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Chapter List
- 1-Issue #0: Waking up
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Hey, everyone, this is a bit of a side project to let off some steam from other writing projects! It's sort of a general mashup of content between the movies, cartoons, and comics. More story-and smut- will be incoming. Sorry for a distinct lack of canons in this first chapter. Enjoy!

The last thing I remembered was being doped up and put under. Then... a lot of cold.
I woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heartbeat monitor. My body ached, and I felt like I weighed a ton. I slowly opened my eyes. Ow, bad idea. The light of where ever I was stung them, and I took my time to survey the surroundings. I could smell antiseptic and recycled air. Hospital, most likely. The sound of boots entering my peripheral confirmed that this was probably still a military setting as well.
I tried opening my eyes again. Better this time. My vision was at least blurry, and not stinging. There were two figures there, one much taller than the other. The taller one spoke, with a masculine, deep tone. “Corporal Rachel Bell-Sinclair? I'm General Nick Fury. You're stateside, at a Los Angeles Hospital.”
I grunted, and bit back any snark I formed. “Pleasure to meet you, General, sir. I'm not really mobile at the moment.”
“That's the cryogenic thawing at work,” said the other voice. This one was feminine, with a hint of a British accent. “Corporal Bell-Sinclair, you've been placed in cryogenic stasis the past few years.”
“How many years? And don't call me by my married name. It's Corporal Bell, ma'am.”
A little noise of recognition came from the smaller figure. My vision was starting to clear. She was a clear-faced woman. Pretty, with a petite frame. She had dark hair and very bright blue eyes. “Of course, Corporal. My apologies. I'm Doctor Talbot. I'm here to help you reaccomodate.”
I arched an eyebrow, then looked back to the taller man. He was tall, black, and had an eyepatch. Nick Fury was someone who supposedly ran one of those crazy spy agencies. “Sir, Doc, how long have I been on ice?”
Talbot cleared her throat. “Ah, nine years.”
“Nine years?!” I groaned. “Those doctors...they said that they'd put me on ice if something went wrong.”
Talbot walked to the edge of my bed. I looked down at myself. I was dressed in a simple medical gown, and from what I could see of my legs, cryo didn't let hair grow on your legs. After nine years, I was sure that would have been disgusting. The doctor brought a pen from the inside of her coat, and tapped my knee.
Surprisingly, I felt it. “Uh...” I was crippled below the waist. Or, at least, I had been when I went under. An IED had seen to that. “So, I take it that the Army's little projcet worked.”
Fury frowned down at me. “Yes, their Future Soldier Project. In reality, Corporal Bell, it had some unforseen procedures. The Army did the procedure on you, despite a Congressional ban on genetic engineering. When fluctuations started appearing in your biosigns, they stashed you in a cryo chamber and well, lost the paperwork.”
Talbot continued. “And, well, only recently did SHIELD find the files, and we had to get you out as soon as we could.”
“Wait, SHIELD?” I lokoed between the two of them.
“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, Logistics Division.” Talbot supplies. “Multi-national organization designed to help combat superhuman threats to Earth.”
“Wait, wait, superhuman?” I paused, and waited a beat. “Holy shit you're serious.”
“Deadly. A lot's changed. We've got superheroes now. A lot of them.”
“Superheroes? General, I hope you guys let me take some time to adjust. Seriously, the year's 2014 now. I need some time to get used to it all.”
Fury shook his head. “I'm sorry, Corporal, but we can't do that.” Fury pulled out a fat manilla folder, and laid it at my feet. “You've been brought back from the dead, reinstated, and reassigned to SHIELD. Doctor Talbot has been assigned to help you readjust, and she'll be working with you on your assignment.”
A lot was running through my head. I didn't even know what the side-effects of getting the ues of my legs back would be. What had happened in ten years? Hell, where was I going to live? I forced myself to just ask a question. “Sir, what's the assignment?”
“It's simple, Agent Bell.” Fury smiled. “Someone wants to make more of that formula, and they stole the tech from Area 51.” He looked to Talbot. “I'll leave Agent Bell in your hands, Doctor.”
He turned around and walked out, leaving me with a departing view of his leather jacket. I looked over to Talbot. “That man is...intense.”
Talbot rolled her eyes. “The Director is, well, certainly a dedicated man.”
“So, Doc, what did this whole Future Soldier do to me?”
“Do you want the actual scientific explanation, or just the layman's speak?' After I short her a glare, she answered. “Simply speaking, the Future Soldier Project was based off some work the OSS did in World War 2.”
“Wait...wait.” I held up a hand. “Are you saying they hit me up with the stuff Captain america got?”
“No, but it is based off that procedure. Sadly, the vita-rays that were crucial to the procedure were destroyed long ago. This is a bit more modernized. They did a procedure to repair the damage that was done your nervous system, regenerating your legs. The rest, however, was pure genetic modification. They gave you a serum that seems to be at least somewhat based off the original super-soldier serum, but with a leaning more towards genetic mutation. From what we can guess from blood samples, it put you at a peak level of athletic condition. Agility, speed, strength, all should be quite above the norm for a human being.”
“Fanastic, I guess.” I could start to see what she was meaning. Before the incident, I'd needed glasses. Now I could read the newspaper headlines on the table on the far wall of the hospital suite. I hadn't had that clear of vision since I was six. “Uh, so, I can walk?”
Talbot nodded soflty. “Yes, Agent Bell, I think you could try, at least.” She took a step to the side of the bed. “I'll be here to help, if you need it.”
I had a moment of worry. What if my legs weren't strong enough? I had to dispel those fears. Daddy Bell didn't raise a coward. I slowly pulled my legs up. I felt my knees wonderfully ache, the second sensation from them in minutes after agonizing months of uselessness.
I slowly, surely, moved my legs down, letting them hang off the side of the bed for a minute. I grinned. “Wow. After...months of a wheelchair, well, this is something.”
Talbot offered a smile. “You're doing fantastic, Agent Bell.”
I felt a little urge of excitement, and in a moment of eagerness, I hopped up off the bed and found myself standing on two feet. I noticed that I was a few inches taller than Talbot. “How tall are you, Doc?” I asked.
“Five eight.”
“I think I grew a few inches in my sleep.”
Talbot frowned. “I hadn't noticed. But it's possible that the treatments might have increased your height, as well as your general muscle mass.”
I checked out my arms. They were athletic, toned, which certainly didn't look like they'd spent a decade on ice. “Well, all right...Hey, I want to get out of here. Is it possible I could get some clothes?”
Talbot nodded. “Director Fury was betting on that. There's some sweats and a t-shirt in the bathroom. We can have clothes brought for you once we get to your hotel.”
“Works for me.” I turned to the bathroom, and closed the door behind me.
I looked back into the mirror, and saw myself. My dark red hair was still cut in a short, military fashion. My figure, even under the gown, looked better. More sleak, athletic. I felt like I could run a mile in this new me.
I quickly pulled off the gown, and looked over-wait, what the fuck was that?
I may have screamed. A lot. Loudly.
I've got Daddy Bell's Irish temper. I don't have his control, though. “THE FUCK IS THIS?” I said, gesturing down. I'd stormed out of the bathroom, confronting Talbot with my discovery.
“That may have been the reason you were frozen, Agent Bell...It might have messed with your X chro-”
“WELL, YA THINK?” I looked down at what I was referring to.
I've seen my share of dicks in my life. The military is just the place where this sort of thing happens. I'm primarily interested in women, but it's not like I was only interested in the fairer sex. But what was hanging between my legs were not the original parts that the manufacturer gave when I was born.
Talbot cleared her throat. “Agent Bell, if you could please calm down...”
“Calm down? I've got a freaking...this is not supposed to be there!”
Talbot kept her eyes up on my face. I have to give her that. She was a doctor, I supposed, and a professional at that. “Indeed. That may have been part of the reason that you were, ah, put on ice.”
“Because the formula screwed me up and gave me a penis.” I said.
“Yea...” Talbot sighed. “I want to run a full checkup on you once we get to Area 51, honestly. We have no idea what really changed in you. The Army, well, they really botched the job. They were more interested in just trying to make a super-soldier, and once thigns went wrong,..”
“They just put me on ice rather than fix the problem.”
“I would hardly call you a problem...” Talbot offered me a little smile. “How about you get dressed, and I'll take you over to the hotel we've got booked.”
I turned around, and sighed. I went back into the bathroom and pulled on the sweats and tee. The latter had 'SHIELD' printed in white text. I pulled on some slippers next, and walked out. “Yea, I'm getting new clothes after this.” I said to Talbot.
Talbot arched an eyebrow at me. “Very well, Agent Bell. Let's go out to the car.”
I followed Talbot out of the room, and down to the elevator. “Cleared out the floor?” I asked, looking around the hospital. Not a nurse or Doc in sight.
“Standard security procedure.” She remarked as we took the elevator down to the ground.
We headed out into the sunny LA street, where a government car was waiting.
“Mind if I drive, Agent?” Talbot asked. “I want to give you some time to adjust after the thawing,”
“Fine by me,” I shrugged. I opened the door to the passenger's side, and found a folder waiting in the seat. “Aw, shucks, manilla folders. I almost missed them.” I grabbed the folder as I sat down. “What's here?”
“Your assignment, Agent.” She said.
I opened the folder. “Let's see...” I blanched. “You guys kept what they did to me.”
“SHIELD has a habit of keeping everything, Agent. It was locked up in Area 51, but apparently...”
“Someone broke in. Only question is who.” I slumped back in my seat. “How workable is it?”
“It looks like they rushed the formula for your tests. It was incomplete, at least what the teams found.”
“So they've got a half-working super-soldier gene treatment.” I sighed. “Okay, fantastic. Well, maybe we should track down who might be able to work on the project. Realistically, who could bring it back to where it was when it got dumped on me?”
Talbot arched an eyebrow as an aside at me. “Realistically? I can have a list brought up. But actual gene treatments are a specific field, so I would imagine the list is rather small.”
“Wonderful.” I sighed, and I sunk back into the chair. “I don't suppose you guys have a way for me to get back up to speed on current events. What's changed in the decade I was on ice?”
Talbot considered a moment. “Well, a lot, really. We've got phones now that have amazing computing power, and the average person uses it to look at pictures of cats and tell other people mindless information on social media sites. Superheroes have started popping up like it's no one's business. Tony Stark's running around in a mechanical battle suit, we found Captain America in an actual block of ice, we've had visits from actual aliens...oh, and the mutant birth rate has been on an exponential growth model for about the last decade.”
I sighed. “Well, how'd the Middle East turn out?” I asked.
“Still a big mess.” Talbot shrugged. “Geopolitically, you would think superheroes might change something. But it turns out that might have just been wishful thinking.”
“Ain't you a bit of sunshine, doc?” I asked. “So, do I just call you Talbot, or do you have a first name?”
“It's Elizabeth.”
I turned to Talbot and smiled. “Elizabeth. I like that. So, Tony Stark is a superhero now?”
“A lot has changed with that man...”
We got to the hotel, a fairly nice place. SHIELD had gotten us a penthouse suite, which honestly was more than I ever could have hoped for. I stalked into one of the bedrooms and claimed it. Elizabeth had placed apparently already been staying here, as she filed into one of the other bedrooms.
“Gonna take a shower!” I called out to Elizabeth, and went into the shower adjoining the room.
I was pretty sure that this bathroom cost more than the entire house I grew up in. Pristine tiles, a mirror that was as a big as a small car, and I could have probably fit a family in that shower.
I started to wash up. This started to get worrying, as I looked down between the new flesh between my legs. How did men clean this thing? I wondered about things like shaving, and why the heck it was-oh, shit.
I moaned softly, relaxing back against the tiles of the shower. My first hardon. I frowned for a moment, judging it. It wasn't half bad, if I thought so. I'd see about relieving it later. I needed to get cleaned up first.
Taking my time, I let the water soak into every muscle. I was going to need to catch up to speed fast on things. After I was done in the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. Thankfully the hardon had gone down a bit, and the towel covered my new little organ.
The bed in the suite was luxurious. I moaned softly as I sunk into the Everest of pillows on it. “Shit,” I mumbled. “I have no idea what's on TV.”
I checked the time on the clock, and saw it was only around four in the afternoon. I got up and grabbed a bathrobe from the bathroom, and nearly purred it felt so good. “Doc?” I called as I walked into the living room of the suite.
Elizabeth came out of her own room. She was dressed still in the simple blouse and slacks, and when she saw me, she smiled a little. “I made a call, you'll have some clothes delivered in a bit. But I was wondering if I could just do a quick check up on you to make sure your body is responding to activity right.”
“Sure thing, Elizabeth.” I said, and added. “Just as long as I can get a burger afterwards. I'm starving.”
She laughed at that. “Of course. I'd imagine being on ice for ten years would leave you rather hungry. I'll just go grab my things.” She walked back to her bedroom, hips swaying slightly. I found my eyes drawn to her well-shaped ass. I smirked. Nice to know yoga hadn't gone out of fashion.
I took a seat in one of the chairs in the living room, crossing my legs up on the table, waiting. Elizabeth came out of the bedroom holding a doctor's bag. “Well, let's get started. Would you, ah, mind disrobing?”
“Sure thing,” I stood and pulled the robe off. I looked down at Elizabeth, smirking. “So, where do we start?”
“Pulse, blood pressure...The usuals.” She pulled out an instrument, and listened to my heartbeat a few moments. “Interesting.” She whispered. “Tell me, Rachel, do you feel like your heart is racing?”
I shrugged. “I don't know, feels normal.”
A frown crossed her features. “Huh. Your heart is beating like you just were running or in heavy physical activity. Do me a favor and take some deep breaths.”
I did so, enduring the cool feeling ot the stethoscope. I took several breaths, and looked back over my shoulder. “So, how's it sound?”
'That,” Elizabeth smirked. “Is the healthies set of lungs I have heard. Ever. It looks like the genetic tampering really did do its work.”
“So, I'm healthy?” I chuckled, looking down at Elizabeth.
“Helathy as a horse. When we get to Area 51, there's a medical facility there. I'd like to gauge your strength and endurance there.”
“I could think of a few ways we could test that here,” I chuckled as I reached for my robe.
“I, uh, beg your pardon?” Elizabeth did her best to avoid my gaze as she put away her tools.
I had no idea where this was coming from. Brashly hitting on women was not my thing. My past experiences were discreet. But I was hungry, and not just for food. Was this what men felt like? Blood started to pump down towards my cock, and I let out a soft grunt.
“Listen, Doc, I...” Shit. I could feel myself getting hard.
Elizabeth turned, and a little bit of a blush rose to her cheeks. “Well, that is...” Her eyes were glued to the bottom of the robe, where the bulge of my cock was pushing against the fabric.
“I'm not going to lie, you're hot, Doc.” said. “And I'm running my mouth for...shit, I don't know why. I've never felt this horny before.”
I stepped forward, and I raised my hand, cupping Elizabeth's cheek in my hand, lifting her face to meet my eyes. Her bright eyes were full of confusion, her eyes dilating, as if she'd just had something shot up into her.
I leaned my head down, and whispered. “God, I want you.” My hands grabbed at her blouse, pulling her against me. Our bodies pressed to each other, her soft flesh molding against mine. Lust pounded through me, and on an impulse I didn't entirely understand, I leaned my head down and kissed Elizabeth.
The good doctor resisted at first, but when my tongue touched her lips, a shiver broke through her. Elizabeth pressed to me, wrapping her arms around my waist, her body leaning forward into mine.
She slowly grabbed the back of my robe and pulled on it, separating it. My cock sprung out as the folds of the robe were pulled away. I grunted, and pulled my lips from Elizabeth's, gasping for air. I could feel my blood coursing, heart pounding, and I wanted to doss Elizabeth over my shoulder and carry her back to my bed like a caveman.
“Doc, if I'm...” She reached a hand up, putting a finger to my lips.
“I don't know what you did to me, but we'll figure it out later. I want you to fuck me.”
God help me, she was hot as hell. I scooped her up, my hands on her ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grunted, and I smirked as I realized I was holding her with very little effort. Go super-strength me.
I backtracked to my room, nudging the door further open before I spun around, and walked to the bed. Slowly, I laid Elizabeth down on the mattress, looking down at her. “Damn, you need to get naked. Now.” I whispered, a growl in my voice.
“Help a lady out here, then,” She challenged me.
I chuckled. “Definitely.” I grabbed her shirt, and pulled it apart. Score another one for super-strength. Buttons scattered everywhere, and my eyes focussed on her chest, her lovely, moderate-sized breasts contained in a black bra. “Cute,” I smirked, and my hands worked next on her pants, pulling them down her athletic legs. “Yoga?” I asked.
“Jogging and pilates.”
“Delicious.” I found a matching pair of panties, and I yanked those down around her ankles. I moved onto the bed, shucking off the robe as I moved on top of Elizabeth. I leaned my head down, kissing her stomach softly, my tongue flicking out to run along her toned stomach.
Elizabeth's hands slipped down to my shoulders, her nails lightly pressing into my skin. “Damn, yes,” I moaned, and I buried my head between her thighs.
I spent just a moment looking at her bald pussy before I stuck my tongue out and drug it across the lips of her sex. A soft gasp came from Elizabeth, spurring me on. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, tasting the sweet cream of her sex. I lapped at her sex, drawing moans from her again and again. I pulled my tongue out, and grinned up at her. “That bra better be off when I look back up.” I growled.
“Yes, ma'am,” I saw Elizabeth roll her eyes as I lowered my head back down, out of the corner of my eye. I smirked, and my tongue flicked out again, this time circling her clit.
I chuckled, and Elizabeth's legs lifted, moving to rest on my back. She must have kicked off her panties at some point. I responded by sliding two fingers into her sex. The tight wetness clenched around my digits, and I started to pump my fingers in and out.
I worked Elizabeth slowly, my fingers sliding in and out. I lifted my head, looking up at her face again. The bra was gone, and I grinned. “You like that?” I growled.
“Yes,” She whispered. “Oh, yes...”
“You want more?” I asked, looking straight into those lovely blue eyes. “You want my cock?” It was crazy hearing the words come out of my mouth, but it was also ridiculously hot.
“Please,” Elizabeth moaned and arched off the bed as I sunk my fingers in to the knuckles. “I want it.”
I moved up Elizabeth's body, kissing it softly. I lingered on her breasts, kissing one of the lovely mounds, my tongue swiping across the rosy tip. “Devil,” Elizabeth moaned.
“Oh, you bet.” I slid myself up between her legs, my hard shaft resting against Elizabeth's pussy. I took the cock in hand, and slowly pushed my head into her.
Soft gasps broke from Elizabeth's lips, and I lifted my head to look into her eyes. She was tight, wet around me, clenching my thick cock. I slid my hands down to her hips as I asked. “You all right?”
“Perfect,” She grunted. “Just don't stop, Rachel.”
I certainly obliged. I slowly slid myself, inch by inch, into her, watching her face twist into a wonderful painting of pleasure. Her nails drug down my back, sure to leave a mark as they scratched down to my ass. I felt spurred, and I bucked my hips, sliding the last few inches down to sink my cock to the root. “Oh, yes.” I moaned. “Feels so good.”
“Hell yea,” Elizabeth purred. I started a slow, thrusting rhythm, which Elizabeth eagerly matched. With each thrust, there was the muted slap of flesh on flesh. I grunted, looking down. Right, I had balls now.
I leaned down and our lips met again. We kissed slowly, tongues duelling hungrily. Our bodies pressed to each other as our hips worked furiously against each other, my cock sliding into her wet depths.
We moved together, pounding bodies against each other, wildly. I panted, wildly, hungrily, my entire body tensing. Was this? Oh crap.
I pulled my lips away from Elizabeth. 'Shit, I'm close.”
“Pull out, please.” She whispered, looking up at me.
I nodded. Didn't want to think of what could be going on with my swimmers, if I had them. I lifted my hips, pulling my cock free with a wet pop. I took myself in hand, and with a few quick strokes, I found my release. I tossed my head back, moaning out as I felt my orgasm rip through me.
I'd had a shitty love life when I'd lost the use of my legs, and Afghanistan was no place for a woman to get a romantic entanglement going. When I came, it was glorious. The tightening of my balls, the tension and the release. Long, hot ropes of my seed shot out, landing across Elizabeth's stomach, coating the pale skin with my cum.
I don't know how long it lasted, but damn was it good. I had no idea how long it lasted, but damn did it feel good. When it was over, I looked down at Elizabeth. Her eyes had wrenched shut with pleasure, and I simply slumped down, moving to press against Elizabeth's side.
“That...was fantastic.” She moaned softly. “Rachel, this, ah....”
“That wasn't normal.” I said. “We, ah, we should probably take a look at that when we get to Nevada...”
“You're going to be one interesting test subject, Rach.” I looked over to her, stern look in my eyes. “I'll be gentle, I promise.”
“Good.” I pulled her against me. “But I have no promises whether I will be.” I grinned with the wickedest intentions, and I knew that this was going to be fun. Well, until the bullets started flying again, at least.
To be continued in Issue #1: Rachel vs. The Black Widow!
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