Permanent Protections

The next few minutes are spent quietly as you sit in an meditative trance, a technique they taught to you to help you deal with your emotions. The anxiety and fear of the near-**** mistake that you made is washed away by a sea of calm as you mentally examine what occurred. You flick through your memories of the last few minutes, a smile tracing your lips as you recall the sex.

But you go back further, watching her form that barrier around your cock again. Her face there is blurry, you were far from paying attention to it, but it seems as though there was a telltale smirk that you didn’t notice. A sign that things were going wrong? You shake your head, knowing that this is the wrong road to go down. You need a way to fix this weakness. You’re not a scientist, but you’ve get access to the files of the X-Men on this ship. You get up, opening your eyes, and walk into the cockpit.

On a console to the side, you input commands, pulling up the files relevant to your case. They’ve locked you out of access to their network, but there’s plenty that’s already been locally downloaded, and you scroll through the technical jargon as you read on the sections that describe your weaknesses. Most of it is incomprehensible, and there seems to be no true remedy to permanently remove your condition. An idea crosses your head - but it will require the help of HYDRA. They’re not ones to be trusted, but there are always ways to manipulate others.

You feel your powers flooding back, and you smile. You close your eyes, thinking through your options once more, and come to a decision. With a quick step, you open the door to Invisible Woman’s door, and summon your clothes, draped in a pile, into your hand. She looks at you curiously from her side of the room, not even bothering to get up. You shrug, and shut the door.

You dress yourself and head out of the plane, nodding to the HYDRA guards standing around.

“Where’s Valentina?” you ask them, seeing no trace of the truck convoy that had came at your arrival. A single jeep sits a few paces away, and the guard points at it.

“Road goes to one place only, and you’ll recognise the HYDRA base when you pass it,” the guard says. “You want me to drive you?”

You scoff. Who needs to drive when super-speed is a thing? You dash off, watching the monotonous scenery pass in a blur, the wind whistling in your ears. The lone car on the road swerves off to the side as you pass by, the sonic boom undoubtedly shocking the driver.

Eventually, you come across a massive hole in the ground, large enough to fit a stadium into, with water and fluorescent lights lining its walls. You take one look at it, and sprint over the side, dropping rapidly down. Your momentum carries you near the centre, and before too long, the ground comes rushing up.

Smashing into the hard steel floor disorients even you for a second, and when you look up, you’re shocked by what you see.