Avenging Wakanda

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Wakanda.

Even now, it was beautiful. No matter where you were in this country, the luscious greenery, high cliffs, and abundance of life. It was a slice of nature that should never be tainted.

She had been here so many times in the past. During times of happiness, times of stress, or just to visit a friend. Being an official friend to a whole country, fighting to defend its borders… she never thought she’d be here under cover of darkness to overthrow its government.

To Avenge Wakanda from the clutches of 'Markanda'.

“Lady Carol.”

“...they ready, Thor?”

“Aye.”

With a determined nod at the environment, she turned and the two blondes entered the small cabin. The small wooden shack was barely enough for them to stand in, but none of them were here to sleep. Her team surrounded the small table in the middle, various papers spread out to show the palace layout, dossiers on the infected heroes, and a list of known defenses they’d have to deal with.

Standing on the table was the first member of her team, clutching her tiny arms to her chest while looking around, “Never thought Wakanda would give me the creeps. Anyone else feel like we’re being touched just being here?”

“That’s the psychic scans. Psylocke should be the one on patrol tonight, and she’s the weakest of the trio.” Captain America explained, “Not that it’d matter, I trust Tony’s nanobot scramblers to get us this far. It’ll be perfect for the attack.”

“Yeah, but if you’re really worried Janet, then not thinking should help too.” Remarked Hawkeye, suddenly snapping his fingers, “See? Falcon’s way ahead of you~”

From the look on his face, if he had the elbow room the man would have clocked the archer immediately, “You think this is a fucking joke, arrow boy? This shitty kid’s taken over an entire African country and you-!”

Placing his hand on Falcon’s shoulder, Thor seemed to empathize, “Our enemy is strong, and wears the face of our friends, I’m sure our comrade is simply nervous.”

“...speak for yourself, Goldilocks…”

“Alright! That’s enough.” Carol snapped, tapping her foot and getting the meeting back on track, “Spectrum, have you laid out everyone’s roles?”

“We each have a target.” Her friend nodded, “Falcon, Hawkeye, and Wasp are going to be a scalpel. Take out the psychics first while keeping any initial resistance at bay. We know the majority of the X-Men are part of the palace guard, but seem more **** that full slaves. There’s a chance that without the psychic reinforcement, they at least won’t join in on attacking us. Thor and I are going to be taking care of the heavy hitters that appear, namely Storm and Wanda. While the Caps focus on taking down Mark once and for all.”

The team nodded, all confident in their abilities to take down the tyrant.

“Would you guys give me a damned job already?”

Eyes turned to the woman in the corner, who had taken the only chair. Jessica Drew looked rather uncomfortable. Probably because her hero costume was stretched beyond belief over a pair of thick tits and a bulging pregnant belly.

“Jess…”

“You wanted me here, Carol!” She snapped back behind her mask, “You said my pheromones were a great play against Mark’s control! Now you drag me here, yet I’m to just sit back and do nothing?!”

For Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, they all looked rather awkward about the pregnant woman’s rage.

“I… I know, but I guess I just didn’t realise how far along you were…” Carol admitted. The way she couldn’t even sit on the chair still, it looked more likely the baby would be coming tonight. She was a complete liability in combat. Even her pheromones were on the fritz, almost the entire team couldn’t keep their eyes off her. Including Carol. “Look, we’ll make sure you’re close enough if things go tits up, okay?”

“Whatever…”

If she could, she’d have flown her pregnant friend to a hospital tonight. But the stakes were too high, they literally had no time left.

“First light’s coming up.” Said Steve, grabbing his rectangular grey shield to symbolically show it was time to go. The others did the same, picking up wings, arrows, and Wakandan hammers before walking out the door in single file.

There was nothing to worry about. Even without Jess, they had this.

They were the Avengers.

At 5:03 PM on June 17th, a broadcast aimed at the entire world left Markandan airspace.

The truth was undeniable. A battle had taken place, yet in the end… The Avengers had lost.

The **** on Markanda had backfired spectacularly, leading to their capture and now their public humiliation. They hung in the air above the throne room, suspended by their arms to a glowing vibranium circle, their once mighty bodies now laid bare for all to see. And all was right, as the throne room was packed up with ex-Wakandan civilians all watching their defeat with glee. Black and silver orbs, silent sentinels of Wakandan technology, drifted through the air, their cameras capturing every detail of this humiliating spectacle.

The Captains Marvel and America, Falcon, Hawkeye, Thor, Spectrum, Wasp, and Spider-Woman dangled from the luminous ring, their powerful physiques fully exposed, their nudity a stark reminder of their vulnerability.

Captain America, the ever-defiant symbol of freedom, hung with a steely glint in his jaw, his broad chest and powerful physique a testament to the super-soldier serum, a stark contrast to his current impotence signified by his unimpressive penis hanging limply between his muscular thighs

Falcon's high-tech wings had been stripped away, leaving his strong, Black athletic frame on display, his own limp manhood equally unremarkable. Hawkeye, with his lean, sinewy build, hung alongside them, his narrow hips framed a flaccid dick beneath unkempt blond pubes that could not even manage to hang past his balls.

Thor, however, stood out among the men. His immense muscles bulged with every breath, his mighty physique radiating raw power. But it was his enormous hanging penis, his 'fuckhammer,' that drew the most attention, making him an instant fan favorite among the ever size-conscious Markandan populace.

It hung heavily between his thighs, a symbol of his Asgardian might. Unlike the other men, he was uncircumcised, an ample sheath draped over his entire length like a protective mantle. Even in its resting state, Thor's member was formidable, its sheer size and girth a testament to his godly lineage and physical prowess. The foreskin enveloped its entirety, concealing its true dimensions with a regal modesty, yet the outline of its bulk was unmistakable. It hinted at a potency that matched the thunderous strikes of Mjolnir, ready to unleash its power with the slightest stir of desire.

The women were no less spectacular. Spectrum hung proudly, her big breasts and wide hips accentuating her hourglass shape. Her afro framed her face, adding an exotic allure to her already stunning appearance. Spider-Woman, a beauty with a body that rivaled the best, her buttocks Kardashian in scope, hung next to her, her curves a testament to her femininity.

Wasp, petite and sweet, with her boyish pixie-cut, seemed almost delicate compared to the others. Her small, pert breasts and narrow waist made her appear fragile, yet there was a strength in her eyes that belied her size.

Still ****, Captain Marvel hung suspended as well, a sleeping warrior goddess sculpted from starlight. Her body, a testament to cosmic power, bore the smooth perfection of a marble statue carved by the hand of an immortal. Her tell-tale mohawk, a shock of fiery gold, defied gravity as much as she did.

No chains, no bars, should have been able to contain her. Yet her powerful hands were held high above her head to a glowing disk that thanks to the Panther Pet Shuri’s science would defy her attempts to break from it. Her form, breathtaking in its sculpted beauty, displayed the legacy of the Space Infinity Stone. Countless battles had etched no mark upon her flawless skin; she was a canvas upon which time dared not leave its mark.

Her abdomen, taut and powerful, spoke of a warrior honed in the fires of a thousand conflicts. The curve of her hips, thrust out in defiance, hinted at a strength that could shatter mountains. Her breasts, prominent and proud, defied gravity with the same nonchalance with which her haughty expression defied her captors. Their rosy tips, slightly raised and conical, were the only hint of vulnerability on a body forged in the crucible of space.

Even the most intimate details seemed imbued with an otherworldly perfection. Her blond pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a sharp upside-down triangle, echoed the defiance in her stance even as it disgusted millions of body-hair hating Markandans across the nation. It was a stark contrast to the smooth expanse of her skin, a single detail hinting at a hidden sensuality beneath the warrior's facade. Beneath the dangling ring of the world’s reigning superheroes was a chilling sight.

Mark Williams.

A Caucasian King so young and unassuming when not accounting for THAT cock, as to be the antithesis of the Black Panther's legacy, lounged in a throne of unimaginable wealth. The black Vibranium chair, etched with arcane Wakandan glyphs, boasted a rounded peacock back framed by two tall razor-sharp claws that nearly met above it. The throne room itself buzzed with a perverse energy. Wakandan nobles, adorned in their barely clothed finery, watched with a mixture of desire and morbid curiosity. Merchants, their eyes gleaming with avarice, saw an opportunity in the fallen heroes. Learned scientists and elite engineers studied the Avengers with a detached coldness, their minds already calculating ways to exploit their abilities. Tribal figures, their faces painted in war colors, thrummed with a primal bloodlust, eager to witness the humiliation of the barbarian outside world's so-called protectors.

As they hung there, exposed and humiliated, the Avengers could feel the weight of their defeat. Their once-proud bodies, now stripped of their costumes and dignity, were a reminder that even the mightiest heroes could be brought low. And as the Markandans looked on, it was clear that this was not just a punishment, but a message to all who would dare challenge Markanda's sovereignty.

“And after a wonderful display, as you can see… they were, The Avengers!”

An applause echoed out through the crowd, waking Carol up from her knocked out stupor.

“Well, look who decided to wake up.” A grouchy Hawkeye huffed, “Get enough beauty sleep in for our humiliation?”

Still a bit disorientated, Carol could only move her head, “Wha-what happened?” Her eyes widened as she looked around the circle of her teammates. In particular all of the penises. So many penises. Captain America did not have a super dick. Thor most definitely did. Huh. "And why are we naked!?"

“We lost, soldier,” Cap sighed, a grimmer look on his face Carol had never seen, “Even I’m struggling to see a bright side here.”

"And I think that's sort of the dress code around here." remarked Falcon nodding to the hoard of people standing around the sides of the room who weren't so much dressed as decorated.

“Seriously? They took down The Avengers that easily?”

“Aye, it was a mighty battle. Their strongest metallic soldier wiped through us in an instant.”

Falcon clicked his tongue, “Wait, you mean Colossus? What fight were you in, Goldilocks? We definitely got taken down by the Dora Milage.”

“Eh? Wasn’t it Storm?” Asked Wasp. “I distinctly remember being trapped in a tornado while Clint was zapped by lightning…”

“No, I was taken out after being tricked trying to help some civilians.”

Spider-Woman looked equally confused, “I thought it-

“Oh my god, Jess! I’m so sorry, what happened?!”

Carol had interrupted her before she’d even mentioned Sabretooth, but the raven haired beauty looked quite confused by her friend’s concern. They were all captured, why was she trying to single out Spider-Woman? Before any consensus could be made, a new announcement boomed out.

“And your champion, your King, your savior: King Mark!”

The applause was much more prevalent now as the scoundrel stood up from his throne and walked out and around. Grinning like a fool, clearly enjoying his megalomaniac role, Mark was waving to the crowd and reveling in his victory. The amount of cheers was insane. Like The Beatles had just resurrected and reunited to do a concert with Taylor Swift and BTS. Men and women screamed from the back of their throats just to see this one lowly white kid.

“Thank you, thank you~ You’re all too kind!” He raised his hands to encourage the cheers to peter out, though still clearly enjoying the spotlight, “Ahh~! What a great show that was! Earth’s Mightiest Heroes can really put up a fight when they want to, eh?”

“If they were really the ‘Mightiest Heroes’ they would have put some mutant blood in their ranks!” Jeered Emma from her once Tribal Council seat that ringed the throne upon pad of cracked red earth laid out upon the pristine glass floor of the throne room that symbolized the connection to the land, ancestors, and the spirits of the past. With the throne and all of the seats of the Tribal Council upon this earth, it was supposed to signify that their decisions were grounded in tradition, wisdom, and respect for the ancestors.

Emma would have been far more comfortable on the crystalline perfection of the true floor than this base dirt, but she could endure anything. Naturally, as a diamond. She smirked up at the defeated heroes as she swirled her wine glass. Cheers and whoops from the crowd just extra daggers in their backs.

In the rest of the council seats were other familiar heroic figures turned Mark Minion: Jean Grey, Storm, Cyclops, Wanda, and Nightcrawler as well as some not so heroic like Mystique.

“True! Avengers: Racist or Fearful of the Future? Now THAT is a Daily Bugle Headline if I ever heard one!” Mark laughed, hearing the crowd shout out their side on the debate. “All the newspapers are gonna be talking about this either way. Today, we once again showed the world how strong Markanda truly is!” Loud hollers threatened to overtake Mark’s words had he not been connected to a microphone, “They can threaten us, or whine at our strength, but together we can take on any foe! Am I right?!”

“YYEAEAHHHHHHHH!!! MARKANDA FOREVER!!! MARKANDA FOREVER! MARKANDA FOREVER!”

Carol almost felt ill. To think, this idiot was the one that had defeated them. Stripped them of their clothes for the ultimate humiliation. Somehow she would have preferred Doom was the one in charge, for once. At least that despot had class.

"Now now, settle down, we're not done yet." Mark stated with a shushing motion with his hand. The crowd obliged but still kept their excited mood. "This is a special day indeed. An extremely rare occasion where I get to meet with Earth's Mightiest Heroes." His mocking tone made everyone in the room chuckle or smirk. "So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce the newest additions to my collection."

“Oh, hell no. The fuck does he mean by collection?” hissed Jessica.

It just felt so frustrating. Carol couldn’t even remember how they were defeated… if only she had one more chance, she wasn’t being stubborn, the brave heroine knew she could win.

And then the vibranium handcuffs above them began to shake.

“Oh no!” Shuri yelled in a… performative way? It’s like she was overacting somehow, “Even though my machines are perfect and always will be perfect, SOMEHOW there is a malfunction! One of the shackles will soon break free!”

Mark gave an exaggerated gasp, “Golly gee, Shuri! That sure sounds bad!” He said with a voice from a child’s television show, turning back to the audience, “What do you think, folks? Whose cuffs are going to break?”

An eruption of noise from the crowd. Demands of ‘Spider-Woman!’, ‘Spectrum!’, ‘Wasp!’ and ‘Captain Marvel!’ were the most prevalent. Though Falcon, Thor, and Hawkeye were in there too.

Cupping his ear briefly, Mark nodded to hear the various cries, “I hear…. Carol!”

“Of course you do.” Shuri smirked under breath, calmly pressing a few buttons on her console.

This, obviously, was sketchy as hell. Carol wasn’t an idiot, something about this was very controlled. But what else was she supposed to do? At worst, this would do nothing… but at best? The cocky tyrant had just freed the powerhouse that would tear him to shreds.

The ring around her hands dissipated, she wasted no time at all. A beam of energy shot from her hands towards the generator that Shuri was controlling, only for the attack to reflect harmlessly off of a forcefield. Not letting failure sting for a second, plan B was grabbing the vibranium constraining Thor… but after a few seconds of struggle at her best, the unbreakable metal really wasn’t budging.

“Just stop Mark, Lady Carol. End this Charlatan in the confusion.”

With a final look of hope from her companions, lingering most on Jessica’s naked form, Carol’s eyes soon zeroed in on the target. Stop Mark. He was out in the open, his support stuck behind a **** field, and her mind free from influence. At a speed close to breaking the sound barrier, she flew straight for him, fist ready to crack his grinning skull apart.

And she missed.

“Oop! What a shame~”

That attitude was perhaps the worst part of this all.

Whatever tricks he had up his sleeve, one of them apparently included perfect dodging. No matter how hard or fast she swung, Carol could not land a hit on him.

Mark made it look effortless. Stepping back with his hands behind his back every time she nearly hit him, moving his head just enough for only the wind to rustle through his hair. The crowd was loving it, clapping and hollering at their King’s supremacy against one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

“Just fucking hit him, Carol!” Hawkeye yelled.

“Shut up, Clint!” She snapped back. With only the wind able to touch him, she brought her hands back to go for a Hulk styled thunderclap…

Only for Mark to put a vibranium dildo right where she was clapping.

The unbreakable metal stung like hell, ruining her attack and hurting her palms in the same simple move. Mark laughed at the crowd like he was a fucking Looney Tunes character. The audience just revelled in it. Hysterics at the Avenger's failed attack.

“N’aww, poor Captain Marvel~” Mark taunted, “Am I too strong for you?”

Teeth grinding in frustration, her binary form nearly flowing out of her from how much energy was coursing through her veins, she put her whole back into one next cosmic energy powered punch.

“Blocked.”

Though she'd fired a beam at him with the punch, after the block it missed him completely, the energy reflected once more into the nearby **** field. Mark, the regular human, had simply bumped her hand with his palm. It was unbelievable, a punch that would crumble a mountain, countered as if he was playing with a child pretending to be a superhero. And he was so fucking cocky about it.

“RRAAGHH!”

“Blocked. Countered. Outplayed. EZ Shit. God, are you even trying to hit me?” He quipped through each hit, like she was sparring with Peter, but she couldn’t even pretend to hit him. Mark was blocking everything she threw at him.

Even though it was direct contact with the mind controlling enemy, her logic just kept saying ‘he’s right here, in killing distance, so end it!’.

“Anyone ever see Evo Moment 37?” He asked the crowd as Carol went to attack him with rapid kicks, once more stopping with each touch of her skin, “I’ll add it to the daily report of Mark culture. As soon as Daigo was done parrying Chun-Li’s hardest move in Street Fighter 3… he went on the attack!”

She’d ended it with her leg going straight up, but Mark had once more dodged. Moving forward and grabbing her face and pussy while she was in such a strange position. Her eyes fluttered at the contact, even more so when he kissed her, feeling so immensely happy as Mark fingered her cunt and molded her to his whims.

“No! Carol!” Wasp yelped in fear. It was just enough to make her remember where she was and threw Mark off her. Flying back up away from him while panting heavily.

He just crossed his arms at her, “What’s wrong? Annoyed you enjoyed it?”

“You’re a monster…”

“Oh yeah yeah, I’ve heard it a thousand times before.” He brushed her off dismissively, “History is written by the winners, Blondie. You think American history goes on about how much **** it caused for the Native Americans? No. They won, so they talk about how they killed the British and won the second-best nation on Earth. The best nation, Markanda, was conquered and now loves me. That’s politics, bitch.”

So much whooping and hollering from the crowd. All before a ‘King Mark!’ chant rung out through the halls.

“I don’t care about that!” Carol yelled, angrier than ever. She did care, but there was something so much more personal raging in her heart right now. “You… you… unforgivable… bastard!” Her eyes went back up to her teammates, tears forming as she stared at her friend.

This confused Mark more than anything. “Hm?”

“Don’t ‘HM’ me! You know what you did!” The blonde snarled, pointing up to the captured heroes, “Where… is Spider-Woman’s… baby?!”

…

Mark blinked in surprise, looking up at the smooth tummy of Jessica Drew, then tilting his head over at Carol, “What?”

“We were in the shack… she was going to be left behind… too pregnant…” Carol clutched at her brain, trying to remember a memory that was less than an hour ago, but for some reason felt fuzzy after being knocked out. "Unforgiveable... you-you bastard..."

Getting nowhere fast, Mark then looked over to Jean. The redhead's smile was knowing, "I believe a certain someone mentioned the repeated memory partitions were a bit... wiggly with Carol, husband. The baby was out three or four months ago. It might be about time to finalize the permanent Carol. Perhaps give the Avengers Show a hiatus?"

“Dang, you were right, Shuri! Keeping it going with the pregnancy was a step too far.” Mark sighed, hearing an ‘I told you so’ over the airways. All while Carol didn’t know what the fuck was happening. “Don’t worry your ditzy blonde head, baby cakes. Jessica already had my baby, she loves to take care of the tyke when she’s not at work. Real motherly instincts, that girl. I’ll probably bless her with another soon~”

“You…” She felt sick, “It was yours? H-how…?”

“Mind wipes for the show, though I guess that’s ending with this one now.” He grumbled briefly before throwing his hands in the air dramatically, “You’ve been here months, Carol! MONTHS! Nearly half a year under the watchful eye of my Kingdom~” The words hit her like a rampaging Juggernaut. It couldn’t be true, a blatant lie to throw off her killing him on the spot… “I’m surprised none of you ever noticed that things were off before the shows.”

“Like how much more tan you are!” chimed in a jovial Shuri, “Colonisers are so unobservant.”

Carol shook her head, trying to make the growing sense of fear leave her. Ignoring how golden her skin really did look…

“She’s not wrong, Markandan sun will do that to you. But that was far from the only clue. We put that Thor hammer in a cave months ago, Captain America’s shield is above my mantelplace, hell, none of you even blinked when we did one show where Hawkeye fought with a potato gun! Y’all don’t have a high opinion of him, he did way better with it than I thought he would.”

“You’re a liar! I was in New York, yesterday!”

“Memories are such tricky things, aren’t they?”

“GRAH!”

Carol was more than done. Firing an energy beam directly at the forcefield this time. Jean and Emma both suddenly looked worried, as their hands shot forwards towards the confused Mark. “Watch out!” They yelled as the giant pillar of yellow energy was ricocheted right for the leader, who had to quickly be levitated away from the blast for his safety.

In that momentary confusion, Captain Marvel was running on pure instinct, flying forwards and catching his levitating body from mid air. Slamming her hand around his neck and dragging him out of the palace at ludicrous speed.

Before he could even think of making another quip Mark and Carol were crashing through the palace windows and floating hundreds of feet above Markanda.

Yet, even with the imminent threat of his demise, that smile persisted.

“Y-you old d-dog!” He chuckled through the ****, “T-that was an amazing feint! I-I see the f-fire in you hasn’t b-been squashed yet!”

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Rageful screams that left her chest felt more confused than determined. Was she having to convince herself?

“No, you won’t.”

In one motion, Mark casually ripped her fingers off his neck and began plummeting to the ground.

Towards his ****.

Wakanda would be free… yet Mark would be dead.

“NO!” She yelled, racing faster than he could fall to catch him in her arms. There was a deep desire in her to throw him even harder to the ground, but it was totally ignored for the much greater desire to see him live.

As soon as the scum was safe in her arms, she knew it was over. His claws too deep inside her mind. A light pat on her face from the cocky brat as she flew over the sunny Markanda, despot safe and sound in the strongest arms on Earth.

The Avengers truly had been defeated.