We have a full-service kitchen available in the Campus,” the Maid said, “For Cobra Agents.”

*

As the clock on the wall ticked to 10 Am for the Washington DC time zone, Steve Rodger exited the elevator unaware that miles away, Cobra Agent 19691101 was giving a full briefing on him to her new organization, even commenting on his sexual appeal.

“Agent Coulson,” Steve said walking up, “And Agent May wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Agent Melinda May,” Agent May smiled as Rogers held out his hand to shake hers.

“Director Fury needs a few minutes,” Coulson said rather deadpanned.

Behind the clear but sound proof walls, the Shield Director held a MMA strike Dummy in a headlock with his left arm and was screaming like the Hulk as he punched in the gut with his right.

“I take it the rumors about his son being identified as the leader of the Dreadnoks was true,” Steve said.

“Oh, that, Junior has a lock tight alibi,” Melinda said, “He was with the President during the dinner with the Polish.”

Steve looked at the pair and then at the director.

“He just gave a briefing to the Senate about how the Skrull have infiltrated the various Islamic Terrorist groups only to be called a Jewish NAZI by some of the junior Democrats,” Coulson said calmly.

“I’ll admit, I am not the biggest fan of some of the Israeli policies,” Steve said, “But I can verify that they are a far cry from what the actual NAZIs did.”

“Spoken like the man who punched Hitler in the face,” May smirked.

“Don’t mention Knight Rider,” Coulson said to May as Fury stopped punching the dummy and stormed towards the door.

“Get in here,” he snapped as he opened the door to his office.

“Yes sir,” All three snapped.

“What do you want Steve? Still angry I gave Clint those files?” Fury asked reaching for a towel.

“Actually, no, I didn’t come here about that,” Steve said, “But since you mentioned it, I was not pleased. Sir, based on Captain Castle’s information, I did some asking around… It seems his info on Donut shops was correct, specifically they have a thing for buying grape soda and jelly donuts. I was unsure which of the computer people to take this info to…”

“Go with Coulson and May when they are done,” Fury said turning to look at the other two with his good eye, “What do you two have for me?”

“Complete forensic breakdown of the house shooting, we are thinking seven shooters with AKs in Five-Five-Six,” Coulson said.

“Interviews with the surviving witnesses,” May said holding up a tablet, “Seems they noticed that the man posing as your son had his face flicker… The Kids were adamant about it when asked independently.”

“Face flickered?” Fury stopped and looked at May.

“Yes sir, like a hologram,” May said, “The kid’s testimonies of course will not be admissible in any court proceeding, but that was a detail that stuck out. Of course, the hospital staff and the behavior specialists dismissed the idea as post-traumatic stress.”

“A holographic mask…” Fury said, “Where was Romanov Friday night?”

“Excuse me?” Steve asked.

“Holograph mask technology isn’t science fiction, just very classified,” Coulson said, “Very few people have access to the tech… for very good reasons.”

*

Sue had given the first two briefings and was on a break. Dinner would be served in a half an hour. Last night she had spent the evening in a sixty-nine with one of the maids. The officer leading her around was a woman who looked like the Frozen movie Queen Elsa in a red latex catsuit with silver uniform trimmings and a cobra logo on the chest and black boots, gloves and pistol belt.

“So the head of the largest spy agency for the western world is a man who looks like David Hasselhoff of Knight Rider Fame?” the officer asked.

“Correct,” Sue said, “And his son looks pretty much like Sammy Jackson of the Shaft reboot movies…”

“Oh, that is Cotton Mouth,” the officer said walking up to the man in the very special Cobra latex catsuit.

Sue looked at the man, he was about six feet tall, lean but strong. His full body was covered in a blue latex catsuit and various black accessories. There was a red cobra on his chest and on a snap off cod piece, and a red zipper over the man’s ass and along his shoulders. He had black laced up knee boots, ankle cuffs, a bondage belt, wrist cuffs, black gloves, chest harness, collar. On his head, the blue latex catsuit had a built-in hood with a red zipper over his mouth and a metal head band with flickering lights on it. The man stood at attention even when the officer slapped his ass and then started to rub his chest and pinch his nipples under the latex.

“He used to be a bisexual fetish porn star,” the officer said, “He is a natural submissive and has a massive puppet and mind control fetishes.”

“Is that so,” Sue said.

“He serves as our ‘scratching post’ when we need a break,” the officer said.

“He is a puppet?” Sue asked.

“Yep,” The officer picked up a tablet and hit a few commands before reaching up and took off the head band, “Good morning, Cotton Mouth.”

“Good Morning, Crimson Guard,” Cotton Mouth snapped.

“Jump,” the officer said, “Like I said, he is a natural sub.”

Sue watched as the man started jumping again and again and again… He never bothered to ask anything only started jumping at the order.

“Kiss,” the officer said holding out the toe of her left boot.

Cotton Mouth went to his hands and knees before getting down on his belly and started kissing and licking the woman’s boot toe.

“How is he as a fucker?” Sue asked.

“You need an itch scratched?” the officer asked.

“I came into Cobra’s grasp because I needed a good hard fucking!” Sue admitted.

“What do you want?” the officer asked.

“I mean bend me over the table, pin my arms behind my back and fuck my ass until I squirt,” Sue mused with a lustful note.

“On your knees,” the officer said to Cotton Mouth.

Cotton Mouth got to his knees and feet while putting his hands palms up and open on his knees. The officer put the head band on and went back to the tablet. The man’s eyes glazed over and he stood at attention. The Officer opened a drawer and handed Sue a condom and a bottle of lube.

“Get him as wet as you want,” the Officer said.

Sue smiled and kneeled in front of the man and pulled off the cod piece. The man’s cock was already hard and in a black rubber sheath. Sue gave it a few pumps and then rolled on the condom. She reached up and grabbed the lube and worked on a hand full before getting up and unzipping her own crotch zipper.

“Ready?” the officer asked.

Before Sue could respond, Cotton Mouth quickly grabbed her wrists and put them crossed over the small of her back as he **** Sue down against the table and kicked her feet apart and harshly **** his cock head into her anus. Like a kick drum in a speed metal concert, Cotton Mouth pumped his cock into her ass and slapped her pussy with his rubber covered balls. Sue could only moan and gasp at the hard fucking she had craved so long and hard.

“You really do need a good solid fucking,” the officer giggled, “Damn, taking it like a slut!”

A few other women in blue rubber Cobra Catsuits came over and started cheering about what a slut Sue was and how Cotton Mouth was a perfect sex machine. Sue knew they were right and it only got her off to hear their humiliating calls and comments.

“Oh fuck!” Sue gasped as her pussy exploded onto Cotton Mouth’s rubber coated balls.

The officer smiled and hit a few commands.

“Alright, shows over,” she called as Cotton Mouths cock exploded inside the layers of rubber between his cock and Sue’s anus, “Come on, time for dinner before your next presentation. If you are really good, I can send Cotton Mouth to your room tonight along with the maid…”

*

Jen was acutely aware of the eyes on her as she did the squat with the weight of three Volkswagen Beatles on her shoulders. She knew that Johnny would be there, in fact he brought popcorn and ate as he watched her. But Ben was so bashful about watching, trying to hide behind the corner pillar… his orange stone skin stood out in the mirror against the black marble of the architecture, and the potted palm wasn’t nearly big enough to hid him. Jen thought of the giant black lace nighty she had and the possibility of sleeping in his room tonight. Unlike her cousin, Jen was a walking jade wet dream when she hulked out and it took a real man to make her cum in bed… a man built like a boulder… a Man like Ben…