The Black Widow

Edited by Prof37

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"Are you sure he's heading this way?" Natasha tapped her right temple. She took a deep bite into the biscuit held securely in her hand; it created a loud crunch as her plush lips wrapped around the food item.

"Oh, no." Tony's voice came clear as crystal through her earpiece.

The biscuit dropped against her plate as a surge of annoyance weld up inside her. "So why exactly am I here, then?" She scanned her eyes around the restaurant's not-so-crowded interior.

"Wait, did I say no? I meant no.. Er... Yes, he's coming. The kid's just a slow walker. Just enjoy the meal!"

"Hmmm..." Her eyes instinctively rolled. "I'm more of an outdoor café type of gal. Coffee and salad... Maybe Some bread..."

"Sorry, I forgot you don't like actual food." Tony's chuckle echoed throughout her head.

In response, Natasha snapped off a chunk from the biscuit on her plate and popped it into her mouth. "Frying food doesn't make it automatically good, you know."

"That is objectively wrong, in multiple ways."

"If you love fried food so much, why aren't YOU here?" Her eyes trailed to outside the restaurant through one of the windows. The question was genuine. She'd much rather be anywhere else than here, whereas Tony seemed more upbeat about the assignment. Really, their roles should be switched.

Yet here she is, assigned to stakeout and interrogate a kid who has already been proven a juvenile threat. Why don't they just neutralize him on the spot and lock the brat up in one of their cells?

Well, Natasha had no idea.

After surviving multiple years of rigorous training, the harsh kind that can never be forgotten, she was trained to follow through with her mission and refrain from asking questions...

But sometimes... Sometimes someone needed to ask the important things. If she never spoke up, all the men around her would be running around in circles, accomplishing nothing noteworthy.

"We've seen how he's more... Uh... Receptive.. To women." There was a slight pause on Tony's end. "And you're a very attractive woman if i say so myself. He'll listen to you."

"Really? Flattery? That's not going to make me forget that you guys are having me meet up with this kid just because he's a horny teenager."

"Hey! Carol was willing to do it. But you insisted."

"Well that was before I knew~"

"Cut it out, you two." Carol's voice interrupted their one on one discussion. "He's approaching the restaurant. Natasha, you have less than a minute, follow through with the plan."

Cracking her neck. Natasha rose up, she shoved her chair back and reached for her purse. "I will, I will. But we've seen proof of his actions. Why aren't we just locking him up?" No one questioned the red-haired woman as she talked to herself and headed for the restroom.

The proof was in the multiple recordings obtained through camera footage. Each showed the same teenager abusing his mental abilities in different ways. In most instances, he used them for petty crimes, such as securing free rides or getting money.

But other situations led to more perverted cases, ones where he displayed his sexual preference and made it clear he was a hormone-filled teen.

"He's eighteen, we can't judge him based off only a few past mistakes."

That was true, out of all the footage that was searched through, they weren't able to find too many instances of him abusing his ability. But while everyone, including the hotheaded Carol, saw him as less of a corrupt individual, and more of a misguided one. Natasha was much more hesitant to trust someone who has been shown to be extremely capable of controlling others' minds.

"You usually despise creeps, but whatever..." Natasha shrugged her toned shoulders and pushed her way into the bathroom. "If I get mind-controlled by that kid, I'm holding you two accountable."

Miss Mckenna, the shift manager, left in the knick of time. And hopefully, if anyone notices how her top appears to have been tampered with, she'd just shrug her shoulders and readjust it appropriately.

There's logically no reason for someone to put the puzzle pieces together and assume he was the one to blame here. Unless the people in this joint were prone to latch onto rather ridiculous assumptions.

''Oh, did I forget to tie my shoes? MIND CONTROL!''

''Why is it so cold outside? MIND CONTROL''

''Hey, did you call me? I thought I heard something...''

''No.''

''No?''

''No.''

''MIND CONTROL!''

Though, he was worried that someone would review the cameras and basically catch him in the act. The privacy that came with being seated so far from the action only served to give me a temporary pass to mess with her mind. When or If Mckenna chose to check the footage, she'd see her own strange actions, and then putting two and two together is only a matter of time.

He'll just have to send a mental command her way once she comes back. An urge to delete the footage would suffice.

But the assignment on Jonathan's plate was to act casual, some might even use the word, ''cool.'' All he had to do was look like a typical teen going for lunch at a restaurant known for its attractive waitresses and subpar menu. Like any average dude his age! That's what he is, a normal, mutant, dude~ Person~ With the ability to will his thoughts into people's minds.

So yea. That's what John did; he leaned back in his chair, pulled out his phone, and played it cool. The bathroom door opened, and out stepped the most beautiful woman to ever cross his line of sight. The thick heels of her combat boots clacked against the tiled floor as she swayed her curvaceous body into the open room.

That was a joke buy the way, in the heat of the moment John acted anything but ''cool.'' His eyes instantly forgot about whatever was on his phone the moment the woman before him stepped out from the bathroom.

Using the word curvaceous to describe her body was no understatement. She had the hourglass figure down to a T~ Making that feature more than noticeable was the black skintight bodysuit that latched onto the shape of her body with no sign of letting go.

John gulped and quickly averted his attention back to his phone, hoping he hadn't been starting long enough to be noticeable. Since, it didn't take him quite long to realize who he had been gawking at.

It was the Black Widow, in all her perfectly fit and beautiful glory. Really, he's upset he hadn't noticed who she was sooner. Her reddish-brown hair drooped and curled around her shoulders, shoulders that were dangerously slender. Her whole demeanor and soft, calm expression hid how competent and effective she was at whatever task happened to be put in front of her.

The woman gave John a knowing look with her natural poised lips and continued walking past his booth. Right as she passed him, his eyes worked against his better judgment and flickered down to her glutes that swayed as she walked. The fat curves of her ass cheeks were held with a tight ferocity by her bodysuit. Which displayed her butt's juiciness through the light jiggles caused by each step.

When she abruptly paused. Jonathan averted his gaze from the perfectly plump arse and met her eyes as she turned back to face him.

"Oh." Her voice was crisp, holding a soft coldness that managed to make him shiver. "I believe I'm here to talk to you."

Alright, now John was left with some questions. More than he had just a few moments ago. For one, Black Widow was standing in front of him.

THE Black Widow.

It was odd; she was an individual nearly everyone knew, yet she's never seen too often. Though that’s probably to be expected, considering she's one of the top agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. She isn't out and about, swinging around on webs or flying in a metal suit. But while she isn't doing that, it's generally assumed that she's making her own positive dent in the word regardless of whether or not she hits the news.

Compared to the other Avengers, she rarely ever pops up on camera. Searching her name yields a fair amount of results, but not many of them are legit sightings.

All of those poorly taken and edited photos pale in comparison of seeing the real Black Widow in person. And from just looking at her... Yeah it's understandable why she doesn't show up as much in comparison to the other heroes.

She had that stereotypical sexy agent look perfected. Somehow with her looks, she still manages to be stealthy.

Fucking~ Good on her.

But that brought up the question of why she is standing in front of him... In the middle of the day... In a random restaurant...

Why did she want to talk to him?

Well... With one look into her green eyes, Jonathan felt confident he could make an educated guess.

"Are you Mr. Edwards?"

Jonathan blinked.

"Mmhm, I'll take that lack of a response as a yes." She approached the booth and made a motion towards the opposing seat. "May I?"

Blinking for the umpteenth time, John nodded. He took a gulp as the woman sat herself across from him, the full weight of her breasts pressed against the table in the process.

The mix of fear, from being discovered, and arousal from the sheer attractiveness generating from her mature figure. Had his head spinning in more ways than one. Add on top of that the mystery over what she wanted with him, and there's no surprise John was genuinely too freaked out to speak in sign language.

That is, assuming she even knew sign language.

But, she probably has knowledge of over thirty languages, considering her skill set when it comes to... Well, everything really.

"I know you're mute, that's fine. I can cary our little conversation..." Before continuing, she awkwardly smiled towards one of the waitresses that noticed the sudden appearance of a S.H.I.E.L.D agent in full attire.

"I wanted to stay undercover, but they thought you'd feel more comfortable if you saw me in this." With a roll of her eyes, the Black Widow leaned back in her seat and released a cute sigh.

A cute sight that was quickly undermined by her cracking her knuckles and snapping her neck. As if she wanted to remind the teen that she was fully capable of crippling him in more ways than his voice.

Also they? By ‘’they’’ does she mean…

"Anyway." Black Widow leaned forward, lowing her voice in tune. "So, you're a mutant."

John paused. He opened his mouth, closed it, then began to make a hand motion.

''Yes.'' He signaled in response.

Raising her brow, the woman demonstrated that she had a knowledge of sign language. Proving his theory that she's probably well-versed in multiple forms of communication.

"I respect your honesty. Because that wasn't a question." She looked the teen dead in the eyes. "It was a statement. And... Before I go any further, I want to be clear with you."

A distant look appeared on her face, she tapped some pattern on the side of her ear and returned her focus to me.

"I'm sorry your life has had more downs than ups. But compared to me, and the people I work with, that's just par for the course. It happens."

She paused and shot a deadpan look to the side just in time to catch Mckenna heading our way with a notepad in hand. The manager stuttered to a halt, causing her breasts to jiggle as a result; her jaw dropped.

"Hi." Black Widow flashed the approaching lady a smile. "Could you give us two a little privacy?"

In response, the petite woman nodded and quickly shuffled back, no doubt to tell the rest of the staff that there's an Avenger in the house.

"This is why I wanted to stay undercover..." She shook her head, the reddish-brown locks of hair bobbed against her face. "So, anyway. I don't trust you. At all. The way I see it, you're dangerous. And not worth taking any risks over."

Well Jonathan frowned at that. During this entire encounter, a dark urge had crept up into his mind. What that screamed.

''Control her''

But really, that voice is always there. It gets ignored the majority of the time. Since nine times out of ten, that voice isn't privy to the current situation. Or, if it is, it just doesn't give a shit whether he gets punished not.

So he ignored it now. It wanted him to enter the Black Widow's mind, as she's sitting directly across from him with her dangerous eyes focused entirely on his.

Sure, it might be easy... Might it also might not; she must have had years of training, some of which involving methods to resist most mind control or brainwashing tactics. The odds that some mute teen with a basic form of mental manipulation could effectively control her are little to none.

And even if he could. Did he want to?

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..

...

Well, the simple answer is yes, but there is more to it than that.

"Fortunately for you. My peers don't think the same way I do. They want to give you an honest chance and not let the past depict your future."

Sucking in his nerves. John used his hands to communicate a simple message to the agent.

''What can I do to prove myself?''

The woman licked her lips before opening her mouth. "Two things."

A faint sticky sound created by her moist mouth parting to speak sent a tingle surging throughout John. Back in the dark part of his brain, the same thought told him how nice it would be if her wet mouth entrapped his girth and provoked him into shooting ropes of cum down her through.

He shooed away those thoughts.

"Help us with something to demonstrate that you're willing to use your gift in a more positive manner. And accept a monitor from us so we can keep tabs on you, or to be specific, the use of your ability."

"Why did you mute your coms?" Carol floated down to the dust-ridden ground.

An annoyed look sat on her face as she rested her gloved fists on her hips. She was accompanied by Tony, who sat at a computer. With a smoothie cup in hand, he was completely relaxed, making the fact known through the audible slurping sounds rebounding around the empty room.

"We wanted to have a chat without any eavesdropping. Right?" Natasha approached, with the silent teen following close behind.

His nervus stance was noticed by Carol as she eyed him over. The teen was clearly out of his comfort zone. Being brought into a seemingly abandoned warehouse dilapidated in more ways than one rightly should freak out any normal teenager.

And that's how Carol wanted to see him... A normal teen that happened to be dealt a bad hand in life. Lacking the verbal ability of speech but gaining an arguably more fantastic gift in the process doesn't change the fact that he was just a regular guy.

He had used his gift in less honorable ways, but really who wouldn't be tempted by their greed to take part in some mischief—Especially without proper guidance?

Back when Carol had discovered the truth in that she was more than human, it would be a blasted lie to claim that she never took part in the idiotic shenanigans that came with her age. No, she started fights, knowing she would win. She stole from a few grocery stores with the intent to get and sell that free junk. It was like she had her own underground crime ring—just one that featured petty shit; but crime nonetheless.

All that more than justified her stance towards dealing with this teen. Even though she absolutely hates dealing with perverted men who think they're ''all that,'' or don't have the decency to show proper respect towards the opposing gender.

The only thing that could she despises more is allowing someone who has so much potential, to lose their life over the idiotic mistakes of their youth. Call it a weakness, but it hit home in a way most things don't. If the world had given up on her when she was in his very same situation, she wouldn't be where she is right now.

So yeah.

Regardless of what Natasha and her antitrust views had to say, Carol was willing to give this young man a chance.

She smiled and floated a few feet off the ground. Moving towards the teen, she extended her black-gloved hand in a friendly greeting. "Hello there. Mr. Edwards. I'm pleased to see you in person. I hope the scary woman behind you didn't cause too much trouble."

John attempted to hold a firm grip as he shook her hand somewhat eagerly. He wasn't excited, more freaked out, the single bead of sweat on his forehead showed that much.

"Please don't be worried." Carol's voice was cool and calm. She had a strong grasp of his hand and showed him her respect as she looked him in the eyes. "You're in no trouble, you’re entirely safe here."

"And we are safe from you." Tony slurped on his slurpy with one hand and pointed to his ear with the other.

Carol chuckled softly and nodded her head. She reached up and parted the flowing strands of her golden locks and from the side of her face. Her ear was brought into view, and the small earpiece that laid gently at the opening of her ear canal.

"Yes. We do have these for our own safety. Just in case we were wrong to trust you."

"My idea," Natasha spoke up, prompting Carol to furrow her brow.

"Well, we won't need them." Carol looked back down into the teen's eyes. "Because I'm sure you're a better person than what those recordings made you out to be."

"She's saying that to make herself feel better since she's not entirely sure. So no pressure, but her reputation is on the line here." Tony had sucked his drink dry and tossed it onto the messy floor beside him.

Carol cocked her head. "Don't start. And you vouged for him too, so-"

"Yeah, but I mess up all the time! You're the perfect Mary Sue who has yet to have her reputation ruined. So like I said, no pressure." This time he pointed his sentence towards the floating blond.

Carol ignored Tony and flew to the middle of the room.

Sitting with arms tied down behind the chair, there was a gruff looking man, blindfolded and gagged with a sock shoved up his mouth. He had chiseled features, with a great deal of stubble lining his chin. His broad shoulders and overall stature had him looking

Carol floated to the floor right before the man and removed the sock from his mouth.

"Are you ready to talk?" Her hips tilted to the side as she eyed the man with disgust.

In response, he spat, landing a wad of his saliva on the right side of Carol's hip.

"Fuck you." He seethed, carrying a heavy russian accent.

"Wow..." She instinctively moved to wipe away the spit, but hesitated at the thought of touching it even with the gloves. Instead, she used the sock to clean herself and dropped it once she was done. "You know we could gag you again, that sock was taken out of Tony's dirty pile."

"That is not true! She's lying."

Carol shrugged, "Perhaps. Now, you're going to talk."

The tied up man could sense her general positioning, and attempted to spit on her a second time. Though Carol easily shifted her stance, and he missed entirely.

"I'd rather die."

"Yeah..." Carol leaned forward at her hip and had her face a few feet away from his. "We know."

That action caused her ass to jut out, which more definitely caught the attention of the teen standing being her. His eyes trailed on the curves of her buttcheeks as they swallowed the black skin tight suit's material between them.

Natasha shoved his shoulder. "You held eye contact longer than I expected." She whispered, "Try to keep it up."

The teen's face flushed at being caught.

"So, instead of you dying. We have someone here who can make you talk." Carol leaned up and stepped to the side. Her stern expression lightened up as she looked back at the teen. "It’s time to shine!"

John Blinked.

Tony took the chance to explain. "This man is a Hydra agent, he has information regarding the location of two bombs hidden throughout new york."

With eyes widening, the teen used his hands to ask a question.

Carol blinked. "I'm sorry, I don't know sign language."

"Yes, they are," Natasha said, she then turned to Carol. "He was asking if they were that terrorist organization."

"Ah... I see... Well yes, so you know of how dangerous they are. I love to give people second chances, but he had his chance and lost it when he refused to give out the bomb's locations."

"And this is your chance." Natasha grabbed the teen's by his shoulders and pushed him forward until he was but a few steps away from the bound man. "Make him talk. And you can help save hundreds of lives."

"Try it." The man snarled. "Cross paths with Hydra, and your name will be put on our list."

John gulped, he took a step back but bumped his head against Carol's large bust. She had moved behind him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"We're not going to let them hurt you. But right now, we could really use your help."

"Or don't. We have other means of making him talk. This method would just prove that you're more than a greedy perverse mutant." Natasha spoke bluntly, she had stepped back and was standing beside the table Tony was seated.

"Ignore her. She has trouble trusting anyone. But I know you're a good person." Carol rubbed his shoulder and then fixated her gaze on the Hydra agent. Her soft expression switched to one with hate nearly instantly. "Make him talk, and we can save lives... Can you do that?"

The teen nodded and gulped. He focused his eyes on the blindfolded man and spoke a thought into his mind.

"The Royal Dragon." The agent's mouth shouted out the name of a restaurant that no one in the room knew the name too.

"Huh?" Carol furrowed her brow. "What is that?"

"Hold on." Tony began typing with impressive speed. A few seconds later, he had found what he was looking for. "Here we go. It's a little Chinese restaurant in Hell's Kitchen. A Mom and Pop joint. hmm their menu doesn't look too shabby... Coffee Crusted Chicken and Mushrooms? Alright, now I'm hungry."

"Are you sure that's where the bombs are located?" Carol questioned.

John nodded silently.

"Hidden in the kitchen, below the waste bin." The agent spoke. Then he paused and cussed. "Fuck. You've made a mistake, Hydra will-"

"Ignore him." Carol dismissed him with a wave. "Let us know where the other bomb is."

Natasha raised a brow. "How do we know the kid isn't trying to send us on a wild goose chase?"

"For the love of... Lighten up on him, he's helping us." Carol shot Natasha a glare before looking over to the teen. "Go on."

"Here you go."

John took two steps back and shook his ankle hesitantly. Just above his foot, a metallic-like band was wrapped around him.

So from what he had gathered, this band was an ankle monitor to keep tabs on his whereabouts and, more specifically, the use of his ability. Whenever he attempts to push his voice into someone's mind, the band will light up and alert someone that he had activated his ability.

Basically... John was put on house arrest, just without the house... Or the arrest part. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as whatever he wanted didn't involve using his power. Which kinda sucked, but from what Captain Marvel had told him, he's more than allowed to use his ability, as long as it's for a valid reason.

It's odd, he can use it, but yet, he can't. Realistically there would be no situation unless it's an emergency, where he would need to activate his ability.

None he could think of at least.

And while he rarely abused the power he had, not being able to use it entirely really did hurt. It was almost another way of talking. A passive use for his skill was to have a one-on-one conversation, he'd simply speak into someone's mind, so they knew what he wanted to say.

Yet now he can't even do that anymore.

At least Captain Marvel was kind about it, especially in comparison to the Black Widow. She had given him hope that if he behaved for long enough, they wouldn't take the monitor off. Which certainly did calm his nerves.

During the entirety of his time in that abandoned warehouse, she was the most receptive. Which was surprising coming from her. He had seen her on the news before, and she has made it clear multiple times that she is against men who are perverted in nature. All the crotch, ass, tits, and candid shots as a whole that gets taken of heroines in the heat of battle was an issue she brought up live. And her dislike of all things perverted was stated in front of thousands.

From that alone, Jonathan believed she would have been as harsh if not even more so than Black Widow was. But no, she was adamant about giving him a chance to prove himself. And he'd be a fucking idiot not to jump on that chance to better himself in their eyes.

That entire situation was stressful in a ‘’he has no idea what’s going to happen to him,’’ kind of way. But afterwards it seems like he did well. Tony and Captain Marvel appeared pleased, and the look Black Widow gave him was filled with a little less distrust.

So even though it was hard, like- Crazy hard to maintain eye-contact with that woman. He managed. The entirety of the time there, he focused on her beautifully shaped face, golden hair, and nothing else.

Absolutely nothing else. Like the way her muscular arms were bare and displaying the smooth superhuman strength she had access to. Or how her black latex suit hugged her body and showed the full curves of her matured body and ample bosom. The yellow lightning bolt logo started at the cutoff near her shoulder and cascaded down her chest. It curved around the shape of her tits and ended at the opposing side just above the red scarf that wrapped around her thick waist.

Admittedly, he did stare at her ass. It had to have been the perfect combination of fat and muscle he had ever seen on a woman. And once she had turned his back, there was really nothing stopping him from taking a quick glance.

Well, nothing other than Black Widow who had caught him nearly immediately. Fortunately, she had never noticed that he had been checking her out earlier, but still, being caught didn't help him build up her perception of him.

And while she did catch him staring at the heroine's ass. It wasn't before he got enough of an eyeful to save her glorious cheeks as a mental image.

He felt a longing to forget about life and just be her clothing... Especially the bottom half of her one-piece suit. The material was literally eaten alive by the sheer mass of her butt cheek valley, and the front half was at a v-shape, letting her muscular thighs breath and her trapped pussy generate a musky aroma...

His inner voice had been pushing, urging him to use his power on either one of the sexy adult women surrounding him. But he didn't, and really, he couldn't. They had something protecting their minds from being manipulated. At least they said they did, and with the chance, Captain Marvel was giving him to not have his life be ruined. He wasn't about to test them to tell if they were lying or not.

But regardless of how he had felt, all that was the past. And now he was walking home.

At a time like this, he would have used his power to call a car over and give him a free ride. But seeing as that wouldn't count as a ''necessary'' use of his ability, he saw that walking was his only available option.

That's when a regular looking Sedan with black-tinted windows pulled up beside him. John looked over right as the passenger window began to roll down.

"Hey, Jonathan, is it?" A black woman with light brown skin and blackish-brown hair addressed him.

She wore a skin tight combat suit, similar to the one Black Widow had on, but designed differently. A silver rim borders the suit's neck, with another silver ring on each of her upper shoulders that matched the long gloves with the same color.

John's imagination quickly wondered what the rest of her body looked like from inside the vehicle. But more importantly, he wanted to know who she was and how she knew his name.

Then he noticed the signature S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the shoulder of her suit, and the puzzle pieces began to fall together.

"I'm Maria Hill. An agent of Shield." She pulled out a badge as if the crisp nature of her voice and perfectly built figure wasn't enough of a giveaway. "We're here to offer you a ride home. If you don't mind."

Of course, John didn't mind.

Which is why he was now in the back of the vehicle. They drove off in silence, with him sitting in the backseat. He noticed there was another agent in the driver seat, accompanying Ms. Hill, he was a burly looking man who didn't so much as bother to glance back as the teen hopped in.

"So. I heard you’re a mutant." Maria looked straight ahead at the coming road as she spoke. "You can't talk verbally but can communicate with people in... a different manner."

John could make out more of the muscular man's features than he could the attractive woman seated before him. His view of the back of her head shifted to more of a side angle as she shifted in her seat to look back at him.

"You can control minds." Her dark eyes stared into his.

Initially, he believed she had the same mindset as Black Widow before her, a general distrust. That changed from the look she was giving him.

Black Widow was harsh sure, but she's still a good person, and he could tell that by just looking at her. But with the way Ms. Hill was looking at him now, something felt off.

Right before his eyes, the dark-skinned woman's figure began to shift and change. The light-brown skin transitioned into a light blue, with dark eyes forming into a blue, glowing yellow.

"Alright. Enough of this." The woman shook her hair, that was now a pure red. She rested her shoulder on the seat and looked back at John with a sly smirk. The skintight suit she once had on was completely missing, in its place was a sleeveless white dress that fit around her waist with the help from a belt of white skulls. "You got in over your head, little boy. What you did back there, was a mistake. Should've just stayed out of it."

Jonathan was freaked shitless. Too much is happening in one chapter to make logical sense, characters are supposed to be introduced chapter by chapter, what is this nonsense!?

He glanced at the driver in hopes the Shield agent would assist him. But when all he received was a scowl from the man, he realized the guy was in on it too.

"Mmhm, my associate here works for Hydra."

"Hail Hydra!" He said.

"Yeah whatever..." The woman rolled her eyes, or, at least, it looked like she did. Everything was yellow, so her pupils were practically invisible. "You should’ve stayed at home and kept your nose out of places it doesn’t belong. But you didn’t… So guess what?" She reached her hand down and pulled up a gun. Pointing it towards him. she added. "Now you dealing with me."

Gulping, John brought up his hands.

"Nonono! Don't even try. I don't know sign language, and you can't use your baby level mind-control on me." She tapped the gun against her ear, motioning towards the earpiece. "So let me tell you what's going to happen. You're going to cause a distraction..."

The car pulled to a stop right beside a police station.

"Command every single person in that building to go on a **** spree. That will definitely distract the ‘’heroes.’’" Moistening her red lips, she looked John over from head to toe. "Then once we're done replanting those explosives at a newly marked location, my partnership with Hydra will be over. And you get to come with me. The brotherhood would love to have you."

John’s gaze darted around the blue skinned woman’s frightening face.

"You have a lot of potential, kid. We could use a-"

"Hail Hydra!"

"Shut up!" The woman spat.

Looking out the vehicle, John stared at the police station. For one, he wasn't comfortable enough with his ability to use it on anyone inside. For two, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through with this woman's demands. And fuck, for three, he had no idea who the fuck this lady was.

Apparently a villain, that was as clear as her blue skin and pure yellow eyes. She didn't work for Hydra, but since she claimed to just be in cahoots, she was working with them. Also, she had to be a mutant, similar to himself, the kind who could change her appearance and tone of voice.

If he wasn't already, now he's entirely out of his comfort zone. The reason he never went complete ham with his powers was to avoid situations like this.

Ever since going to that Hooters, things have been spiraling out of John's control. Black Widow wants him to do this, Captain Marvel wants him to do that. And now this woman expects him to mind control people into causing a distraction.

Everyone's telling him to do shit when he's literally the one with the power to boss people around. He should be making the orders!

Except... He can't...

Because now, his life was in danger. Before with the Avengers, they might punish or put a fucking ankle monitor on him.

But they have limits as heroes they won't cross.

As for this woman, she had ill intentions. The kind that could lead to him being hurt, or worse, killed. If the gun pointing at his head wasn't proof enough of that.

"Hey kid." The woman spoke up. Her gun swayed gently in the palm of her hand. "I'm giving you a choice here. One will result in you not being hurt. The other... Well..." She shook the gun.

Well.

He looked down the gun's barrel, the police station out the window, back to the gun, and then right into her eyes.

She's giving him a choice.

John frowned and focused on her mind.

*Beep* *Beep*

Two distinct sounds buzzed inside the car, one came from John's ankle monitor, the other from the woman's ear.

It took a few seconds for the woman to recognize the sounds. She tapped her ear, the earbud-looking device buzzed. Then her eyes naturally shifted down to John's ankle.

During that brief pause, John made a rush to get out the car. But his efforts were quickly squandered by the door being put on a child lock.

"Shit." She cussed and, in an instant, unbuckled herself and lept to the back of the seat. "You little fuck. What is wrong with you!? Do you not realize how close you are to dying right now?"

The woman moved quickly, pinning him to the door with her arm pressing into his neck.

"I told you! You can't control me." She squeezed his neck harder. Causing him to **** as he desperately gasped for air. "If this is your way of saying you'd rather die than follow through with my simple instructions. You have another thing coming! I said we could use you, but let me rephrase that. We will use you. And this is just delaying the inevitable."

In response, Jonathan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He was too stressed to appreciate the way her body and full breasts, that must've grown in size from the way they were when she was disguised, pressed against him.

"YOU!" The woman shot her head back to the driver seat. "Go with plan B!"

"Hail Hydra!"

"Whatever!"

The Hydra agent rolled down the front window and pulled out his gun. Aiming the weapon into the air, he fired a series of shots upwards. The loud echoing booms from each bullet ricocheted around the city.

Just then, the car sped forward and revved down the street, all the while the agent continued to rain bullets into the sky.

Right as the car made a sharp turn down the road, it sped to a stop, and the woman opened the car door, jumping out and bringing John with her.

John stumbled onto the floor, catching himself with his hands. He felt a hand grab him by the back of his shirt and yank him up.

Standing beside him was a white-skinned blond, wearing a simple red blouse, but still had a fairly large bust, whose size was apparent through the way here standard top strained against her chest.

"Come." She whispered, pulling him along like some disgruntled child.

John's mind was racing. He'd rather go anywhere, with anyone other than her. Sure she was hot, no wait that word didn't do it... She was sexy!

But she was also demented.

So yeah, that was a problem.

Captain Marvel did say he could use his ability in emergency situations. And this was one of those situations he realistically thought he'd never find himself in. So his eyes scanned the area around him.

There were a few passing cars and some idle civilians. He could shoot a quick command into their minds, one that said, ''Attack the blonde,'' or something. But ignoring the fact that this woman could transform into someone that wasn't blond, or they might misinterpret the command and attack every blond they see.

He was afraid this chick would deck or seriously injure anyone that got in her way. Sure, she said she wanted him alive, but what’s keeping any other civilians from becoming casualties.

The woman continued to drag John a few blocks down until she eventually stopped.

Breathing heavily, she looked down at John's ankle. "We're getting nowhere as long as that thing is on you." Kneeling down, her warm breath passed right over his crotch as she knelt down. She retrieved her gun from her back pocket. "Let's see if this thing is bulletproof."

"Drop the weapon." A cold voice spoke in a calm but demanding voice. The sound of a gun being cocked had the transforming woman perk her ears.

She looked behind John with a blank face and dropped her gun. Cautiously, she rose to her feet with her hands set in the air above her head.

"This is a misunderstanding officer... You see." The blond woman smiled. "I'm just here trying my kid's shoes. Even at eight-teen, it seems like they just can't take care of themselves. You know?"

The officer she mentioned appeared to be a Shield agent. Dressed appropriately in her tight curve-hugging uniform. It wasn't just any officer either; it was the same dark-skinned agent John had been tricked into believing was on his side before.

Maria Hill.

But this time, John had a feeling she was actually on his side. Unless two shapeshifters were running around. Then things would get way more confusing than they currently were.

The agent licked her dark brown lips. And flicked a hand to her temple. "I have him. Subject is armed. Not sure of the details."

A look passed over the shapeshifting woman's face. "Please!" Her tone of voice shifted on a dime. "He's controlling me!"

Jonathan's eyes widened. He wanted to shout. "No I'm not! She's forcing me along!" But all he did was shake his hands frantically with his hands waving in the air.

Maria held a flat expression, but her brown eyes looked him over in silence before staring at the woman.

The moment of silence built up dread in John, he looked on, hoping the agent wouldn't fall for such a blatant lie.

"Uh-Huh." Maria held her gun at the woman. "That doesn't mesh with your last story. I want your hands behind your head."

"No! Please believe me! He took control of my mind, and was forcing me to use this gun to~" The woman's voice was believable, it was as if she had multiple medals in acting.

"Okay," Maria had arched her back, in a less tense stance but still had her gun aimed directly at the blond. "How did you get that weapon?"

"I.." The blond stepped forward. "Uh..." She stepped forward again. "Oh..." Taking another step, she was only a few feet away from the gun. Maria took one hesitant step back and arched her brow. "Fuck it." The blond sent a punch flying, it came out too fast for John to even notice.

But Maria Hill's instincts proved to be much sharper than Jonathan's; she caught the punch a foot lengths from her face and held it with an intense grip. In reply, the blond brought forward a second swift punch, this one nearly hit the agent, but Hill rose the hand holding her gun in the knick of time to protect her face.

The defensive gesture caused the gun to be knocked out of her hands and replaced by the blond's fist. The two women stood head-on, matching each other in strength, with Maria being a foot shorter than the blond.

After a few seconds of struggling, the blond chose to end their test of strength and offered a headbutt to knock Maria Hill back.

The Shield agent got hit head-on and staggered back, her thick thighs jiggled from the sudden steps. Her short, smoothened hair that previously only had a few pointy strands at the back was now significantly messier.

Hill blinked away her blurry vision, just in time to see a leg swing for her face. She leaned back and ducked under the attack, then responded with her own decked out punch aiming directly for the blond's face and hitting its mark, sending the other woman reeling back.

The blond's large bust jiggled as she bounced back on her heels.

The ripples on her chest certainly caught John's attention, despite the situation. That came in handy as while he watched her, he saw that the blond had just noticed Hill was without a weapon. Smirking, she jumped back, performing a flip. She picked her gun up off the floor and aimed it direct for Agent Hill's face.

Having landed back on her feet, with her gun aimed at her target. Hill had realized she was at a severe disadvantage, one that could lead to long term consequences. She lept back in an attempt to evade the would-be attack.

Though, instead of firing prematurely, the blond simply waited for Hill to move, and once the agent had made an effort to dodge. The malicious grin on the blond's face grew as she began to pull the trigger.

John reacted quickly out of instinct alone.

"Don't shoot!" He spoke into her mind.

But when she didn't shoot he was taken aback.

He had totally expected her to kill the Shield agent right there in front of him...

Sure he screamed in her mind not to shoot, but his powers didn't work on her with the earpiece. That was proven when he had tried to control her earlier and...

That's when he noticed, there was a lack of a device in the blond woman's ears.

"What the?" The woman breathed. She attempted to pull the trigger, but her body wouldn't' corporate. "I... What? Why can't..." Her eyes widened. And glanced over to Jonathan, she brought a hand up to her ear and whispered. "Fuck."

The two of them realized what happened at the same time. But in this instance, John reacted faster.

"Sleep."

He commanded her, and like clockwork, the woman's eyes lulled, and her body quivered. She collapsed onto the hard ground, and her body transformed from the white-skinned blond back to her mutant blue-skinned self with her red hair pooling over her **** face.

The next few seconds were left in silence, say for the soft noises of the busy city.

Maria Hill breathed loud breaths, she recovered from the rush of being in a fight with a woman who had matched her physical abilities to a scary degree. Slowly, rising to her feet, she had her gun in her hand and hesitantly holstered it on the belt circling her round hip.

"Is she... Did you?"

"Asleep? Yes." Jonathan replied in sign language.

He looked down at the woman and winced. Collapsing onto the floor like that could kill an average person, but maybe a mutant like her could take the hit and walk it off.

"You might've saved me there..." Maria rubbed her arm and casually smoothed back her hair. "I... Thank you." She smiled before adding. "I didn't believe her lie for a second, and now knowing it was Mystique we were dealing with. Well I'm glad I didn't..."

Looking down at the **** mutant, she took a step forward. "Now it makes sense why she was so skilled-" Maria paused after taking another step towards Mystique. She felt and heard a soft crunch under the heel of her silver boot and lifted her foot to see what she had stepped on.

What looked like a small cracked device was broken. Picking it up, Maria held the thing in her fingers and said something under her breath.

She scanned the floor around her but found nothing.

But then her eyes widened, she reached for her ear and felt the earpiece Shield had given her to protect her mind from John's ability. But upon tapping her other ear, she realized something was missing.

John had been watching her intently and noticed the same panicked look of realization on her face that the woman he now knows as Mystique had. They both must've knocked off each other's earpieces during their scuffle.

And those were the only things keeping him from entering their minds.

Maria saw that the broken device would no longer protect her. She knew that John had seen it too, and opened her mouth. "Okay, I know that my earpiece is broken. But-"

''I'm not going to do anything,'' John spoke directly into her mind. He found that way of communicating more efficiently than sign language, especially since many people don't understand how to converse with their hands.

Maria didn't take this as casually as he initially expected. The sound of her subconscious speaking to herself must've freaked her out to the point of taking a defensive stance. Her hand inched down to her nicely shaped hip, toying with the gun in its holster hesitantly.

"That's nice..." Agent Hill’s fingers grazed the handle of her gun. It was unsettling to imagine just how swiftly she could draw that weapon on him. "Now, please get out of my head. My thoughts are private. Thank you."

The dark-skinned woman eyed with suspicion, a similar look to the one Black Widow had been shooting him for the past few hours.

Something about that really ticked him off... Here he was, trying his damn hardest to please these guys... These heroes that he kinda looked up too.

He had just saved her fucking life! And she still doesn't trust him. Sure, the mind is a sacred place, but all he did was send her a simple message. He could have controlled or done several detestable things to her like an evil cunt. But he fucking didn't because he wanted to be a better person.

Yet, she still eyed him like a ticking time bomb. The actual villain was taken care of, and now he took Mystique's place as the main threat.

Cautiously, Agent Hill brought her silver-gloved hand to her ear. No doubt to tell S.H.I.E.L.D that he had attempted to control her or something...

Why can’t she just trust him...

Just then. A thought crossed John's mind.

Why did she even react in the first place? He speaks to people through their minds all the time; it's just another simple way to communicate. People rarely react then, just like the manager at Hooters when he had her reveal her breasts. She just did it without batting an eye. He calmly gave her the command, and she calmly obeyed..

John looked back at Maria. She held her defensive stance, the knowledge that I could and had entered her mind without any resistance clearly phased her.

Yet, she should have been just as calm and unaware as he was calm and completely unaware.

But he was calm, right?

He spoke into her mind rather abruptly. Perhaps he wasn't as relaxed as he thought he was.

Johnathan took a calming breath.

Maria spoke into herworking earpiece. "Subject C's.."

''Trust John.''

Agent Hill paused briefly. Her right eye twitched ever so slightly.

"Sensors..."

Her brow furrowed.

''Trust John.''

"Dete..."

She noticed a red flight flicker on John's ankle monitor, and a look of alarm passed over her features.

''John is trustworthy. You will trust John. He saved you, he deserves your trust.''

The sense of alarm left as her mind accepted the new commands, he apprehensive stance become much more casual

"Detected use of subject's abilities." Maria Hill's soft lips resumed talking as if her subconscious hadn't been giving her commands. "Reporting use verified under Defensive Act E. Cause: mutant attack. Mystique. Apprehended thanks to the help from the subject."

Agent Hill nodded as whoever she was speaking too responded on the opposing end.

During this exchange, John looked her over.The bronze-skinned agent now appeared much more relaxed despite knowing that he could invade her mind at any second.

"Alright." Hill turned to face John with a calm, somewhat pleased expression. "I appreciate the way you jumped in. You might've saved my life there. So... I'll vouch for you; you're a good person, someone I know I can trust."

John paused for a moment to observe her features. The woman sounded entirely genuine. Despite how moments before, she looked at him like he was some ticking time bomb.

''You trust me?"

Agent Hill blinked before responding. "Of course I do." Her curvaceously shaped hip cocked to the side. "Though, honestly, before I came over, I was apprehensive. Natasha doesn't trust you at all, and I agreed with her."

Natasha?

''Who's Natasha?'' John spoked into her mind.

The agent took what she claimed as an invasion of privacy very calmly. "She's who you know as Black Widow. Yes, I was on board with her about you, but now after this encounter, I trust you. Hopefully, we can have the others see you in the same light."

Wanting to spit out water, but not having any water primed at the ready. Jonathan just went with coughing as he choked on some spit.

Had Agent Hill just given up her teammate and fellow secret agents' real name!? He had given her the order to trust him, but that was a little much, no? Well, at least it was only her first name, it’s not like she gave him Black Widow’s full name and address.

...Though at this point he might not be completely surprised if she did!

"Now, let me turn off this for the time being." Maria stepped towards John and squatted before him.

He felt himself stiffen down below as the beautiful bronze-skinned woman gave him a nice view of her cleavage. Maria reached for the bubbly curves of her buttocks and retrieved something from the back of her silver belt. It was a small black device, she tapped it a few times, and the light on John's ankle monitor flashed green.

''What was that?''

"Since you feel more comfortable talking directly into my mind than signing, I thought I would turn off your monitor so that it doesn't look like you're abusing your abilities."

''You can do that?'' John peered down to his foot and shook it hesitantly.

"Of course," Maria smirked. "You're looking at the 2nd highest ranked Shield operative. I have the liberty to make those decisions. I trust you, and if I say you can have it off for a while, you can have it off."

What she said made John gulp. Maria Hill was that high up on the Shield totem pole and he had so effortlessly twisted her mind into trusting him.

But how much trust for him does she have?

''So, you trust me? Right? You trust John. Completely.''

"You saved my life." She tilted her head. Her short hair swished against her face. "So, of course. Why do you ask?"

“...What color are your panties?"

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