A new Motivation

Early in the morning, Susan entered the Baxter Building, visibly exhausted. What no one could see, however, was the **** Purple Man, whom she was carrying behind her on a **** field. The poor thing would probably sleep for quite some time and then wake up in his new life as her servile sex ****. Unfortunately for her, the powers of the local version had not been increased, which meant that he could only be used at short range for the time being. But she already had an idea of how to solve the problem.

But now she had other things to worry about. After putting him down in an apartment directly below hers, she slipped quietly and unnoticed into the bathroom. The night had not only taken its toll on her physically, but also on her body. Even though she had had a lot of sex recently, it had slipped her mind that she hadn't had this much fun with this body. Her current body was not used to such hard and long sex. Everything just hurt.

"It was probably a stupid idea to get involved with a fuck monster on speed!" she laughed and splashed around in the water. She noticed the countless bruises and marks left by her 13-hour marathon fuck. She proudly ran her fingers over some of the injuries and grinned broadly.

"I'll probably have to come up with a good excuse for that. But I'll do that later," she said and finally fell asleep. When she finally got out of the bathtub later, she felt like a newborn.

In a good mood, she walked towards the living room where Ben and Reed were talking about something important.

"So if the Puc..."

"Ball!" Ben corrected him immediately.

"Throws the ball to a player..."

"Shoot... Come on Reed!" Ben sighed.

"Never mind. I still don't understand what this has to do with my research."

"Sue. Has anyone ever told you that your husband is an idiot?" Ben asked, unusually angry.

"Several times. But he has other talents." Susan laughed amusedly. "So. Can someone explain what this is about?"

"About soccer, of course!" laughed Ben. "I'm just trying to explain to him why we should be more like Stark."

"What does Stark have to do with soccer or our company?" asked Susan.

"My question exactly, honey."

"You don't get it. We could do so much more with our technology. That grill in there alone could feed thousands of people!"

"That may be true, Ben," Reed agreed, "but someone could use the same technology to make weapons. And I don't remember Stark selling his ARK reactor in the supermarket."

"It's not the same stretch."

"No more discussion Ben. Humanity isn't ready for this yet. We make enough money to fund the research and give us all a good life!"

"Reed..."

"No, Ben. That's enough!" Reed said sternly.

Susan looked at Reed in surprise. It was rare for him to be so direct. Apparently she had missed a significant part of the conversation.

When Ben left the room in a huff, she looked questioningly at Reed.

"One of his kids from the soccer club had an accident. He was hit by a car.

"Oh my God. How is the child?" Susan asked in dismay

"He..." Reed didn't get any further and looked to the side.

Susan put her hand over her mouth and understood why Ben was so upset. He certainly took it to heart. "Reed. Isn't there anything you could do to prevent this from happening in the future? Equip the hospitals better or something?"

"Susan. I could do that right now, and as sorry as I am... The child didn't have to die, but it all costs money and the hospitals don't know how to afford it. We cannot save every single Life on this Planet. We must focus our Ressources to save as many as Possible. I am so sorry for Ben and the Family of this Child, but… We can´t be everywhere. Just remember what happened when Tony tried that."

“Ultron!” Susan said knowingly. She remembered this only to well. "How much?" Susan asked angrily. She didn't want to believe that Reed would let something like this happen over a few million euros. After all, her company earned almost 60 million a year.

"What?"

"How much money would it be?" she asked energetically.

" Ca.... 5 billion a year. For the 4 largest hospitals," Reed quickly calculated.

"5 billion? Okay... we can't handle that. But we know people who could help us. It's only 5 billion." She said after a moment's thought. It was true that Fantastic Corp couldn't afford something like that.

"As far as I know, that's a lot of money!" Reed asked, irritated. "Who do we know who has that kind of money?"

"For us or the town, yes, but like I said, we know a lot of people for whom that's a penny," said Susan energetically.

-I may be a nymphomaniac bitch now, but by God. I won't let that happen! ' she thought grimly. -I wonder how much Nemor will pay for a weekend in my bed?

"Do we do that?" Reed asked in amazement.

" Tony Stark. Nemor.... Victor!" she said after a long pause.

"VICTOR?" Reed literally screamed... The Victor who wanted to shoot our house into orbit?"

"You have to admit it was creative!" Susan tried to deflect. "Reed. It's about children's lives. Maybe we'll have some someday... Shouldn't we make provisions for that?" she asked gently.

"I hope they take after you sooner, darling." Reed nodded slowly. "I'll go through my list and see what would be suitable."

Susan watched with satisfaction as her husband went into the lab. She had actually intended to get laid, but this was more important.

" Herbie! Send Tony a message. Tell him to swallow as much Viagra as he can. Tonight I will show him my gratitude and make him my ****. And tell him that if he disappoints me, I'll fuck his wife! Susan grinned. If she couldn't fuck Reed or Johnny, Iron Man would have to do.