Gathering his bearings

A brief pause stretched between the two, one that made Josh feel self-conscious to an uncomfortable degree. Though it was a hundred percent warranted—he had the balls to ask this woman something naïve and perversely irresponsible like ''What color are your panties?'' But not to see how she'd react.

Being the 2nd highest-ranking agent of SHIELD, Maria Hill had a natural aura that swayed anyone against messing with her. Just one look at her must put many people in an equal state of fear and arousal. On the one hand, she had a fit muscle bound body that displayed the ridged shape of her figure through the skin tight suit she wore; and the other, she had the body of a fully-developed athletic woman, with fat for days that sat only in the places that counted.

Two sides of a coin. One, a woman that could crush one's face into the pavement without any struggle, the other, a woman who could coax one to a safe, warm slumber between her thick thighs or sizable bosom.

That state of arousal was being abused by the anticipation Maria was building. He was in a state of fear over how she would react, yet thoroughly intrigued in what a woman of her caliber would wear underneath that tight, and no doubt sweaty, jumpsuit. Those thick legs of hers lead to a shapely hip that, without a doubt, held a nice meaty pair of asscheeks. Whatever form of underwear she had on underneath, if she wore any, to begin with, must be soaked in her warm musky aroma and...

And he shouldn't forget that she literally had a gun hooked onto that silver belt of hers. The same curved hip that made his mouth water also held a weapon that could end his life in no more than a second. No matter how attractive she may be, it would be idiotic for him to let his teenage hormones blind him to the fact that she was, simply put, better than him in every way.

...

Right?

She could knock his lights out in no time flat if she so desired to... Sure... But, on the other hand. John shouldn't sell himself short... Maria Hill, for everything he had built her up to be. A master agent, a powerful fighter, and a sexy bronzed-skinned fox of a woman; had proven ill-prepared to fend off his half-assed mental command.

He hadn't even been trying too hard; if anything, he was less focused than usual due to the hectic stress of the situation. Yet, she had flowed under his mental sway just as easily as everyone else.

For fucks sake, the busty Hooters manager was manipulated just as easily as a fully trained SHIELD agent. It wasn't any harder to implant a command into Maria's subconscious; she followed his instruction to trust him, in the same way, the manager had followed his instruction to show off her breasts.

Hill was, no doubt, smarter, faster, stronger, and more skilled than he'd ever be... But that didn't mean anything when she could be controlled as easily as a woman working minimum wage at a restaurant that stays afloat due to a few attractive waitresses.

It would be easy for him to straight-up command her to show off her panties, or her boobies, and anything else that ends in 'ies.' She ''could'' pound his face in, but then he could just give her a command not to.

Was she really so much better than him?

Maria opened her mouth.

John blinked; he wasn't sure if she was upset over his question or not. So, instead of sitting in wait to see if she'd retaliate, he intervened to avoid the very possibility of her reacting negatively.

''You like and are very fond of John.''

He spoke into her mind and repeated the message.

''You like and are very fond of John.''

The effect of Maria was instant. She closed her mouth, blinked, and parted her lips again. "Really?" She said. Her voice was crisp yet somewhat soft in nature. As if she could switch from being affectionate to stern and assertive on a dime.

Really? What did she mean by that? Was it a response to the command he had given her? Or..

"Well, you are a curious young man. I can't be too surprised." She held a knowing smirk and added. "But I don't think I want to answer your question. Sorry."

Before John could respond, Maria turned to face the **** Mystique and tapped her ear. "Mystique has been incapacitated. Will rout her and escort Subject C's back to his residence." She lowered her fingers and turned back to give Jonathan's a look. "Can you get her to follow us?"

The question prompted John to glance towards the sidewalk where the blue-skinned villainous lay ****. ''I think so.'' He mentally spoke. ''But she's dangerous. I've never implanted thoughts into someone who would actually want me killed.''

"Don't worry." Maria was quick to comfort him with a hand that gently rubbed at his shoulder. "She won't be hurting you. Now go ahead."

We both stared at her. And while Maria was keeping a keen eye on the mutant, with a hand teasing the edge of her belt. John was taking the time to appreciate just how sexy and genuinely cute her blue chiseled face could be when she isn't trying to use him for her own personal gain. Her body was just as, arguably more curvaceous than Maria's; she certainly had a larger bust that pressed its juicy mass against her white dress. Her current position displayed a nice amount of blue sideboob, and nearly all of her upper thighs were displayed through the dress that pooled over onto the ground.

Still, he was more afraid of her accidentally slipping free from his amateur level ability than he was of Maria. Both of these women seemed to be equally skilled in combat, but there was a major difference between them. Maria Hill certainly could kill him in a quick instant... But she wouldn't. He was reasonably sure on that front. Whereas, Mystique could, and certainly would, if given the opportunity.

But if his command worked. Which he assumed it did based on how casually Maria swept his sexual question under the rug. Maria was fond of him, and with her standing between him and Mystique, he felt confident she'd be more than enough to protect him if things go south.

''Wake up. And stand at attention.''

Mystique's lip twitched.

''Wake up. And stand at attention.''

Her eyes fluttered open. She groaned.

''Do not attack or harm anyone. Stand at attention.''

Mystique clutched the side of her temple; she winced and furrowed her brow as she shifted up to her elbows and flicked her gaze around. Quickly landing on John, at least, he thinks she was looking at him. Her pure yellow eyes made it impossible to tell what exactly held her attention; but, regardless, she scowled with a clenched fist.

John gulped. But Maria took a step to the side to fully block Mystique's line of sight.

"I'm taking you into custody." She said. Her voice was cold; any trance of warmth she had previously exerted was nowhere to be heard.

"Like hell you are." Mystique spat and stood to her feet. Other than a small darkish bruise on her head, she seemed unphased by the collapse she made on the pavement moments prior.

"Can you make her follow or not?" Keeping her stone flat voice, she addressed John through the corner of her eye.

''I only made her stand still. But yes, I can have her follow you.''

A frown formed on her dark brown lips. "Well, I'm not sure I exactly want to turn my back to her..." She studied the blue-skinned mutant for a few passing seconds. "Hold on... I'm sorry, I have a better idea."

Mystique stood up and watched the two with utter hatred attachment on her face; her leg shifted but stayed in place, causing nothing but the thick blue meat lining her thigh to jiggle. Anger switched to confusion, which was quickly followed up by realization. "You're not talking to yourself..." She muttered and looked down at herself. Another attempt to move proved fruitless. "He's..."

"Put her back to sleep."

John looked past Maria just in time to see Mystique focus her glare onto him.

"Don'-" The mutant was cut off mid sentence by a mental command.

''Sleep.''

Maria's second idea was certainly much safer than her initial one. Taking the risk of turning one's back to Mystique wasn't worth taking. So instead, she had John put the dangerous villainess back into a **** slumber. She was then able to take him safely back to her black sedan and return to collect the sleeping beauty.

Which is literally what Mystique was, thick, busty, sleeping beauty, a beauty that can shapeshift and transform into anyone with the honed skills of an assassin.

She drove him back to his familiar-looking abode, and, despite having a killer splayed out in the backseat, John felt entirely at ease.

Maria displayed how genuinely nice she could be when the stern-faced all-business persona was put aside. She senses his initial unease and made small talk about his life at school and hobbies he had to keep him occupied. All of his responses were made through the use of his power. He didn't have to bother with sign language, and she could care less that he was speaking directly into her subconscious.

It was amazing how two simple commands could change her so drastically. John knew his ability was effective, but never in his wildest dreams would he have expected his power to effectively work on a fucking SHIELD operative.

Even now, he could hardly believe it.

"Alright." Maria unbuckled herself and stepped out of the vehicle. She placed her arm on the car's roof and looked down to the passenger seat. "I'm going to drop you off here. But it was nice to talk with you. I'm glad I chose to answer the alert. Otherwise, I might not have seen for myself that Natash was wrong about you."

''About that.'' John stepped out of the car and watched as Maria opened the back seat door and kneeled inside. She took a set of handcuffs and fumbled with the knocked out Mystique's wrists until her white-gloved wrists were secured. ''Does she really not trust me?''

"Oh. Yeah. She said that a mind controller should rarely be trusted and that the power you have in a teenager's hands is asking for trouble." The agent shrugged and shifted out of the backseat. She stood up and shrugged. "And she has a point; I agreed with her wholeheartedly. But, honestly, I should have given you a chance, and you saved my life. Not that many people can attest to such a thing, I know who my allies are, and you're now one of them."

Jonathan didn't want to admit that Natasha was right, in a sense. He had abused his power over Maria. And she only didn't care because he made sure she'd trust him more than anything. Why would she care if a person she trusts messes with her mind? Right?

Abusing his powers wasn't something he actively wanted to do. But... A part of him also enjoyed the shift in power he had over such a high ranking agent.

Maria Hill noticed his silence and added. "Don't worry. You have others that side with you. Most of the Avengers want to give you a shot. The only ones against it were the Black Widow, Spider-Woman, and myself... But now, Those two are on their own."

''Well thanks.''

A smile formed on Maria's lips, "No worries." She shut the door to the back seat and moved over to the front of the car. "I'm going to make sure you're taken care of."

John realized she was about to take a seat in the front and drive away with Mystique to who knows where. He spotted her with one toned jumpsuit-clad leg inside the car. ''Don't leave!'' He commanded her before truly giving it much thought.

Maria paused. Her head was ducked into the vehicle, and he was provided with a nice view of her ass. The jumpsuit she wore really clung to her fat round cheeks; it's black material reflected the morning's light off her curves. She stood up with a semi-spaced-out look on her dark-skinned face.

She blinked and said. "I think I'll stay here. Just in case anything happens, someone should be around to watch over you."

Well, that reasoning was somewhat valid. Who knew if Mystique, or whoever she was working with/for, had any other cronies lurking around. But it's logic that she built up for herself, he had just given her a command, and she found a way to justify it.

Suddenly she moved a hand up to touch her ear.

''You want to escort John into the house and stay with him there until backup arrives.''

This time there was no pause. Her mind just accepted his command and rolled it. "Requesting pickup at Subject C's residence. I will stand guard to help assure Subject's safety in the case of any potential altercations." Having finished her update, she lowered her hand and addressed John. "We can continue our talk inside. Do you have any questions for me?" She closed the front door and tapped something on the side of her silver belt. The vehicle beeped and locked, keeping Mystique inside.

_''Yes...'' One look through the tinted windows revealed nothing. They were too dark to see inside. ''Could see come in too?''_

"Why would you want..." Maria frowned. "No. It's safer for everyone if she stays in there." She followed his gaze and added with a slight smirk. "I know you're still young, but don't let your hormones tamper your better judgment. Come on."

Maria turned towards the house and started heading forward. It must just be assumed that he'd do as she said; from her point of view, she's the authority figure here, and her word would be final.

Unfortunately for her, John didn't want to let this chance slip by him.

Never in his life did he want to truly **** his power... He had no desire to do so. But never in his life did he have such a perfect opportunity to have a little fun with a woman so perfectly built. That being Mystique, not Maria. Both women were fantastically sexy in their own regards, one with golden brown skin, the other with blue, and both posed bodies that could be perfect for porn stars.

But his guilt couldn't let him do anything too outlandish on Maria even if she had distrusted him when they first met. She still sided with him when Mystique tried to pull a fast one on her.

It wouldn't feel right to mess around with Maria... Despite how genuinely hot it was to see such a stern powerful woman dance to his mental beat.

But Mystique was in a totally different ballpark. That woman would have him killed if it benefited herself. There was no guilt over playing around in her head, so if he were to have any fun with a woman of her caliber, he needed to take the opportunity that was before him.

Maria Hill paused mid-walk, her back stiffened. ''You want Mystique to enter the house with us.'' She turned around.

"Actually," Hill said. "She's coming with us. I need to keep my eye on her."

The agent, who had walked up the front steps to the house, strode back down. Her ample chest bounced within her suit with each step. Once she passed, John felt his gaze gravitate to her swaying ass as she walked.

Maria tapped her hip, and the car unlocked.

This wasn't good.

Mystique opened her eyes to a wildly different scene compared to where she was previously. No longer was she out on a busy street with potential onlookers driving by. There wasn't a midday sky above her or greenery off to the side.

No, instead, she was inside an average looking house. In an average looking living. That housed average looking furniture and... And everything was fucking average. Even the wooden chair she was cuffed to was nothing to write home about.

However, it matched everything else in this plain-looking house. A bland wooden table centered before a red couch and a television on the opposing wall. An expensive-looking china cabinet rested beside it, and a fancy mirror was on the wall a few feet to it's left.

The mirror sat opposite the chair she was secured to and revealed just how embarrassing of a situation this was to be in. She's a grown woman who survived rigorous training while that kid was in fucking diapers. And now look at her.

She was reduced to a captive in a bland house. It's not even a SHIELD holding cell or an armored van.

No, she was in an average suburban house.

Why?

Because this ass has fucking mind control powers, that's why.

If that agent hadn't gotten involved, none of this would have fucking happened. She was prepared; it would be impossible for anyone to catch her messing with a mind controller ill-prepared—her mind and bodywork for no one but herself.

Everything should have gone according to plan. For fucks sake, she had telepathic-dampening earbuds. There was NOTHING the brat could have done to her.

But of course, complications had to arise. Maria fucking Hill ruined it for both of them. It's plain as day that he used his ability on her; she's coming off as too relaxed around him than she reasonably should be. Especially since she, too, appears to be missing her own dampening earbuds.

The only logical assumption towards her behavior is mental manipulation, that and the apparent fact that she was communicating with the boy without him even bothering to use sign language.

So now what? She's cuffed. But that's not the problem. She could shift into a small child and slip out. But then she'd have to slip from under the nose of a SHIELD operative and a horny teenage boy, a horny teenage boy that has the ability to implant his thoughts into people's minds.

And he was certainly horny. His eyes kept wandering between agent Hill's suit-clad figure and her own white garb. More specifically, her white panties beneath the white drape of her dress. It was parted to the side, and her thighs were spread apart so that he could get a good look and the outline of her pussy that pressed against her panties.

She wanted to flash him to get a mental note of just how perverted this young man was. And gaze made it clear. It wasn't looking good for her.

What's worse, she can't know for certain whether her thoughts are her own. Sure, she's sure that flashing him her panties is something she wants to do; she came up with the idea, for goodness sake. But who knows if any other ideas she might come up with are her's, or a mental command pushed into her by his perverted mind.

When he implants a thought into another psyche, they sound remotely similar to one's subconscious. There's seemingly no discernable way to know what's real and what's being **** in.

"Okay. I'm not going to try and come off too ****. I will bring up the point that you saved my life and suggest that it might be best that Black Widow should back down on you."

There was a pause; no doubt the boy was telepathically communicating with her.

"Yes." Maria chuckled. Chuckled? That woman was as rigid as a rock; why would she chuckle with a boy she just met? "Spider-Woman is a member, but she doesn't appear much in the media when you compare her to the rest. Regardless. She also would need to be persuaded, but she should be easier... To..." Her voice trailing off. Maria noticed Mystique's golden washed eyes and met her gaze with a frown.

"You enjoy being that kid's boy toy?" Mystique said. "He's in your head right now. But I think you know that."

"I do." Was Maria's response. She rested an arm on the side of the couch. "And I am fine with it. Unlike you, I actually trust him."

"What? Because he saved you? Please." Mystique rolled her eyes, though no one could see it. To them, it was all just pure yellow. "Fine, he did save you. I had every intention to shoot you dead on that street. But do you really think that one act deserves your mind to be completely open to him? I'm sure you've been saved by many of your teammates before. Would you then let them enter your mind like it's free fucking real estate?"

"Absolutely not, but this is different."

"How is it different though?" Mystique pressed. Her hope was to crack through to some common sense in the agent's mind. If she could realize how the boy has them both practically trapped, she could actually do something about it. "Think. Be honest with yourself, what has he done, in particular, that no one else has done for you to warrant your tru..."

Immediately Mystique's mouth shut. She just felt like shutting up all of a sudden. Really, her talking would just make Hill confused. And she wasn't worth her time. The bitch was too dumb to see through her blind trust; why even bother with her?

Mystique had to find a way out. And unfortunately, it looks like the only way would be to kill or incapacitate the boy. Despite her genuine dislike for the boy, she isn't an idiot who would be blinded by her emotions. Logically speaking, if she could obtain a mind controller at a young age, it would do wonders for her and the Brotherhood in the long term. It would be best if she could get out of this with him alive. Then she could formulate another plan to obtain him at a later date.

But that's then, and currently, she's in the now.

From her previous observation of the room, she noticed directly to her left was a miniature table holding a potted plant. She could shift into a smaller figure and slip-free from her cuffs, and launch the pot towards the boy's face. If she's fast enough, Hill won't be about to protect him as she would undoubtedly try to, and then escaping would be simple.

That was her plan. But as she soon noticed, after a brief mental flex. Her body wasn't transforming.

She tried again—this time clenching her fists and physically forcing herself to shapeshift.

Nothing.

After another attempt, she breathed out a sigh and stopped. She must've looked like she did back when she had just learned how to activate her mutant gene.

"You're stuck in power dampening cuffs."

Mystique blinked. Arching her neck back as far as she could manage, she took note of a faint green light that flashed on her cuffs.

"You have power dampening cuffs? And you haven't cuffed him... Why?

Maria crossed her arms. "Like I said I-"

Mystique sighed. "Nevermind, I have my answer." She leaned back in her seat. "Shit..."

Without giving it much thought, she parted her legs even more and made a subtle effort to shift her crotch forward.

The wooden chair wasn't too sturdy; breaking it was always an option since she couldn't rely on her ability to slip out. But what was the point? Even if she broke the flimsy seat, her options would be too limited to allow for a proper escape.

Maria suddenly stood up; the sound of her feet pressing against the hardwood floor drew Mystique's attention. The agent approached her and bent behind the chair.

"I'm letting you out," Hill said before Mystique could even pose the question.

Her gaze towards the kneeling agent switched to the boy. He sat on the couch in silence and watched with a look of anticipation on his face. "Why?" She responded with a voice filled with hesitance.

"Because I..." Maria's hands fumbled with Mystique's cuffs before she paused. The bronzed-skinned woman frowned. She looked at her hands with a look of confusion. "I..." She blinked and resumed speaking. "I don't discuss with criminals."

A click followed by a small hiss groaned out of the cuffs. They clattered to the ground, following Mystique's arms being freed.

Despite that, she felt just as trapped.

Especially with the way the boy was looking at her, or more specifically, her body.

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I decided to go for a different approach when writing my fanfic stories. I will try to make them shorter, and thus easier and quicker to wright. Along with less overall editing. If ya'll don't like it, I can go back to doing longer chapters in a larger stretch of wait time between them. But I think this might be better. I am only doing this for my facfic stories, the original ones will still be in Patreon and have more editing.

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