School and a lunch date

I found myself daydreaming during my train ride to school. I was half-following a news report playing through my omni-tool, detailing the on-going peace talks at the Galactic Citadel.

The SHIELD Alliance's first contact with alien civilization other than naturalized Earth citizens - the exo-carapaced sentients known as Turians - had been a brutal and deadly misunderstanding, leading to the siege and starvation of many human colonists on Shanxi before the Citadel stepped in to avert further conflict.

The Justice League and the Avengers superhero teams had both reluctantly taken a back seat, since their involvement in Galactic Affairs was limited by the Sakovia Accords. The frustration about this in interviews was palpable.

I'd bet one of the Kryptonians could have averted the conflict practically on their own, with minimal loss of life, but government red tape loved getting in the way.

Despite this tragic backdrop, my mind kept conjuring increasingly kinky images of having private little peace-talks with the Asari councilwoman, Tevos.

Vivid thoughts of the blue-skinned alien submissively milking my human cock with her thick white-patterned lips while I played with her prodigious chest, of making the woman my personal little fucktoy, her blue chest bouncing hypnotically as she gasped in mindless pleasure while riding me.

It was undeniably exciting, sending a rush through my body, but also a little disturbing. I knew from net forums that it wasn't an unusual opinion from people who'd just learned of the exceedingly attractive and universally feminine Asari, but it was a new fantasy to me.

Perhaps my sex drive had gotten a bit of a boost yesterday, too.

Besides that, I was noticing something else new. I was picking up power-auras more frequently than I usually would, at least a weak beacon pinging against my senses every few minutes.

Focusing on it to try to make my erection calm down before my stop, I began to suspect that my range had expanded significantly.

The train passed by Avengers Tower, the old Stark Industries building, and even though it was half a mile away a trio of auras inside hit my senses with enough **** to make me physically flinch.

Hot damn. So that was what S-grades felt like, huh?

***

I spent my lectures bored out of my mind, but trying to stay focused anyway. Why had I chosen to go for a MA in Business Management, exactly? It had seemed to make sense at the time, but with the myriad other things I could be doing, I was vaguely considering changing majors or dropping out all together.

Considering my power, how my understanding of it had changed, I'd probably do well applying to the SHIELD Alliance navy branch, Xavier's School or one of the other programs for young meta-humans.

At twenty, I was slightly older than the usual, but still within the recruitment base. With the events of yesterday in the back of my mind, I had this yearning to explore the depths and facets of my ability.

D-grade, my ass.

The entire testing process was heavily dependent on participant cooperation to begin with, and even when they were fully trying to comply - like I had been, as a teenager - it seemed the results were less than accurate.

I was about ready to skip my afternoon lectures by the time my omni tool chirped as I was heading out to lunch, bringing up a transparent orange call notification.

My eyebrows raised involuntarily, since I'd expected to have to follow up on this myself.

"Hello Jessica," I answered, slowing my walk down the steps of the International Affairs building. "What's up?"

"Hey kid. We need to have a talk about what went down yesterday." The superpowered PI had a serious tone to her voice, "Lot of stuff I need to get cleared up. You got time to drop by my place?"

Well, that made me nervous. But better to deal with it than let it wait... My stomach grumbled. Right. Lunch.

"Yeah, sure. You got a decent take-out place nearby? I could be there in half an hour, but I need to grab something to eat." Her address had been included in the details she gave me yesterday. Hell's Kitchen.

"That's - Yeah, not a bad idea, actually. Good Chinese place on the corner, I'll pick something up." The distinctive pause told me that my voice retained at least some of it's effectiveness over the phone. I hadn't expected that. I wonder if a recording would...

"Great, see you soon."

Well, I was planning to skip out on the afternoon anyway. Why not do something productive with it?

I turned my steps towards the Cathedral Parkway station, wondering exactly what I was getting myself into.

Somehow though, I felt confident I could handle it.