He forbids it, she is pissed, your luck.

Nothing came up the next morning, nor the day after. He probably just said no, and that was it. A shame.

You find Sharon in the practice room, she has a Barrett M82, that is, a frigging big snipe rifle, and she is emptying rounds on increasingly harder targets, moving from cover to cover on occasion. 'She has such a sweet ass' the recoil ripples through her entire body. You can see she has been there for a while now, just by looking at the cheer amount of empty rounds in the ground. You decide to make it more fun.

You start manipulating the targets with your telekinesis, still concealed from the door. She isn't a perfect marksman, but she only misses one shot before noticing your trick. She empty the cartridge, and then says "Fine, you had your fun. You can come out now".

You step through the door. The simulation robots begin to recollect the left overs of her training. "That is a big fucking gun" you say with a smirk. She answers in a professional tone "Barret M82A1, recoil-operated, semi-automatic, anti-material rifle, standard military issue. This one is probably older than you." Her military training is transparent in her voice, she treats the weapon with uttermost respect and care.

"I expected Tony Stark or someone else to give you a better weapon, considering the kind of things we fight" you make ease conversation. "Too light. too soft. In the field, perhaps, but they are horrible to relieve stress". You have a sympathetic smile. "Things that tough?" you both know what she is talking about. She nods, and says "He is a dick."

You stay with her as she cleans her weapon and puts it away. You change the subject to her marksmanship, which you found superb. She is in a foul mood, and says it is ridiculous to train in that small room. No wind. No true stealth. No observation points. Child play. You end up asking "Who trained you?"

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. S.H.I.E.L.D." You hadn't heard, which isn't a surprise. It is an international spy agency. "Agent 13 is my code name there." Of course, she doesn't disclose additional information, and you don't ask.

From there the plan is to go jogging, the Central Park is just a little away. She puts a loose shirt over the tight fitting attire she was dressing, and conceal a small gun behind her. You were already dressed in casual clothes, so you offer her company.

"So, what happened?" You eventually ask, after the second lap. "Well, he said no. Which is fine, it was his choice too. But then he went on a diatribe about how I shouldn't be thinking these dirty things, babbled about how it is the stupid TV shows I watch, and in the future I should verify with him before saying anything. At first I though... fine, he is angry, he doesn't know what he is saying. But then, the next morning, he had that look in his eyes. Like he expected me to apologize again. I didn't, enough is enough. I picked my magazine to read, he took it from my hands and put it in the trash can. Said something about having a lot of work to do. "

You pass by a couple of old man jogging, so your conversation pause. "He is always a tough boss. That is fine too. But it never before spilled over to our relationship. I complained to him, and he pushed back. We had a big argument last night. Fuck, that is why you don't date your superiors in the military"

She seems a little better after putting it out of her chest. "You will be fine". You say, and she nods, with a small smile.

Kissing her was a big mistake. She answers with passion. Somehow you end up in the Mansion's garrage, inside a classic Cadillac. You are both in the backseat, making out like two horny teenagers in an old movie. Her breasts feel great, so taunt and shapely, you cant stop feeling them under her t shirt. She tears down your clothes, laughing at how easy it was. You munch her neck, loving how easily she moans, undoubtedly leaving her a hickey.

You pull down her pants. You mildly wonder why she chose to wear these see through, white panties, such a sexy lingerie for practice. She spreads her legs wide, and you pull it to the side, revealing her well trimmed blonde pussy. She almost orgasms when you touch her lips down there. She is smelling so good, you go down on her, letting your tongue trail it from up to down. She seems almost shocked. You lick her again, this time going further in. You avoid her clit, wanting this to last.

"Your cock... please. I want your cock" she says between whimpers. She is so wet now, you can but wonder what she is thinking. You don't doubt you are being used for **** sex, and honestly, you don't care.

"Oh my god!" she yelps as you begin to **** your cock inside her tight cunt. You see her pained face and imagine you are hurting her, she orders you to continue. You thrust further in, feeling her pussy rebel each inch you gain.

Her legs truly look like a glorious eagle in flight. You begin to beat her wings, to thrust your cock in her pussy, in and out, with steady and unrelenting ****. She moans louder and louder, you wonder if she wants to attract attention. You see her cum, a new gush of her juices bathing your cock as you dont stop. She begs you not to. You dont.

She holds you in her arms for a few moments after you were done. You kiss her, finishes taking off her panties "Can I keep these?" you ask, she laughs and nods. She dress up first, and you decide to wait for a few moments before following, so as to not arouse suspicions.

It is then that the side of the garage explodes. Everything turns into an inferno as various cars also explode. The one you are in is flipped over with the **** of the explosions. You are trapped beneath tons of metal and debris, flames are all around you. This isnt behaving naturally. You see a strange looking man wearing green and purple, and recognize him as Kang the Conqueror. His suit is generating some kind of field that is triggering these explosions, adding to his energy arsenal to be used against the avengers. Cursing your bad luck you close your eyes, knowing the end will be unavoidable.

You didnt do badly this time around. You became a hero, had your way with a handful of heroines, and even began to build a relationship. It was just bad luck and bad timing that made you die. Not bad, but could it be better?