Sexy, Sexy Nanites

Janet's kiss was long, warm, and deep. Sue lay, unsure how to respond, and as Jan pulled back, her teeth caught Sue's lower lip and pulled it upward. Applying just enough pressure to make Sue gasp in pain. That made Jan release her friend's lip and laugh.

The syringe emerged from the couch cushions. A little pin-prick in Sue Storm's lower back. She never even noticed, distracted by Jan's little love-bite.

Earlier

The original Ultron hardware had long been decommissioned, placed into storage among various other pieces of expensive but outdated equipment from Hank Pym's various labs. The Wasp pulled it out. She frowned at the ugly face of the thing. This wasn't the full synthetic intelligence that Hank Pym had created. Just the basis of it. The prototype. Something that could follow directions, dissect a problem, learn, and execute a solution.

Took a deep breath.

Hit the power stud.

Soft, dulcet tones came from the Ultron device as it booted up. Hank once told her that Steve Jobs had stolen the idea from him, and she wasn't sure whether that was true or not.

The optical sensors on the Ultron unit adjusted, focused on Jan.

<< Ultron online. Good morning, Mrs. Pym. >>

Janet kept her face neutral. She hadn't been "Mrs. Pym" for years, but this unit didn't know that. She held up a DNA sample she had discreetly taken during her meeting with Porkum.

"I need you to design a nanite infection for Sue Storm. She's under some kind of biological influence from a mutant associated with this DNA sample. I need the nanites to transfer that biological influence from him to me."

The Ultron device's optical sensors blinked rapidly.

<< Processing. Additional hardware required... >>

The nano-fabricator was a basic model, designed for medical nanite applications. No internet connection. Limited feedstocks. Little more than a 3D printer at a very small scale. The bio-medical analyzer was, technically, a piece of Reed Richard's technology that Hank had borrowed and never returned.

She hooked them together, following Ultron's instructions.

On the couch, a silvery threading began beneath Sue Storm's skin along her lower back. Spreading up her spine and into her brain. Tracing neurological pathways that involved lust, love, affection. Shifting receptors. Intercepting and altering cells.

Janet van Dyne couldn't see the progress they made. Yet she saw Sue Storm's pupils dilate, her face flush, nipples suddenly hard. She felt the Invisible Woman no longer lay there like a limp fish, but grab her face and pull her down for another, more passionate kiss, the blonde's legs wrapping around her.

In the basement, the Ultron unit waited patiently.