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Spider's Web Trilogy - The Spider's Bite	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 195379 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Author's Note: don't think I forgot about Elektra and Black Cat. They'll play their role in the story soon. Just needed to add some details happening elsewhere in the world of Ultimate Marvel.
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Chapter 16: Assembling the Teams Part Four

The room was filled with both the sounds and smell of someone in the act of considerable physical activity. There were rather loud sounds of grunts and panting for each movement that was taken. She could feel her own body heat in the air around her.

'C'mon! More!' the woman thought to herself as she continued through her acts with her body.
Her entire body was coated in sweat. In fact, she could actually feel each single drop leave her naked body. If she wasn't breathing as heavily as she was doing so now, the woman believed she might've even hear the drops hit the floor beneath her. Before things had reached this point, the red head was in fact clothed in normal training clothes. A simple black jogging bra and black jogging shorts but no footwear, not even socks.
She didn't think things would progress in this manner to where the clothing became such a hindrance that she had to remove them in order to continue. Well, remove them as in literally tearing them off of her body in flash. Once free of all garments, including her underwear as well, the air she felt on her naked body chilling at first but quickly became something soothing now after how hot she had become.
'More! You can do it!' the woman thought as she felt her body respond more to what she was doing to it.
She could feel every part of her body sending a confusing mixture of signals of both pain and pleasure to her brain.
What felt like an hours of this was at best only several minutes before the woman let herself fall to the floor. She had never felt as exhausted as she felt right now. Naked on the floor with a glazed-over look in her eyes as she continued to catch her breath. She was in no hurry to move anywhere at the moment.
Her entire body was screaming from a level of ache and pain she had not known for years.
This was the price of basically giving up her status as a super-spy and becoming a regular spy that had now burned possible ally she might have in the world.
Natasha Romanov knew that there would be a cost to having her nanotechnology removed from her body via the means of her blood being filtered through a specially designed dialysis machine. She could still remember her level of physical abilities both before she had gotten her 'upgrades'. She wasn't weak by any means before that moment in her life. Her trainers made sure she was on the same level with most Olympic-class athletes. They stated such attributes were required for the program she had enlisted to.
As strong and able as she was, Natasha remembered hearing her trainers yelling to her over and over that she wasn't near the level her country needed her to be. The woman remembered a time where she got so fed up with the broken record response from the trainers that she went right up to and easily broke one of the men's jaw with one punch. She immediately asked them right after her punch that if strength was the key, then why were the men who was supposed to make her stronger were themselves made of glass.
Turns out that she had finally passed some kind of test that was made to see how what her response was in specific situations.
In truth, Natasha knew that her trainers wanted to know how strongly she held onto the beliefs of her homeland for what was going to be asked of her wasn't something as simple as being given a high-powered sniper rifle and taking out a target. They needed to see if she was capable for what they had in plan for her and others like her in the Red Room program.
After that day, after proving she had the iron will that they required of their recruits, Natasha quickly learned the perfect understanding to the phrase, 'The only easy day was yesterday.' She had thought her ballerina instructors were harsh, how they demanded perfection in her movements and were unforgiving then the slightest of errors were made. The instructors of the Red Room program were beyond merciless.
Of the thirty individuals that were accepted into the program, Natasha and three others were the only ones that actually survived to the end. Yelena Belova was the only other female that survived and yet to this day, it still burned Natasha that after all of that, after all the Russian government put them through and proved to them she was exceptional and what they were looking for that she was to be sacrificed because of the dreams of petty politicians.
Another saying she learned over time was one Natasha knew a lot of people overlooked. About how more things change, the more they stay the same. She had been with SHIELD and Nick Fury long enough to know that no matter what side she was on, every one played the espionage game in the same way. No one was looking for a kind of peace all could live with.
Either you lived under one flag or belief or you were a threat that needed constant monitoring if not elimination.
And yet, of all the people Nick Fury had under SHIELD surveillance, there was a meta-human teenager that was deemed a threat but labeled as a potential ally once he matured to a preference that wouldn't deem him a risk.
Still laying on the floor and letting her strength slowly return to her, Natasha thought back to why her focus on one particular American teenager had lessened some after the removal of her nano-tech but felt strangely the same as before at the same time as well.
Everything she now knew about Peter Parker didn't give her any real answers that she could agree with. He was a teenager that acquired abilities that most would easily use to selfish ends. For a time, Peter did but not entirely since the profit he had made for that brief stint as a masked wrestler didn't go to anything except his guardians. It wasn't until he lost his uncle did the teenager start trying to act like a hero. His heart was in the right place, anyone could see that, but his means of going about trying to help out left something to be desired.
That was one of the few connection Natasha made between Nick Fury and Peter Parker. Aside from the fact that Nick had Peter's father was asked to help him restarting the Super Soldier program, this connection was what actually worried Natasha the most.
If it wasn't her own experience that had some warning flags pop into her mind, it was the conversation she had with her fellow and former SHIELD Black Ops partner Hawkeye.
Even now, after all this time, Natasha could remember it like it was just a few hours ago if not yesterday.

-Past-

“Have you heard when the mission will be?” Natasha asked after returning from a standard surveillance op for both SHIELD and her secret employers.

She was currently inside a barracks of a military base that the SHIELD Black Ops division operated out of. They would soon relocate to the Triskelion but there was much to do before. Natasha only hoped that the showers in that building's locker rooms were slightly better than the ones she was about to use.
“Yeah. Next Thursday. 0800. The buildings we're taking on are located on Wall Street but all the intel we've got says they are definitely a front for the Chituari. Basically a means to enter into the financial sector of the world. It would be sooner but making sure we get people into position to take control of that particular area of the financial district without raising any possible alarms is somehow proving to be more complicated than expected.” Clint Barton replied while doing some light maintenance on his weapon of choice.
“An extraterrestrial race with considerably advanced technology to back up their dreams of world conquest and yet they still need a bank to wash the money they get from the sheep who buy things like their IPhones and tablets because they need to take a selfie to justify their limited existence.” Natasha said while going over to her locker and began undressing herself in order to take a much needed shower.
“Hey, they may have been more flamboyant during World War II but that was because they figured it would be something of a cakewalk in taking over the world back then.”
Clint was going to say something else but stopped when he turned to see that Natasha had finished taking off all of her gear and was basically naked in front of him. It was times like this that Clint was glad that there wasn't any segregation on this base. Or the fact that Natasha never seemed to mind that she was showing off her goods to him practically every time she came back from a mission.
“Remember, comrade, you're married.” Natasha said knowing full well the man's eyes were focused solely on her naked backside.
“And I love my wife and kids, but damn woman, you make it so hard to stay faithful. I mean, you do this every time. You don't even put on a towel before you go into the showers.”
Natasha kept her smirk from Clint's view. It was true she didn't care that her modesty wasn't seen as professional for being a Black Ops agent. But it was something of a long-term tactic on her part in regards to Clint.
'Never stop using your sex on the enemy. It will always create a moment of weakness that you can exploit.' Natasha recalled one of her instructors at the Red Room told her.
After getting the necessary items for her shower, Natasha, still naked, walked to the shower stall and began cleaning her body. The red headed woman turned on the water and let the warm liquid cover her body and give some relief to her skin and muscles. It was about a minute later that Natasha asked a question that had been in the back of her mind after she had gotten confirmation upon her return.
“So, how long before our 'official backgrounds' are completed? It shouldn't take too long to make believable stories about us.” Natasha said over the sound of the running water.
“Probably a day or two after we're finished with the Chitauri mission. If worse comes to worse and the Chitauri get exposed to the public, they can use it to makes us into heroes like they did with...heh...Ultimates.”
Natasha caught Clint's not-so-subtle opinion about the program that the two of them were going to be added to. She had her own opinion of it as well but also so how useful it could be in the long run.
“Are you still upset that you didn't get the chance to take a shot at Bruce Banner and show all those uptight generals that you don't need all that military hardware and grunts like they did?” Natasha always liked pushing Clint's button from time to time. This time was clearly no exception.
“Please. All that firepower and the only thing the military managed to do was help level some areas that they chased the green dumb-ass brute to. I'll give some credit to Captain America for taking the brute on solo but when compared to what that nerd scientist that can get bigger and his wife than can get smaller, he's the only one on that team that's worth a damn.”
Natasha did agree with Clint about the Super Soldier. There had been plenty of stories about his abilities that came from World War II and many of them were hard to know if they were fact or fantasy. Seeing the man in action gave credence to some of the stories. Which stories would only be known after seeing Captain America in some more battle situations.
“I mean, think about it. That nerd scientist just made his dumb-ass a bigger target for the Bruce to hit and he didn't even last more than 30 seconds before he needed his enormous ass saving. And there's his wife. I heard she had several PhDs and the only idea that came to her in dealing with a rampaging lunatic was to give him a Mardi Gras special. She got a nice set of tits, there's no doubt about that, but if that's all she can think about in a combat situation then she might as well take a gun and put a bullet in her own head so as to save us the trouble of having to save her skinny ass when things get hot.”
Natasha didn't ask about what Clint thought of the millionaire playboy in battle armor. Both of them agreed that even though he had some amazing tech from his Iron Man suit, they couldn't understand why someone like him would join such a government-sanctioned program with the reasons he gave. It felt like to them that Tony Stark was just bored and was looking for a different kind of excitement to pass the time.
Definitely someone they both felt shouldn't be on the battlefield or watching your back in a tight situation.
“I take it you think Thor is still just a big hippie.” Natasha asked while she applied her special brand of shampoo and cleansed her hair.
“A hippie with a big-ass hammer. There might be some use from him, like a mercenary of sorts but he also might be more trouble than he's worth.” Clint replied while putting the finishing touches on his weapon.
“There's been many who can say the same about you.” Natasha felt her lips curls into a slight smile since she had been there on several occasions where some high-level brass of the military commented on Clint being a loose cannon or a wild dog that needs putting down.
Clint let out a grunt of acknowledgment to that but also as a clear sign he didn't care what most people thought about him. “You can add yourself to that general belief too, babe, but after our 'official backgrounds' are made public, we might be able to enjoy going out to eat like regular people.”
Natasha knew what Clint was really getting at. She knew the kind of man that Clint Barton was, that he didn't mind doing what he in the Black Ops Division. He was of the mind that he was making the world a safer place for his wife and children.
Something that could be seen as admirable but something that can be useful later on in Natasha's mind. It was a dirty tactic to use someone's family against them to gain something but her spy training told her that there was no better leverage than that. Even someone like Clint Barton wouldn't hold out against the idea of his wife and kid if they were in danger. Natasha knew that Clint would do everything he could to protect them but still wouldn't last long against the threat.
“Hey, almost forgot to tell you. Nick had stopped by earlier to show the roster for the first Ultimate team. He had with him a list for possible recruits for the second and third Ultimate teams. He wanted to get your assessment of the people he would recruit later on but couldn't wait for your return.”
“I take it there are some people on that list you think are just as much of a joke like the Pyms and Stark.” Natasha asked.
“Well, I don't get why someone like Nick Fury would choose some of those idiots for a government-sanctioned super-powered team. Especially that spider clown. I mean, either there's obviously something Nick sees in him or Nick had a stroke when he put the team together. Maybe he thought it would be a good idea to have that one guy on the team that's willing to let himself die so as to save the more strategically valuable members.”
Natasha actually let out a laugh at that. She wasn't the kind of person that followed what was said on the news media wavelength because it was all spin-stories to keep the public from knowing what really went on in the world. But she had heard some stories of someone going around in a spider costume trying to act as a hero. The only thing that surprised her at the moment about that individual was the fact he hadn't gotten killed yet.
Maybe it was a matter of time but he was definitely getting into situations where it was pure luck that kept him from dying.
“By the way, I heard that before this op is a go, you've got the clearance to do that Latverian Embassy bug-and-run.”
“Really? I was under the impression that particular mission wasn't deemed worth the resources. Some penny-pincher wasn't going to authorize the tech for field usage.” Natasha had other motives for wanting to place surveillance gear within the Latverian Embassy but she had to sell the idea as a something in the interest of America or some other Western Democratic nonsense.
“Turns out that after seeing the Iron Man tech in action, especially against the Hulk, someone from Latveria is interested in it. Whether it's legal or illegal, it's definitely started a fire under their ass and they want to know for sure.”
Natasha was in the middle of soaping clean her entire body when she heard that. She was actually considering placing audio and video bugs on her own. Wouldn't be the first time she took the initiative but with it being official meant she wouldn't have to worry about the inquiries on why she gotten information without clearance from such a source as an embassy.
“I doubt I have to tell you to be careful but still, we both know there's always that mission where it's about as run-of-the-mill it could be but there is always that x-factor.” Clint said while turning back to his locker to store his bow. He heard the running water turn off just as he closed the locker door. Knowing of his Black Ops partner's habits, Clint knew he had two options at this point. Keep his attention away from the both the shower area and Natasha's locker or turn and see what the woman was never really shy about showing off.
In Clint's view, chivalry had been dead for a long time now.
Clint turned to see Natasha walking from the shower while drying her hair. Of course the light easily showed that the rest of the red head's body was still wet but the glistening light off of her. Seeing her very toned and athletic body along with a set of tits that seemingly defied gravity, again it was hard for Clint not to give in to the idea of taking her right there and now.
Somehow Natasha picked up on Clint's train of thoughts, which wasn't especially hard considering the fact she could feel his eyes on two aspects of her body. But before she could make mention of it, the woman could feel Clint's gaze get more intense on the lower aspect of her body.
“Yes, I do plan on keeping it well trimmed, Clint. Why must you Americans prefer your women to have hair on their heads only?”
“Hey, I'm a fan of both actually but I don't think I've ever met a woman that takes care of their hair, both on top and below, so meticulous as you do.”
Clint had been with numerous women in his time before he married Laura and two kids with her, their son Callum and daughter Nicole. He could say that he had been with every kind of woman there is, from those that are shy and virgin to those that were into some weird-ass fetishes. But for the bush down there, it was either there or now. None of them were nowhere near as neat and, in Clint's personal opinion, as inviting as Natasha's.
Natasha smiled rather playfully at Clint in initial response while she walked over to her locker. “We all have our hidden talents.”
Clint's last remark followed after he laughed at Natasha's response. “Wonder if that particular talent will be listed in our 'official backgrounds'. If they only knew what we really did. Huh, Natasha?”
Having served with Clint on numerous missions, Natasha had plenty of experiences with how the man acted. Such things were definitely a requirement when working alongside someone in intense battle situations. Like knowing what they were really saying despite what words they were using. How their body language speaks more than any statement they would put together at any moment.
Natasha couldn't help but get the feeling that Clint might have some kind of suspicion about her that he never had before. It didn't surprise her that Clint might not completely trust her or she had done something recently that he found out which led to this sense of distrust.
But it also worried her that if someone like Clint had suspicions, Nick Fury would easily have them if not more.
Before Natasha could make any inquires to what Clint might actually have meant by his last words, he was already out the door while saying that it was time to relieve his wife from baby-monitor duty or he would catch Hell for it like what happened last time.
The spy couldn't help but shack the feeling she was missing something and all her training told her that this kind of a miss could potentially be deadly later on.
She would definitely keep a closer eye on Clint if he did indeed have some suspicions about her. If he did then the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be to far behind and it could easily interfere with the endgame her other employers had been working towards for so long.

-Present-

The super spy had remembered long ago that her sole driving force in life was to regain what was lost when Russia had knelt to the grandiose authority of the United States of America.

But after her encountered with that teenage vigilante, Natasha could see that her goals changed. There was still that same driving force but now it was focused solely on Peter Parker. So much so that she realized that her current situation was of her own choosing.
Everything she was taught. Everything that she had experienced. All of it told her, no yelled at her to not to continue down this path she had chosen. And yet she was doing so as if it was the first real choice she had made after so many years of being in the dark.
Still laying naked on the floor with her strength halfway returned to her, Natasha managed to turn herself over and then somehow managed to sit herself upright. She couldn't honestly remember a time where it ached as much as it did now after only doing something that wasn't as physically demanding like one of her typical intelligence gathering missions. But she also couldn't remember a time before her training in the Red Room where her decisions weren't solely made with her country's reclaiming it's former glory in mind.
It was possible when they gave her the nano-tech to enhance her abilities, they also created a means to keep her under their influence. Somehow it was hard to accept that most of her actions she did while in their employ, both Nick Fury and her shadow employers, Natasha didn't have any regret in doing them.
“Always the mission. Always the country. Always the honor.” Natasha said outloud to herself. “And always giving away every part of yourself with the faint hope that you are doing something meaningful.”
Natasha looked her naked form and wondered on the realization that she had never truly question certain things until recently. In fact, her mind had been plagued with such thoughts of late that it felt like her mind was slowly losing it's grip on reality or it had finally grasp reality.
She became what the people who work within the shadows of Russia wanted her to be. She let herself be used by them in virtually every way they could think of and some ways that she knew could only come from the darkest of the human imagination. Her skin may not show any kind of scars or significant blemishes from everything she had gone through but she knew they were there without a doubt.
Including the one she could sometimes feel on her abdomen but knew no one could see it there.
She rather humorlessly chuckled at how most celebrities would literally kill for the medical science that most shadow governments had that made all plastic surgeons' work seem like applying a band-aid in comparison.
But for all the enhancements and alterations that can be done to the human body, there was still some things that can't be fixed no matter how much one desires for it.
Natasha shook her head to clear her mind of unnecessary thoughts. There would be plenty of time later to dwell on the past and possible futures. Right now, Natasha had to continue the plan despite the fact her physical abilities would be limited until her body could re-adjust to it's original condition before getting the nano-tech upgrade.
Nebo was already doing what he could to help out, gathering the necessary items she needed for her plan. A plan she knew had no room for error and had to be executed as with much laser-like precision as humanly possible.
The long and short of it for her, Natasha Romanov has stirred up a shit-storm and it wouldn't come for her. It was coming for Peter Parker and he had no idea it was even on the horizon.
With the level of will she had thought long lost after getting the nanites injected into her, Natasha forced herself to stand up regardless of the fact it felt like she was trying to lift a car on her bare shoulders. To say that her limbs felt like proverbial wet noodles might be close if they weren't hurting so much. Natasha willed herself to focus past the pain and keep her mind as clear as possible. It wasn't easy even with all the training she had undergone to keep her mental discipline but she managed it if only barely.
She then turned her head to face a series of surveillance monitors and focused on three in particular.
Natasha had 'acquired' some surveillance gear from S.H.I.E.L.D. not too long before she began making plans on her departure. One piece of equipment she actually thought was inspiring was turning a mirror into a one-way monitor. The whole surface of the mirror would actually become a camera lens and depending on the size of the mirror itself, it would be possible to get a 3D rendering of the area the mirror was located in.
The three 'shadow mirrors' showed three individuals that were of particular interest. In more ways than one considering how Natasha became aware of them.
Another thing this woman had managed to obtain before leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. was seeing what was designated 'caterpillar file' that wasn't on the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe nor any other computer server. Natasha only found it because of a rumor she had heard and in her experiences, rumors tended to be true in the world of the clandestine and Nick Fury wasn't any real exception in that case. Wasn't easy to find or even remotely easy to duplicate without raising any kind of suspicion that the file was tampered with. The ex-super spy figured it wouldn't be long before Nick either activated the files or suspect some kind of tampering. Natasha respected the fact that the man managed to use paranoia in a functional way without really succumbing to it like most people do in his position.
The first person that Natasha was watching was a teenage girl named Jeanne Foucault. Initial observations of the individual would suggest that she was an above average athletic student with several awards and trophies to back up such a claim. She had dark, practically black hair and sky blue eyes and a figure most girls of high school would kill to have as well as many boys would love to lay.
Her overall attitude seemed tomboy-ish considering the fact she was dressing herself but didn't bother to even put on the plain style panties and bra she had laid out on her bed. This fact was also reinforced by the lack of what could be considered girly items in the room. The mirror that Natasha was watching Jeanne through was located on her dresser and had a large view of the room which showed the lack of anything one would expect to see in a teenage girl's room. Even if the girl was going through some kind of goth-phase, there wasn't anything that could hint at what kind of 'likes' this girl had.
But her visual reconnaissance of the room didn't even hint at the information within Nick's file on Jeanne. She wasn't exactly a mutant but her physical abilities strongly suggested at something that got Nick's attention. The information in the file hinted that the girl might actually be a natural born super soldier once she fully matured. The only reason Natasha could understand that conclusion as well as Nick Fury was the rumor that Steve Rogers might've fathered a child before he disappeared on his last mission. Possibly more than one since Steve was on the frontlines for well over two years and his file hinted at multitudes of female comrades. There was no real doubt in Natasha's mind that Steve might've bed one or two women during the war and would more than likely never tell his fiance what he did while overseas.
But that was one possible explanation. Another which was more than likely was Logan after he was modified in the Weapon-X program. That guy was a real animal in the sack, as the saying goes to which Natasha could attest to first hand and he had been around a lot longer than Steve has even when you include his time frozen in ice. To say he didn't father any kids would be about as impossible as saying he was a man of peace and patience.
Nick's caterpillar file didn't give out too many details about Jeanne but the fact Nick was interested in her was more than enough of a confirmation in Natasha's view.
Next was someone named Kenneth Mack. He had dark skin with his black hair and brown eyes. Possibly African descent but from what Natasha gathered by his overall attitude, he seemed more like he was Hawaiian. He definitely had a physique that told everyone he kept himself in shape but his focus was on what seemed like a typical surfer's attitude. The mirror in Kenneth's room was a full length mirror that was on his closest door. From how he decorated the room, Natasha could tell he was a rather carefree individual with a solid moral core.
Her own background check showed that Kenneth got suspended from school because of a fight which was started when a fellow student was being harassed by some jocks. Kenneth stepped in and put a couple of the jock to the hospital for concussions which might've led to some criminal charges if not for the bully teenager coming to his defense. He stated that he had even went to the school's teacher and principal who had done nothing to deal with the situation but nothing was ever done and it was even hinted that the school couldn't suspend the jocks because of how much they were needed for their school's sports program.
That much was enough to keep Kenneth from being suspended since the last thing any public school of New York wants is the hint of some kind of scandal.
Like with Jeanne's file, there wasn't much in it but there was one bit of information that clearly hinted at that he was someone that gained Fury's attention. Apparently Nick had been following the genealogy of Kenneth's family line and learned that he had something other than a human being his great grandfather. It was only secret to the public at large but to the shadow elements of the governments and some lunatic conspiracy theorists, Earth had 11 other alien species and it was no surprise that from time to time one of the 11 would take a human as a mate. It was possible that such unions led to the creation of the X-Gene in mutants but the difference with Kenneth was that his DNA didn't have the X-Gene but more than enough of his great grandfather's DNA was within him and it was becoming active.
What he would be able to do once Kenneth reached maturity and his other side became active easily got Natasha's attention more so even after reading his file.
The final person that Natasha had set up surveillance on was a teenage girl with red hair and green eyes who went by the name of Madeline Barry. Cursory glance of the girl and her room via the full dress mirror located in one of the corners of her room easily told Natasha that she was either a nerd or possible wallflower. The glasses she wore hinted at it being one or the other not to mention the overall state of her room and body language suggested a girl that lacked just enough confidence in herself to be her own person. That and her file also indicated she was above average academic student. So it was still a split decision at this point.
Of all the other possible recruits in Nick Fury's caterpillar files, she was one that might actually have more political impact than the others. Charles Xavier had heard the same rumors as all other governments around the world of organizations with or without ties to their nation's government doing secret and clearly illegal experiments on mutants. As such, the mutant telepath was looking for the 'smoking gun' in order to present such a subject in front of the United Nations to help further his goal of equality among humans and mutants.
Madeline Barry was such a subject and she was completely unaware of it. Natasha wasn't sure how Nick Fury came across the information on how the girl was modified in the womb to have the X-Gene artificially grafted to her DNA. A procedure like that wasn't done in some back alley van or out of the way storage shed but it was done. With or without the mother's knowledge or consent wasn't clear but somehow Nick knew the girl was going to be a mutant even if it wasn't medical official. Whatever her abilities might be once the X-Gene activated could easily make her a high-value asset, as least in the mind of Top Cop of the World.
Natasha also figured on that Nick might turn Madeline over to Xavier for some brownie points he could later cash in with him and his X-Men. It was possible that Nick had that in mind for all of the individuals in the caterpillar files. A man like Nick Fury worked many angles even with something as simple as media coverage of S.H.I.E.L.D. and his Ultimates.
But not the Black Widow. She was going to recruit them for something she never thought she would plan for. For all her years before now, Natasha Romanov practically lived for the sole purpose to either see her country regain it's former glory and become even greater than before or to see the arrogant power of the United States of America burn into nothing but ash.
Now, and somehow she knew the reason was for her actions as of late was Peter Parker, Natasha was working a plan to bring maverick elements to save the United States from an invasion that like S.H.I.E.L.D. was years in the planning and executing. An invasion that she helped in its progress but now was trying what was easily considered a last-minute plan to either stop the invasion or repel it. Natasha knew she was banking a hell of a lot on the element of both chance and surprise.
When that thought passed through her mind, Natasha couldn't help but laugh at the overall scheme she had executed.
“Spider-Man and myself being part of a team that easily comprises of individuals who truly represent the word: Mavericks.” Natasha said outloud to herself while still watching the three teenagers and formulating a means of introducing herself to them without gaining Nick's attention.
Once she approached any of them, there was no doubt that Nick would catch wind of it and take immediate steps to either gain their allegiance first or find out who else knew of them.
That was when Natasha had a sudden inspiration on how to approach them and couldn't believe how easy and overlooked it was.
“For mavericks to join a cause, only another maverick can convince them. Guess this means I have to recruit Peter a little sooner than I expected.”
The smile that appeared on Natasha's face once she accepted her current plan of action definitely carried a hint of possible....indiscretion acts with a teenager. Acts that Natasha found herself growing more and more interested in fulfilling.

-Elsewhere in New York-

The mind is a wonderful puzzle. Once unlocked, it is a universe in itself.

That was the first lesson Karla Sofen learned while she studied for her psychology degree, the first lesson that was taught in class in college.
Karla also learned that despite whatever abilities someone's body allows them to do, run faster or see farther or being stronger, it was the mind that grants the true power to a person. Her professor at the time even showed various examples of this. He had also said that some would argue that the body responded in such a way that granted such abilities to accomplish extraordinary feats.
But he told the whole class including Karla very passionately that a body can only do what a mind tells it to do. The medical field states that a heart of an animal beats autonomously in whatever situation the person is in. If running or scared, the heart will beat faster. If relaxed or lethargic, the heart will be at a much slower pace. That said, it shouldn't be possible for a person to stop their own heart just by mentally telling it to but it can be done.
Another lesson Karla learned about the mind during her time in college was that once you had even a little bit of control over someone's mind, you held a power over them that they could never resist.
It always brought a smile to her face whenever the psychologist thought about the first time of using what she had learned in class and on her own for her own gains.
Like in any college in the world, there was always someone or several some ones who thought they were best or the elite or simply God among the other students. Most students never challenged this person or group openly and would voice how envious they were of them. Karla was never such a person. Never believing someone was completely better than another and those that did think in such ways were pitiful attempts at trying to show the world they weren't afraid when they were.
Her target: Michael DesToine. A guy who came from a wealthy family and never hesitated to prove that he was both richer and more intelligent than the average student who dared to cross his path. Physically fit athlete and best member for their Track and Field team as well as looks that most actors in Hollywood would pay ludicrous amounts of money for their plastic surgeons give them.
Overall, someone that was seen as a prime specimen of the male side of the human race.
Karla had intended to use someone else as a target but decided that Michael would be a decent test as well as getting some revenge for one of her classmates.
Karla confronted Michael after someone in her psychology class had said he destroyed his reputation with an untrue rumor about him and a female teacher that taught both students.
Michael had started this rumor for two reasons. One: because this person was a possible threat to his ranking in the academic scheme. Two: because the teacher rebuffed Michael's advances by stating she knew he was running a scam by selling test answers to the student body and he was attempting to keep this revelation from the Dean of the college.
The college would pay more attention to a possible affair between a teacher and a student rather than a possible cheating scam by one student whose family was a heavy financial backer for the college itself.
All in all, it told everyone around that this person was untouchable and that was a challenge Karla couldn't resist.
Karla used what she had learned and tore apart his outward appearance and openly displayed all of the young man's inner workings to the whole college. Karla had easily suspected that Michael was driven by fear that was stemmed from the family he came from.
It didn't take more than several minutes before the rest of the college learned that Michael was the typical social definition of a momma's boy and that he feared his father so much that his name alone seemed to freeze Michael in place.
Karla reveled in the rush of destroying a person everyone had thought moments before was a man who was in a level they all aspired to achieve. She even enjoyed this blow she had dealt Michael even more when later that day he committed suicide by hanging himself in his personal dorm room. Several students did ask her if she felt guilt over this, of what they viewed as her causing someone to kill themselves.
Her reply to such questions was a simple one. If someone believes that death is the only way out, then by all means commit the deed for there are countless people in the world at any given moment that suffer more than most and yet they continue to put on foot in front of the other despite the odds.
Karla knew that society can burn and pity someone at the snap of the fingers but it is the mind that allows those burns and words to hurt. If the mind is truly strong then it can endure even the worst blow imaginable. That was the absolute truth to the world of men.
And how easy a woman can claim that power if she so desired.
Now, in the off-the-books facility of one Norman Osborn, Karla was doing what she was contracted to do. How Norman managed to find her, someone of her specific caliber, was indeed impressive. Of course he could use the information that he had on her for some form of blackmail, how she had manipulated several of her patients into doing acts no normal person would ever consider doing.
One of the benefits of utilizing various forms of hypnosis and how rather intoxicating it is knowing your will controls another.
At times, Karla wonder if this is how a certain carpenter from ancient Christianity felt when talked to the twelve members of his inner circle.
For now, Karla's inner circle was that of six very distinct, physical only, individuals.
One such individual was now lying on the floor with an expression of pure bliss on her face. Her name is Melissa Joan Gold but the alias she was going by was “Songbird”. The other five had made mention she should call herself “Screaming Mimi” but that was before learning the other abilities that she had after her OZ serum augmentation.
Her body was definitely enhanced, and quite lovely to anyone of the male gender's eye, but her mind reflected her age greatly. Being a teenager, it was easy to push the right buttons in order to gain her trust and her will. Hell, gaining all of the six's trust was easier than boiling water which clearly told Karla why Norman had sought her out.
Then again, their first meeting easily told her what Norman Osborn wanted from her.

-Several Weeks Ago-

Karla was reading the morning paper to see if her recent experiment had proved a success. Being one of the best psychologist and therapist in the city of New York, it was no wonder the kind of people that sought her talents out. From time to time it was an actual case in where she had to use some more advanced techniques with the patient.

Unfortunately for her, there were some patients where Karla had to bite her tongue when they came to her with issues that told her how pitiful this person was. Intimacy issues when it was clear one or either lost all sexual interest in their partner. Even fears of success where Karla always wondered how in the world that became an actual fear. Such was the case now since Karla felt like this man had to be made something of an example of.
Seeing which section of the newspaper that might have the story she was seeking, Karla felt a bit of anticipation as she turned the page to where the story was. She was sure of her techniques but there was a part of her that often wondered if she would ever come across someone whose will could not be so easily controlled.
Sadly for a Mister Lee Callahan, a high-priced successful lawyer of the biggest law firm in all of New York, he was no iron willed individual.
The man had come to her because he had feared of his success in taking down business after business in class action lawsuits and similar litigation for anyone that could pay his prices. He had wondered if what he was doing was right, in that taking down all of those people and businesses was worth it.
It was the similar list of complaints with such a life with him that Karla had encountered over the years. He couldn't find anyone that would spend time with him despite having the looks of a Hollywood star hunk. Practically alienated from his family for various, and rather typical, reasons. His only friends were either a couple of colleagues from work and a secretary that he admitted to having a sordid relationship with. It was broken off since the firm had rules that were strongly against employee fraternization.
All in all, it was a typical complaint that Karla felt could be word for word in any one of those cheesy sex novels sold at the local supermarket.
To spice things up so tp speak, Karla decided to have some fun with Lee. Because of her looks as a blonde, which Karla would admit definitely made both sides of the sex to look at her walking down the street, it was easy to seduce the man. Lee was completely inexperienced in the ways of pleasure between to consenting adults. Learning the inner workings of the mind meant in learning the workings of the body to some extent as well.
Lee's inexperience was so much so that gaining his trust and will didn't even take more than 10 minutes. Once Lee achieved his release, which Karla found laughably unimpressive considering his physique, it was more than easy to implant the suggesting for Lee to prove his love to her by becoming the head of his law firm by 'any means necessary.'
It was when reading the article about how a prominent lawyer shot up a meeting of the law firm's various high ranking partners did Karla finally know what means Lee had taken to secure his role as head of the firm itself.
“Funny how people who are so highly intelligent and well-read can easily do something so incredibly stupid believing it’s the right thing to do.” Karla said to herself after reading the article which also informed her that Lee was arrested while practically screaming what he did was for love.
“Couldn't agree more with that statement myself.”
The sound of someone else being in her office without her knowing did startle Karla somewhat. But she was so more confused with the fact that there were two people and one she immediately recognized as Norman Osborn.
This being the first time having met the man personally, Karla went back to her assessment she had made of him when he first appeared in the news as one of the premier face for a company leading the bio-tech industry. His eyes definitely showed a sense of strength in them. The kind that Karla could tell that Norman wouldn't hesitate to use for any particular obstacle in his path. He was definitely well dressed for the part of a leader of a major business but only in her eyes did she see it as smoke screen for the public.
The true sign of the kind of man Norman was came from the bald headed man that was standing beside him. His overall appearance told Karla several things about him. He wasn't someone who was above doing rather shady deals. Easily screamed out the fact this person was ex-military, possible black-ops special forces. And above all, was loyal to the man in front of him.
Karla figured that most people would be intimated by the presence of such a man in a rather closed environment. For herself, Karla saw this as a challenge that she wasn't going to back down from.
“Not to sound annoyed but do you have an appointment, Mr....” Karla said while setting the newspaper down on her desk and giving her full attention to the people in front of her.
“Come now, good doctor. I may not float around the popular means of media but I'm more than sure you know who I am.” Norman replied while taking a seat that was in front of Karla's desk.
“The question still stands since I seriously doubt Norman Osborn would come to my office on just a whim.” Karla was actually finding it rather amusing since now this was starting to become a silent contest of wills.
“True. I come here in need of someone of you particular skills. I had thought of simply sending an email to you for a private meeting but I felt this required....a personal touch.” Norman said with some slight emphasis on the last of this sentence.
This told Karla that it was possible Norman knew some things about her that wasn't entirely open to the public. No surprise that with enough money spread around, it would be easy to dig up dirt on someone no matter how well they cleaned themselves and their records.
“Well, I don't do private contracts. My license and practice kinda forbids such things with very clear legal barriers. Besides, don't you already have someone that looks in on your son Harry?” Karla and just about everyone else in the community of their practice knew which person was treating who and how famous that patient was. Miles Warren was someone who skills Karla respected but figured he was just another person looking for a large check and was sponging off of Norman's son Harry just like the typical therapist in Los Angeles.
“That particular doctor has his responsibilities while he is in my employ. What I want from you is something entirely different.”
“And what could I do for you that no one else seems to be able to do? I don't believe I am your only option but I do get the feeling I am someone that fits rather perfectly into what it is you want.
Karla looked at the other man in the office and noticed his stone expression became a little harder very briefly. In a way that told her that what was going to be said next easily fell into the category of illegal dealings. Karla had to admit that there was some excitement slowly entering into her body because now this was point where whose will was stronger would be shown.
Norman took a more relaxed position in the chair, a sign that he was preparing to show his cards on the table and was confident that he had a better hand.
“I won't be so arrogant to say that I learned all the details of your life but I will say that with everything that you've learned in all your travels, you've learned something about the world at large.”
“What exactly is it that you believe I've learned?” Karla asked while focusing her eyes directly at Norman to gauge his next words.
“That for all various forms of society and leadership, there is nothing out there that can be acknowledges as true strength. Politicians lie and coerce the will of the people. Governments are created off of these lies and make it so that they can only be seen through rosary glasses. People who make themselves out to be defenders of their fellow citizen only do so for more personal schemes.”
“Like you?” Karla hoped Norman would say something like that. It was one card that she knew he had in his hand but it was also proof of what else Norman would have as well. Depending on how his next response would be.
“I could argue that I never once said to any reporter of any kind that I was something of a philanthropist. People like that use such an image to replace some kind of weakness they feel they have or openly do have. Much like Tony Stark.” Norman had to keep his expression solid despite the fact he had some resentment to the billionaire playboy. “All the intelligence as well as creating the forerunner technology for mechanized battle suits and what does he do? He keeps it all to himself when he could easily change the world with it. Remake it in his image and literally rule with an iron fist.”
Karla felt a bit disappointed when she heard that. There was actually a small hope that she might've met a man that didn't think of himself as God or could become God.
“But myself, I'm the kind of individual that looks to the future and never the past. With that in mind, you can understand something very few can, about the limits of a human being.” Norman pointed to his head with his right index finger before he continued. “You know as well as I do that the mind is capable of so much more than a typical person can utilize. But then again, maybe it's the other way around.”
Karla showed her confusion by arching one of her eyebrows. She was definitely an intelligent woman but she wouldn't openly admit she was failing to see the course of Norman's logic. Norman saw her unspoken question but he was going to elaborate his point anyways.
“The mind is capable of doing so much more but the body that houses the mind will always be severely limited. People demand that they want faster internet and devices that do things in the metaphorical 'blink of an eye' but they can't because they fail to realize they are limited and not the latest gadget to hit the store shelves.”
Karla began to see Norman's point more but there were still cards he wasn't showing yet. The blonde woman decided to show one of her cards to bluff the man into showing more. Not really a solid chance of success but she wasn't about to show she was backing down.
“I can agree with that. I've encountered more people who clearly have gifts that many would kill to have. But these people with such gifts tend to think of them as a curse and abuse them as such.” Karla decided to add a little more bait to the hook she was throwing out but opening up her rather expensive blouse just enough to see more of her very ample cleavage to both Norman and his right-hand man. Not surprising that the bald headed man actually tried to see as much as he could while trying to be subtle about it. A bit surprising that Karla noticed that Norman's gaze never wavered.
“The gifts that I have up here in my mind, I use them every time I get the chance and to their fullest. I never see them as a curse but I see it as a damn shame that I can't use them as much as I want to.” Karla said before undoing one more button and exposing just a little more of her chest to the two men.
Again, to her amazement, Norman didn't even try to sneak a peek.
“And this is where I offer the chance to use your skills to their fullest and then some.” Norman replied before reaching into the inner pocket of his business jacket and pulled out a small envelope in which he tossed it onto Karla's desk.
Karla was a bit suspicious of what this act meant. Mostly now since Norman had put all of his cards and chips in and was calling Karla to show what she had. Here she had two choices. Refuse and be under the scope of this man for possible the rest of her life since he might see her as a loose end of sorts.
Open the envelope and see what she had just agreed to do without knowing what was inside.
Of course Karla knew that Norman could throw in some bits of information that he would use to blackmail her with but somehow felt it was a tactic that he might see beneath him. He was looking for full cooperation, not forced allegiance.
It was the final test of wills between the two and Karla felt that she couldn't back down now.
If the deal was sour, Karla figured that she could at least earn some extra cash in the meantime.
Taking the envelope and opening it up, Karla showed her confusion when she saw a picture of the vigilante known as Spider-Man.
Only three possibilities came to her mind as to why she was shown this.
Norman wanted a professional's opinion as to who this person really was and not what the media spewed out. Possibly it was his own son but that was somewhat farfetched.
It was possible that Norman knew who he was and was looking to see how best to gain his cooperation. Unlikely but still a possibility.
The third was basically x-factors. All of them ranging from various different ideas with each one being less likely to be possible than the last.
Karla shot a questioning look at Norman to which the man replied with a sly smirk.
“Here's something I'm more than sure you would never expect to hear this day. I'm the one who created Spider-Man.”
“Bullshit.” Karla said without realizing at first it was something of a reflex response on her part.
“Expected response but remember, that even the greatest of discoveries often come from the result of the most unexpected of events. Alexander Fleming with penicillin. Marie Sk³odowska-Curie with radium. Tony Stark with his Iron Man tech.”
“If it's true that you created Spider-Man, it was either an accident that you can't recreate or he holds the only bit of information on how to recreate whatever it was that created him.” Karla responded while wondering if Norman was now just going off on some kind of twisted fantasy at the moment.
“Either one is the most likely solution but in truth, its actually neither. I have what it was that created him and I now have the means to either recreate him or make better versions of him. What I don't have...is the means to show those they can be more than what they are.”
What came next truly changed Karla's view of the man. She took back the thought she had that Norman was the typical man with dreams of godhood. He was a man that could actually surpass God himself.

-Present Time-

Karla was never the kind of woman that would think back on memories with any degree of sentimentality. But that particular memory was more unique than anything else she had.

Once she agreed to be in Norman's employ, Karla had never expected how much fun she would actually have in fulfilling her responsibilities. Her duties were to make it so that the people Norman would recruit and enhance with his OZ serum would basically swear their undying loyalty to him and what his grand scheme would be. On the surface, it seemed rather cartoonish to the point of it being a bad Hollywood movie that dealt with an invasion against the human race.
But in an age where people were now being born with the power to do things that no one else thought was possible, Karla definitely agreed with what Norman said. God was dead and it was time for someone else to take the throne and imposing a better will on the people of Earth.
The good doctor had made a small joke to Norman in regards to him ascending to godhood, if she was going to help create Norman's own personal horsemen of the upcoming apocalypse. It somewhat surprised her that Norman replied that he was going to need more than just four and his tone was as serious as the grave.
He said that agents for Conquest, War, Famine and Death were definitely worth having, as Norman had put it, but the times had changed and two more were needed. Agents of Strife and Fury as it were.
Karla did briefly wonder what Norman had meant by that but her questions were put to rest when Norman had presented his first two recruits. Both teenagers, one white girl and one black boy. The girl was named Tandy Bowen and the boy was named Tyrone Johnson.
After getting their 'upgrades', both of them began referring themselves as Cloak and Dagger. Whether Norman had hoped they would become what they were now or not, Karla didn't really question it since she saw no need for it. At least for the moment.
The gathered information on those two was definitely comprehensive and thorough which gave Karla some insight to the mind of one Dr. Otto Octavius.
Overall, this told much about the operation she had signed on with. If this was a take-over-the-world scheme thought up by a madman of unparalleled ego, then maybe it was one worth seeing through. It also gave a better understanding as to why these individuals were chosen to be part of Norman's personal guard.
At the moment, both Cloak and Dagger's files were on her desk along with Melissa's. Before the doctor could continue Melissa's 'conditioning', she decided to pass the time by re-reading the files on the two just in case she might've missed something that could be useful later on.
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OZ Serum subject 02 Profile: Tandy Bowen, Codenamed Dagger
Power Definition - Living Light Generation: Codename Dagger generates a form of 'living light' which is actually life force after intensive examination. She produces much more than normal humans do, but is usually conservative in the use of her powers. Overuse of her powers could possibly be fatal but at this point unconfirmed. Dagger generates and stores this life force energy automatically. Visual observation shows evidence that if she goes for more than a week or so without using her powers she will become fevered and delirious, and eventually discharge her energy involuntarily.
Primary Offensive Abilities - Light Daggers: Dagger can form 6-inch 'light daggers' which she can throw from her fingertips. Her 'daggers' may automatically form under certain conditions, such as herself or another person in danger. The maximum effective range is unknown at this point, but the daggers clearly seem to weaken with further distance. Dagger has a limited ability to control their flight and can somehow reinforce them by compelling them to seek targets. It has been shown that they can track a being either independently or through some form of thought control. Those hit by these knives have their own life force disrupted. It is also demonstrated that Dagger can then drain a portion of their life force through these light weapons; possibly enough to kill if she wishes. At this moment, this ability is not yet confirmed.
Primary Defensive Abilities - Living Light Detoxification: Dagger's energy can also 'purge' a person, removing toxins, drugs, and other malignant substances from their system. This allows Dagger to be very resistant to means of subduing by means of chemicals interactions.
Secondary Abilities - Living Light Manipulation: It is not fully confirmed but it appears that Dagger can redirect her weapons after they ricochet. Other times the daggers are dispersed if they hit a non-living thing but it possible conductive materials make the difference in this case. She can project her life force energy in a diffused manner, allowing her to illuminate dark areas as if by natural light.
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After reading the information, Karla knew how best to keep Tandy's loyalty towards Norman. She would have to work it so that Tandy would be more loyal to herself than Norman but at least it would guarantee a solid foothold to work with. Also the information about how Tandy could resist any form of drug manipulation was key since that meant once she learned if someone was messing with her in such a way, it would be nearly impossible to keep the trust intact.
In a way, the key to maintaining the trust with the teenage girl was through the teenage boy. Turning her attention to the second file, Karla had a curious thought about the odds in that both when exposed to the compound would gain abilities that were about as contrast as possible.
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OZ Serum subject 03 Profile: Tyrone Johnson, Codenamed Cloak
Power Definition - Darkforce Channeling: Cloak can channel what has been currently termed as the 'Darkforce' to create a field of darkness in his general vicinity. He is able to do so freely but using his 'cloak' as a focal point to manipulate this darkness is far more effective and efficient. It has been see that it can spread well beyond the confines of his cloak. Subjects enveloped by Cloak's darkness feel numbing cold and crippling fear, even sometimes seeing disturbing visions. Observation of overlong exposure to the darkness has the effect of inducing insanity in people. There is no currently known means of protection from this and unprotected victims trapped in Cloak's 'dark realm' are gradually drained of their life force. Much like Dagger's ability, it is presumed these subjects die unless Cloak releases them.
Primary Offensive and Defensive Abilities - Darkforce Teleportation: Cloak has the ability to 'teleport' by entering the 'Darkforce Dimension', moving a short distance within it and emerging back on Earth a great distance from his point of origin. It is possible that a span of miles on Earth can be traversed in only a few steps via shortcuts through this means. Cloak can teleport other persons or objects along with himself in this fashion too. This effort weakened him considerably depending on the mass he takes with him in each teleport jump.
Secondary Abilities - Darkforce Intangibility: Cloak is usually tangible, though he can unsolidify himself through an act of will, or by absorbing enough "shade" to saturate his form temporarily. Whether it is possible for him to reverse this ability to increase molecular density remains unseen but it remains a possibility.
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The psychologist had wondered why Norman had chosen these two since the earlier records showed that both teens were your typical rebellious teenagers that thought they knew better of the world and came from broken families. From what Karla was able to gather with her one-on-one time with them, Tandy and Tyrone had met each other since they were from the same public school after both were sent to the principal office after some 'questionable' student behavior. It wasn't until she realized the obviousness as to why Norman had chosen them.
Karla had to admit that being able to dealing out to fellow students but not get caught with the evidence showed some decent street smarts. That also meant these two knew the 'value of a buck' and decided to join Norman initially for the sake of money. It was a good start but Karla knew she would have to play her role of trustworthiness with the two as well as she could.
Then there was the latest recruit that came from somewhere else in the city. Still passed out from the intense pleasure Karla had made her experience.
Not that it wasn't fun for her as well.
Melissa Gold was picked up after basically beaten a fellow high school to the point where he might be in a coma for the rest of his life. It also quickly revealed that her father had done things that were clearly what a father should not do with his own daughter. Didn't help matters much that Melissa's mother was an alcoholic and kept turning a blind eye to the world.
Add that together and Karla wasn't at all surprised at what Melissa had did after the teenager groped her ass. A mental break like that is always inevitable. How and when it happens are the only questions and in Karla's experience, they get answered when least expected and with a lot of pain.
Looking down at Melissa as she slept on the floor, Karla felt that teenager had developed a rather healthy hatred for male gender. Healthy in that Karla could easily use it especially now considering what the teenage girl's own file said about her. Looking at the file, Karla did smile when she read the part on how Norman had managed to 'obtain' the girl after she had been left to rot in jail by both parents.
'Never even bothered to call the police back when informed their daughter was facing some rather serious charges. Then again, her father was more than likely skipping town when he heard that she was arrested. Figured she might've let something slip about what he had done to her. Typical male response if there ever was one.' Karla thought to herself before she began reading the rest of the file.
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OZ Serum subject 04 Profile: Melissa Joan Gold, Codenamed Songbird
Power Definition - Augmented Vocal Cords: Injection of the compound has altered and greatly enhanced Songbird's vocal cords. She is able to emit a high pitch scream that is sufficient to drown out the sound made by a jet engine as if a jet were to be within a few feet of said person.
Primary Offensive and Defensive Abilities - Sound Control & Manipulation: After the OZ compound enhanced her physical body, with primarily her vocal cords being the most affected, it has tested and proved that Songbird is now capable of generate powerful 'sonic blasts'. Further tests also show that Songbird is also capable of creating 'sonic force fields' and can even create solid objects created from sound including battering rams, pincers and other various objects to an extent. Similarly with Cloak, Songbird has a focal point to utilize her abilities better. An external custom harness that allows her to produce a number of effects more efficiently than she is currently able to on her own. Songbird can also generate high pitched sonic vibrations that are subtle enough to avoid her being consciously detected by others and, thereby, allowing her to influence the actions of others.
Various other enhancements as a result of exposure to the OZ compound are as follow:
Enhanced Strength: Songbird's musculature, skeletal structure, and connective tissues have drastically strengthened and augmented. As a result, she has what can be labeled as superhuman strength. Current known peak of strength is that its sufficient strength to lift about 2 tons.
Enhanced Speed: The energy output and force of her muscles enables Melissa to run and move at speeds that are beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Quite possibly on par with the standards of the super soldier Captain America
Enhanced Stamina, Durability, Agility, and Reflexes: As stated before, Songbird's muscular structure is quite possibly on par with Captain America if not more so if conditioning holds.
Flight: Currently by the means of the external harness, Songbird can create 'wings' out of pure sound energy. As such, Songbird can propel herself through the air at significant speeds. It is my belief that Songbird can possible fly at supersonic if her flight ability develops more.

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Karla had a working knowledge of in this particular field of science but found it strange that exposure to the OZ serum created three distinctly different enhancements. If this was the same compound that created Spider-Man, then didn't that mean all who were exposed to it would gain spider-like abilities? Or was the OZ serum something like an additive, like Nitrous Oxide that was used by street racers to make their cars go faster at the push of a button?

Maybe in a sense it was since Nitrous Oxide had a variety of usage with each one potentially being as dangerous as the next.
Tandy, Tyrone, and Melissa now literally had the power to be as gods, to choose who lives and dies. And in a way, so would Karla once she had completely gained their trust.
She contemplated on how best to secure the trust of the rest. Karla even thought back to how she had done so with Melissa.
It certainly had some merits that were worth repeating.

-One Hour Ago-

After a rather tiring run of tests by Dr. Octavius, Melissa was all set to return to her own quarters and catch up some sleep. As much as she dislike the fact a man was touching her, Melissa felt that the doctor was something of an exception since he only used his mechanical arms and made no moves that were....'inappropriate'.

Then again, she did make her stance clear on what she considered 'appropriate touches' when one of the staff scientists didn't listen to her when she told him not put a hand in that particular area of her body. The rest of the scientists all agreed never to do anything to her body without her permission since they valued their ability to hear as much as the next person.
That scientist's bones would heal after Melissa had screamed at him which made him crash through a nearby wall. But not his hearing would recover at all which was something Melissa found ironic on what she could take away on a moment's notice.
Like her father had done to her.
Overall, the past didn't matter as much as it did to her as before since now she had what she had always wanted: Power.
The power to finally strike back at those that would harm her. It was intoxicating, that much Melissa knew but she wasn't about to let anyone treat her as some kind of commodity. She never wanted to feel that powerless or feel that kind of fear ever again.
Even now the teenage girl contemplated the idea of taking her revenge against her father. Melissa wasn't afraid of the possibility of killing her father but what he had done to her, death might be too good for him. Maybe there was something she could take from him like what he had taken from her but what?
These thoughts did circle inside of Melissa's mind until she had reached her sleeping quarters. As beds go, this place might have been a five-star hotel compared to where she used to sleep.
Even now there were times Melissa had dreams where things that skittered or crawled on the floor would find their way to her new bed like they had before. The house she had lived in with her 'parents' wasn't in a particularly bad neighborhood but it wasn't exactly kept up to a certain cleanliness standard either.
Melissa always found it sad that she couldn't figure what was worst: laying in bed and worrying about which scum would find it's way into her bed.
She knew that such thoughts would never be a worry to her again now that she can do things no one else could do. And who knows? Maybe there was something to this Norman Osborn and his promise.
Before Melissa could contemplate more about her current situation and possible future choices, she noticed something right away when she had entered into her own quarters. There was a note on the desk that was next to her bed with her name on it. It was a simple folded piece of paper that had the message on it that said for her to meet with Dr. Sofen in her office.
Melissa had some mixed thoughts about the adult woman. There was something off about her but it wasn't something that was telling Melissa it was a bad thing. More like she wasn't the typical woman or even doctor.
That was her personal opinion about Dr. Sofen at the moment anyways.
The building that they were in was definitely the kind of off-the-books that she saw in TV shows and movies. They were still in the New York area but she never thought where they actually were a hidden compound underneath several buildings with the main entrance being a very unique club.
Melissa still remembers the answer she got from Norman Osborn when asked about using that kind of club for a front.
“No matter the kind of person they are, only a specific kind of person would even glance an eye at a place like this. People like Nick Fury and the those idiots in Washington that he supposedly works for would never come near a place like this. If they are seen even a block from such a place and photographed, the scandal angle the media will use against them is pretty much a career killer.”
Compared to the men she knew, Melissa couldn't help but feel something akin to fear when she was even in Norman's presence. He easily showed how much of a ruthless businessman he was and even more so with this whole operation. If Norman had some kind of plan about going against Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D., it was something Melissa actually had no problem with.
Maybe that was why Norman picked her to be on this particular team. Melissa hated men who either were in charge or thought they were. Norman was definitely in charge but he didn't show it or flaunt it. There was something about him that just said this was a man in charge but he was more than just a man and that set him apart from all the others Melissa had ever met until now.
The head of Osborn Industries never said the reason why he chose the others to be part of this team, not that she cared. All she knew at the moment about his was the fact he had something big planned, a 'game changer' as he put it. If that meant remaking the world so as to do away with any kind of 'man' that would do that to their own daughter, oh hell yes would Melissa be on the frontline for that.
It took a couple of minutes for Melissa to reach Dr. Sofen's office. The layout of the place with all the equipment and heavy testing to be in the center and the various other offices being on the sides. It was like the layout of a football stadium to put it simply.
Melissa didn't even get a chance to knock at Dr. Sofen's office door. Somehow the good doctor knew she was in front of the door at the very second she reached.
Once inside, Melissa took stock of the room like she had done every time she was here. There wasn't much in here. Nothing to suggest it was like anything else but just a plain office. There was of course a couch and some tables with the only window facing towards the testing area of the complex.
It wasn't homey or anything but it at least didn't feel like the kinds of offices she had been before she came here.
The guidance councilor's office who asked what was with her attitude change, becoming more hostile to her fellow students.
The nurse's office that was treating her busted hand and the boy's face she basically caved in for grabbing her ass.
The principal's office who asked her, her mother and father, what could be the cause of her change in attitude and quite possibly a suspension to expulsion as punishment for fighting.
Even the juvenile detention's office where the guy in charge was telling her that she would be placed in confinement if she assaulted another person in their facility. And then did he did have her placed in confinement after he, as Melissa felt, inappropriately touched her when escorting her back to the detention block.
Wasn't like he was permanently injured and it was possible he wouldn't be able to have kids for a good long while. She couldn't recall hearing that kind of a 'crunch' sound whenever she kicked a guy in his family jewels before.
No, this was different in many ways. Even to the feel of her skin this was different.
“Got your note. It said you wanted to see me?” Melissa said while walking up to Dr. Sofen's desk.
“I do.” Karla gave Melissa a very soft smile with the intent to disarm the every-ready battle girl. The mature woman could see the obvious signs of the teenager's attitude and already knew how to get past her defense with little effort.
Melissa wasn't sure but the whole feel of the situation was completely different. Her guard was up like it always was whenever she was near adults but Melissa wouldn't admit that she had never met an adult like Dr. Sofen. Her opinion about the good doctor still played in her mind but was also being reviewed at the same time.
“So, what's with the after-hours get-together? Usually we don't have any form of contact except during the test and trial runs.” Melissa asked, her usual tone that strongly hinted at her disapproval of most authority.
“True but think of this as an after-trials meeting. To see how well you are adjusting to your new role.” Karla kept her smile the same, disarming and yet friendly. The good doctor knew the trick with piercing a person's defense wasn't a full-on attack or some trick involving drug manipulations even those tended to be somewhat fun from time to time.
The real trick was to pierce the defenses enough so as to create a crack to sneak through. The woman had yet to meet a person that didn't have at least one or two cracks in their defenses. She might've said earlier that her situation with Norman Osborn might make him prove to be the exception but it didn't take too long to see through his defenses. His defenses were far more complicated than the typical individual Karla had ever met but the cracks were there nonetheless. All she had to do was time it carefully when the opportunity present itself.
But with Melissa, Karla could easily create the opportunity. In fact, she already had the words to use in her mind against Melissa and Karla decided to have some more fun with the teenager.
“I'm adjusting just fine. I get the fact that what was done to me is as illegal as committing treason in this country but honestly, I could not care any less than I do now.” Melissa said while crossing her arms just under her breasts.
Karla could easily see through Melissa's body language that she left out some bits of information in her spoken words. The doctor, even though it wasn't really part of her professions, was aware of that the OZ formula had enhanced Melissa more than just her obvious meta-abilities. The girl didn't have much of a bust-size before the injection and was somewhat scrawny for her size.
In short, the girl was secretly enjoying the fact she now had the body she wanted.
“And why would you care less? They say power is intoxicating because it can easily give you what you want but it can also burn you if you don't know how to use it once you have it.” Karla responded before getting up from her desk and walked around it so as to be relatively face to face with Melissa. The good doctor also made sure to put in an extra bit of sway in her hips so as to be noticed by the teenager. “But I say no one truly understands power because they can't see their own.”
Melissa heard the words and found them ringing with truth but also confusing her to a degree. The teenager had more power than at her command than most military hardware that could be purchased on the Black Market. But it seemed the mature woman was hinting at something else in Melissa's view.
Karla continued on her point, already knowing that she had found the crack in Melissa's defense and could easily make it big enough to allow her to gain Melissa's trust. “I watched some past videos of when you got your enhancements and noticed something that I'm sure you haven't noticed yourself.”
Melissa didn't feel too uncomfortable with the adult woman getting as close as she did. If she were of the male gender then Melissa would have used her powers to blast the person through the wall for violating her personal space.
Then again, Melissa might've done so if her powers were mostly sonic and her voice was the means to deploy it. The only reason why the teenager didn't was when the adult woman moved in quickly, placed her left hand lightly on her chin so as to bring Melissa's face closer and kiss her full on her own lips. Melissa was afraid her sonic blast might backfire since there was no immediate opening for her own mouth.
Karla didn't have to see the surprised expression on Melissa's face when she kissed the teenager. She easily knew what it could look like and how it was a sign she got passed the first set of Melissa's defenses. Karla kept the kiss from being too much, no tongue to probe the inside of the girl's mouth but enough was in the kiss to transfer a particular sensation to Melissa.
As expected, Melissa tried to break away from the first kiss but Karla quickly reached out with both of her hands to bring Melissa's face back to hers. This time, Melissa's resistance to Karla's kiss lessened some moments later and she started to return the kiss which told Karla to make her next move.
After Karla broke the kiss rather unexpectedly, she looked directly into Melissa's eyes and saw in them a hint of longing. Just what she wanted the teenager to experience.
“How did that feel?” Karla asked while lightly tracing Melissa's lips with her left index finger.
Melissa didn't reply other than with a flushed face and heavy breathing. Clearly her heart was racing and it was affecting her ability to think clearly. Exactly where Karla wanted Melissa's state of mind to be in.
“I think I know how it felt. Someone giving you what you want. When I said I saw something in those videos of you earlier and noticed something that you haven't noticed, I was talking about how you can now take what it is you want.” Karla said before giving another kiss to Melissa to which she noticed right away the girl didn't resist at all during this kiss. “And what you want, there's a part of you that believes you don't deserve.”
Melissa again heard the words and this time, the confusion wasn't there as before. The teenager never really connected with anyone, never really allowed them to get too close to her for obvious reasons. And yet this woman that Melissa knew was some kind of head shrink managed to see right through her as if she was a piece of stained glass.
Melissa was just about to let herself become an open book to the good doctor but stopped herself when the thought of being played by the woman entered into her mind. A thought that came from the idea in the darker recesses of her mind that no one would love her knowing what her father did to her. What Melissa felt that she allowed to happen.
“I should go.” Melissa managed to say before she turned to face the exit and walk, if not run, out of the room.
Karla had to keep her face in check since it was virtually child's play at this point for her plan. The girl showed she had another side to herself other than the tough, kick-ass of the male gender and trust no one ever again and was now in the process of covering it up and pushing it even deeper into her sub-consciousness.
'Now, time for the strike.' Karla thought to herself before making her final moves.
Melissa took only two steps before Karla stopped her by grabbing her hand suddenly but to Melissa's surprise, very softly as well.
“I know you have a past you would give anything to have erased. To never have the nightmares each time when you close your eyes. Or when you look in a mirror, never seeing that haunting image that you swear you can feel behind you that makes both the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your skin crawl.”
Karla walked behind Melissa and embraced her with both arms. She did so in a manner to convey what she knew Melissa would interpret as honest affections.
“I don't care why Norman Osborn chose you. But I do care about what happened to you. This world can be the most disgusting place imaginable because of what happens behind close doors in what is supposed to be family homes. Most of the time we all face such things alone and wish and pray with all our souls that someone can be there for us. To save us from a Hell we never chose but experience everyday.”
Melissa took in what Karla had said and came to the conclusion that the psychiatrist wanted her to reach. The teenager spun around while still in the woman's embrace and looked at her right in the eyes. She saw that Karla's eyes were tearing up and that the emotion behind them was one of great sadness.
“You mean...you were...”
Karla let out a slight sniffle before she replied. “When I was in high school. A biker gang kidnapped me when I was walking home and made me...they turned me into....it lasted almost a year.”
Melissa again came to the conclusion that Karla wanted her to reach. She even responded as expected when Melissa reach up and hugged the mature woman in order to comfort her.
Karla's face briefly showed the true intent of everything when she heard the teenager whispering comforting words to her. She knew a lie like this wouldn't sell unless she showed real emotions to it. The kind that people think cannot be faked as authentically as she had just done.
After about a minute of the two embracing each other, Melissa and Karla looked back at each other and shared one more kiss. This time, the kiss carried more passion in it than the first ones. The two continued the lip lock until both had to catch their respective breath. Their faces were just as flushed as they stared into each other's eyes.
Karla reached up and gently cupped the side of Melissa's face to which the girl sighed at the soft touch. All was going to plan but Melissa's demons entered into the situation one more time.
“How did you...?”
Again, child's play for Karla. Her experiences in such matters easily told her on how to come up with improvised moves on a moment's notice.
“For the longest of time, I didn't. What they did to me, what they made me do, I honestly wanted to die. I even tried until I realized something which put me on the path to my profession.”
“What was it?” Melissa asked with a hint of hope in her eye.
Karla gave the girl a reassuring smile before she replied. “The say misery loves company. When I realized it's full meaning, I dedicated myself to help those that suffered when no one else could or would help them.”
Karla noticed and gently wiped away a tear that was forming on Melissa's left eye before continuing. “To love them even though they believe no one would love them or even themselves could feel.”
“If all we feel is miserable, how can we feel the kind of love to overpower that?”
Karla closed in very gently to whisper into the girl's ear. “Trust me, they say it's better to share in strength but it’s much better to share the love.”
With that said, Karla kissed Melissa again and this time decided to use some slight tongue which definitely shocked the teenager some to the point where she stood very still. Truthfully, Melissa had never kissed another girl before let alone a woman like Karla. She never even thought about anything that might be remotely sexual and pleasant until now.
“I'm....I’m not gay, or even bi.” Melissa told Karla, the last of the girl's inhibition slowly breaking in the situation. “Hell, I still don't know if I like boys anymore.”
Karla actually tilted her head in slight disappointment which was in tune of the character she was now playing. “Why must we label such things or even adhere to the social norm? We both have experienced things that if there were actual rules to society, if there ACTUALLY is a society, none of that would have happened. They say it's a sin against God, this enjoyable feeling but I say, Fuck God. What the Hell has he ever done for any of us?”
Melissa agreed with that without any hesitation. What kind of deity would allow the things to happen to her
“You have to learn like I did to let go of what society tells you is right and wrong and just do what you feel that makes you genuinely happy. When I first saw you, you didn't seem like the kind of person once she found her strength would let the world tell you what to do anymore.”
Melissa was somewhat reeling from what was going on, everything she had felt up until now. There was a part of her that wanted to pull back from everything. That what Melissa heard, what this woman was offering to her wasn't real at all. But there was also this pull within herself to accept what Karla was offering. It was an alluring pull that she just couldn’t shake herself from. Or rather she felt as though she should let herself be freed from this pull. Like it was essential to her life.
Karla could see that Melissa was going through conflict of thoughts and ideals in her mind. A perfect time for the final push off the cliff and into her trust.
“Just let me show you that pleasure and love comes in all forms,” Karla told Melissa while moving the both of them back to her desk. Karla made it so that Melissa was now sitting on her desk and began kissing the teenager lightly on the lips before she started trailing down to her neck.
“I…I don’t...don't know about this,” Melissa replied despite both facts that she had returned the kiss before and her body was starting to react much differently. She had never felt attracted to a woman, to anyone before but her body felt so differently before this moment.
If this is what felt to be loved, to be genuinely loved, then Melissa swore to herself here and now she would never let go of the feeling.
The psychiatrist said as she very so slowly moved down Melissa’s body in order to pull her shirt up gently, “Let us a both forget the past and enjoy the world of wonder we've both been denied for so long.”
Melissa said nothing as Karla removed the teenager's upper clothing but left the girl's bra on. Melissa returned the favor by helping in removing Karla's blouse shirt but did so in about the same manner as one would when unwrapping a Christmas present.
With both women in only their bras, Melissa was the one to initiate the kiss but it was Karla that made the teenager lay back on the desk with the woman on top of her. As they kissed, Karla ran her hands through Melissa's hair slowly to take in the changes that occurred after she had been given her OZ Serum injection. Melissa's hair was originally blonde like hers but after the injection the color had changed to dark brown-almost-black while having a haze of light pink to it. In a way, Karla did find it rather cute since she saw it as a reminder that there was still some innocence to the girl.
Especially since it also meant there was one bit of innocence that Melissa's bastard of a father hadn't taken away just yet and that Karla could use.
Karla began trailing her kisses down Melissa's neck to her rather ample breasts and kissed them gently on the top before moving her bra down enough to free the teenager's very erect nipples. Karla looked up to see Melissa's face and was pleased with the reaction she was getting from her. All apprehension that girl had left was gone and she was letting herself be lost in the sensations.
Once the doctor felt her current actions were enough and that it was time to take it to the next level, she also felt it was time to have some fun herself.
Karla slowly moved down Melissa's body, trailing kisses from the girl's tits passed her rather toned stomach and then used her tongue to play with the teenager's navel a bit. This distracted Melissa long enough for Karla to move her hands to the girl's waistline area and slowly begin pulling on the lower article of clothing until Melissa’s panties were the only thing left the girl had on.
The psychiatrist already knew what Melissa's initial reaction might be to what she was doing. Any first year student schooled in psychology would know it for a fact but she knew better like how to use it to her advantage. Karla continued to play the part that would break past any resistance Melissa might throw up.
When Melissa felt Karla's hands begin to remove the last of her clothing, as much as she enjoyed everything up 'til now, Melissa felt as though it was going too far. Melissa reached with her hands and stopped Karla's actions while giving a look to the good doctor that she was more unsure of what the mature woman was doing than actually resisting.
“It's okay. I want this but only if you'll let me.” Karla made sure there was enough of a plea in her words. To make it seem to Melissa that she was hoping for her to let the woman continue.
Reluctantly, Melissa moved her hands away and let herself become completely naked. Karla gave the girl a smile in gratitude as she removed the girl's rather bland panties. The psychologist made a mental note on other possible means of keeping the teenager's cooperation. There was no doubt in Karla's opinion of the teenager that she was just as much of a typical girl at heart despite her past. That meant that Melissa wouldn't be against the idea for getting some new and more fashionable clothing.
Back to the present situation, Karla took in sight of the teenager's nether region and notice that it was very well trimmed in her opinion. Of course she kept herself smooth down there but Karla found it somewhat surprising that Melissa took care of herself in this area of her body.
“Please....don't stare.”
Karla caught the hint of disgust hidden within the tone of Melissa's embarrassment. Karla responded by going to the left inner thigh and giving it the lightest lick of her tongue. It pleased her when Melissa let out a gasp at the sensation. Karla licked the inner thigh but she started closer to the knee and slowly traced a line up to just before the area between her legs. Melissa gasped loudly that time as well as when Melissa did the same thing to her other inner thigh. Karla had to keep Melissa's legs in place since each time she did this action to either leg, Melissa's physical response was for her legs to close together.
The mature woman continued to work her sexual magic on the teenager. Melissa grabbed onto the desk she was laying on while Karla continued to pleasure her in ways the girl never dreamed of. One could easily see the death-grip she had on the aside of the desk told them how intense the pleasure was for her. But the sounds leaving her mouth was a much more clearer indication.
Karla felt that she had teased the teenager enough and it was now time to taste the essence that she could see slowly coming from Melissa's nether lips. The woman made sure that she had a decent hold on the teenager's legs before she moved forward and very lightly touched the area that had yet to enjoy the actual pleasure she was about to give to it.
Not surprising that the second her tongue touched the mositened area did Melissa let out her loudest gasp yet. Also not surprising that the meta-teenager had briefly used her powers to amplify the gasp which caused the sound to reverberate in the room.
'Hmm. Looks like I was right to keep the decibel dampeners in my ears. When she reaches her orgasm, she might actually scream loud enough for God to hear.' Karla thought to herself before she continued to taste the teenager's lust juices.
Melissa had never imagined what she was feeling to be as pleasurable as it was. Her times with her godforsaken father convinced her that she would be at best damaged goods and at worst completely defiled in which no one would ever want her should they ever learn the truth.
But this woman not only knew the truth, she also had experienced it herself. She also wanted to remind her that despite the nightmare of the past, there was still a future to look forward too. It was as if the doctor's words and action was helping to heal her in Melissa's view. To let her be something other than a victim.
That was when Melissa realized that her body, her legs were trying to close. As if to deny what the woman was doing to her. Karla stopped for a moment and gave Melissa a smile that pleased the teenager before she kissed both thighs. It seemed to show a strong sense of desire, almost predatory to Melissa but different than the look her father gave whenever he wanted this from her.
Whatever the look meant, Melissa took command of her legs and made them relax so as to allow access to her sex.
Karla smiled when she felt Melissa's legs become more fluid and less rigid. Another sign that she was being accepted by the teenager. She didn't waste the moment and moved in forward to have her tongue enter in as deep as it could go between Melissa's inner folds.
The teenager still couldn’t believe this was happening to her. What was left of her rational mind at the moment was reminding her that she had never once thought about another woman in a sexual way and even sex in any fashion because of her horrible experience. But here was this blonde beauty having been given consent by her to touch her most private area of her body.
“I…I’m still not sure…we can't...” Melissa weakly said. The last bit of Melissa's hesitation born from her subconsciousness flaring up in desperation against what was possible enjoyment for the first time.
Karla stopped for a moment when she heard that. She moved her head from where it was and moved up to Melissa's face so as to give the girl another passionate kiss to which the teenager easily accepted and returned.
“It's okay.” Karla smiled before she began rubbing Melissa’s thighs and then giving the girl's snatch a long lick. “Lets forget everything and enjoy this moment.”
Melissa jumped as the woman’s tongue touched her intimate place again. Before Karla had only licked and barely entered Melissa's sex with her tongue. This time, the woman essentially speared the girl between her nether lips. The best the teenager could describe the feeling was as if the woman's tongue sent an electric jolt to directly her pussy. It was nothing unpleasant, just startling her when compared to before. Then the woman started to dig in more, if it was possible, with her tongue into the teenager's sex. Melissa grip on the desk itself increased more along with the volume of her voice.
Couple of times Melissa bit her lip and groaned in response to Karla's tongue assault. Even when the older woman somehow managed to lock her lips with Melissa's lower lips and did what the teenager could at best describe as a kind of massage, the girl gritted her teeth and moaned loudly by it all. Her mind, even under all the haze of completely unknown but thoroughly enjoyable sensation, came to the conclusion that the doctor was eating her pussy out. Melissa never felt anything like this before and was quickly of the mind to know this pleasure on a regular basis and more if possible.
Karla didn't have to see the girl's face as she continued to eat her out. Mostly since the woman knew tricks that Melissa was currently unaware about and she wasn't even using some of the more advanced ones. Those she was going to use later on. But she did decide to increase the pleasure just a little more by reaching up with her hands and begin fondling and squeezing the girl's tits.
“Oh God...I....oh fucking Christ.” Melissa moaned out as her hips started jerk forward on their own. She even reached up and took hold of Karla's hands, as if to help the woman on how best to tease her own breasts. “Oh...my....fucking...God!”
Karla didn't expect Melissa to reach her limit so soon but then again, Karla figured that the girl had never even by her own hands experienced this kind of genuine pleasure. More so since the girl's sonic scream easily put some cracks into the walls of the office.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Melissa said while trying to catch her breath. To Karla, it sounded as though the teenager was chanting, either begging for more from the Almighty or for help in dealing with the aftermath of her body achieving it's first real orgasm.
To keep the girl up on cloud nine for a little while longer, and for her own satisfaction, Karla eagerly licked all the lust juices that came out of the girl. To her, it was the best metaphor in using the term, 'when the levees break.' Karla had tasted several other woman's essence when they achieved their climax and each one had their own distinct taste. For the teenager, it was indeed different but had a rather pleasant taste in Karla's mouth. When she finished basically licking the teenager clean, Karla decided to, as an out dated term was once used back in the 90's, pump it up.
She knew people would find it rather corny to use an old term in this day and age but what psychologist doesn't have their own little quirks. Especially since Karla knew she was about to become intimate with a meta-human teenager.
Having planned for this possibility within this current situation, and actually hoping it would reach to this point, Karla reached for something that she had kept out of sight but was under the desk itself. She couldn't help but smile as she rather quietly donned the sex toy. When she got to her feet, there was definitely a part of Karla that couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of her.
'So easy. All the power she was given but still a child. Give a child some enjoyment and you secure their loyalty.' Karla thought to herself in great amusement. 'So obvious and so overlooked.'
Melissa had stopped her chanting but was still trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe, couldn't even fathom on what had just happened to her. That she was given her first real orgasm and from a woman eating her out. The teenage girl quickly latched onto the idea that the woman’s tongue was some kind of magic.
When she finally caught enough air in her lungs, Melissa looked up and saw the naked mature woman practically standing over her with the same smile as she had on before. Her eyes slowly moved over the woman's exposed skin until it reached down to her waist and immediately Melissa noticed something that was easily out of place on a female's body. Having heard it plenty of times while both in school and in casual conversations among people in crowded public areas, it was still something of a sight to see what a strap-on dildo looked like rather up close and in person.
For some reason, Melissa felt her face become flush at the sight. Karla noticed it as well and found it rather cute considering who it was that suddenly got red in the face.
Before Melissa could say anything about what was so clearly implied, the adult woman leaned forward so both of their faces were merely an inch away from each other. Melissa quickly took notice of the close proximity of the strap-on since she could easily feel it touching her pussy but she also could tell that Karla was making sure that the sex toy was staying right where it was. The reason for this became clear to Melissa when Karla spoke.
“I want you to enjoy everything I can give to you. It will also be different this time because I won't continue unless you want me to.” Karla then gave Melissa several kisses on her lips before she continued. “But I promise you, I will give you all of myself. All of my heart....all of my love. The kind of love you truly deserve.”
There was a part of Karla that felt like she had to choke back the gag from saying such over-the-top romance phrases to Melissa. It was all lies of course but it was clear to her that the teenager bought all of it. The subtle tears that came from the teenager's eyes was proof of that.
Melissa closed her eyes and let her body relax as a sign for Karla to continue. The doctor found it a bit amusing that the teenager didn't ask her why she had such a thing with her in the first place. Karla was also not going to give the teenager the time to formulate that particular thought so began very slowly pushing the strap-on dildo into Melissa's pussy.
“Ahhhh.....” Melissa's hips jerked slightly in response to having the sex toy enter into her. Melissa would never openly admit this fact but the toy was much bigger than the one that violated her before. Her inner walls didn't have to stretch much in order to become accustomed to the shaft that penetrated her. This time around, the experience was completely different and clearly more enjoyable.
Karla watched as the teenager under her took all of the fake cock into her. So much so that Karla could feel the resistance increase just as she buried all 12 inches of it into Melissa's vagina.
'Well, that figures for dear daddy's issue. Smaller vagina might make him believe he doesn't have a small dick.' Karla thought to herself and mentally filed that idea away for later manipulations with Melissa.
Once the strap-on was inside, Karla decided to show off a very special feature of this toy. There was a small switch on the waistband of the strap-on that Karla flipped to start the fake cock inside of Melissa to start vibrating. Karla could hear the hum of the toy working before Melissa gasped loudly at the most unexpected sensation she had received yet.
Melissa looked right up at Karla with the question only being spoken by the look in her eye for her ability to speak was taken from her at the moment because of the pleasure she had never known before. Karla was also experience it herself because the strap-on was also directly stimulating her intimate area as well.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Karla said to Melissa's unspoken question. “Something we can both enjoy.”
Karla started moving her hips back and forth, enjoying the increase of the pleasurable sensation as much as Melissa did when the dildo was buried all the way inside of Melissa's pussy in that instance. The motion itself was just as enjoyable for the both of them but it was that brief 'connection' that sent a significant jolt of pleasure through the both of them.
“Ahh! Oh, God! Oh....oh.....oh God!” Melissa yelled towards the ceiling. Her power wasn't being used fully but Karla could tell Melissa was again unconsciously tapping into it.
Even more so when Karla increased the tempo of her movement. Her thrusts were slow in the beginning but eventually even she wanted to feel more of it for her own enjoyment. Karla had put her hands one Melissa's waist to help with the thrusts, to pull her back against the strap-on when she moved forward. Eventually Karla moved her hands from Melissa's waist and took ahold of the girl's tits. Wasn't easy to keep up the intensity of the thrusts but Karla managed to while also using her thumbs to play and flick the girl's nipples at the same time.
Karla continued to pound Melissa's now soaking wet pussy for about another minute before the girl reached her limit. It was fortunate in Karla's view that she was able to tell when Melissa's orgasm was going to hit her hard since just before it did, it became a little harder to move the sex toy even with the lust juices that steadily came from her.
But it surprised her on how Melissa actually reacted. Karla watched as the teenager hit her climax. Melissa's mouth hung open wide as she screwed her eyes shut at the same time. Her hands still gripped the desk as if for dear life as Melissa silently screamed through out the flood of pleasure that washed over her. Melissa's first orgasm was definitely loud, that much Karla knew but then again it was possible it might've been one of those pseudo-orgasms. The kind that one gets from self-pleasuring and if that was true, which seemed to be the case for this teenager, Karla found it a bit ironic as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
'Huh. The girl has the ability to unleash a sonic blast by merely screaming and yet, her first orgasm clearly says she's a moaner of sorts.' Karla thought to herself before looking down where they were 'connected' and noticed something else. 'And she definitely becomes a fountain down there.'
Looking back at the teenager and seeing how desperate she was at trying to catch her breath despite the fact she didn't make a noise, Karla studied the girl for a moment while she was in this state. It may have been too soon to tell but Karla knew she had at least succeeded in breaking down the walls in Melissa's mind about having sex with the same gender. Or at the very least, having sex with an older woman.
It also meant that she had created the necessary opening in securing the teenager's trust so the next part would be so easy. Karla knew that people were as simple as a book once you studied them long enough and she had studied everything about them. How their bodies and minds worked over the course of her years in studying, both in the official and unofficial capacity.
Though she knew her work was done with the teenager, the psychologist decided to have some more fun. Mostly because of the fact that working on a project with a man who could create an army of quite possibly unstoppable meta-humans as well as having delusion of grandeur himself left little time for her to indulge in some personal free-time. Karla figured that she might as well get the most she can out of this situation.
And if she wanted to and worked it right, Karla might one day decide to turn Melissa into her own personal pleasure slave.
Karla removed herself from Melissa so as to lick up the teenager's thighs that had been coated by the girl's orgasmic release. The girl's essence was definitely an enjoyable taste. Enjoyable and also kind of enticing since Karla decided she want more.
The woman began to lick her way up to Melissa's stomach and continued to do so lightly all the way up to the torso. The teenager was still in a dazed from her orgasm so she wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings until Karla’s hands started to fondle her breasts while the woman's tongue caressed the small valley between them. It was a light touch at first before Karla took hold of both of Melissa's nipple and gave them a twist at the same time. Karla only did so as to get Melissa's attention focused on her.
“That was good for a start. Now lets really have some fun.” Karla told her as she caressed Melissa’s chest and took one of the girl's colored nipples into her mouth and began to tease with her lips and tongue.
Melissa ran her hands through the woman’s long blonde hair and moaned in response to her actions. The teenager still couldn’t believe all of this was happening but quickly found herself not caring in the least since the feeling of it all was too good.
Karla gave what she felt was equal pleasure to both of the girl's nipples before she looked up and gave Melissa a hungry look. She leaned forward and kissed Melissa who eagerly returned the kiss. Melissa even return some tongue even though she did so a bit clumsily at first. Not only did Melissa feel Karla's tits pressing against her own but the strap-on, which was still strongly vibrating, was now pressing against her vagina but wasn't entering.
Melissa wanted the sex toy back inside of her almost as soon as she felt it pressing against nether lips. Karla picked up on this when Melissa's kiss stopped and the girl's lower half of her body was shifting underneath her. The woman was about to oblige the teenager but was surprised when the girl figured out how to get the strap-on back into her pussy. Surprised because the girl used her legs to wrap around Karla's waist and managed to get the sex toy back inside of her as deeply as before.
Both of them groaned once they were 'connected' at the waist again. Neither moved at the moment, simply enjoying the feel of their current position. Karla was the first to resume passionately kissing the other before she moved so as to reverse their position with Melissa the one on top. Melissa was barely aware of the sudden movement until she felt Karla's hands grab her butt cheeks rather tightly with her fingers and began moving Melissa's lower half up and down. This was enough of a hint for what Karla wanted Melissa to do.
It took some effort on her part since she had just come down from her most recent cloud nine experience but Melissa took a sitting position on top of Karla with the vibrating dildo still in her pussy. Melissa knew what she was supposed to do but this was the first time she was the one on top. Her hesitation was evident on her face even among the signs of enjoyment she was feeling from her lower half.
Karla decided to help Melissa out in what she was supposed to do in her current position by taking the teenager's hands and placing both of them on her own breasts.
“Hold on tight.” Karla said before putting her hands back on Melissa's waist. “And enjoy the ride.”
Fortunately for Karla, Melissa wasn't all that heavy in terms of body weight. But the woman had to secure her footing first so as to raise her body's lower half up just enough and to let it fall fast enough so Melissa would drop right back down onto vibrating strap-on with her own weight to help in the fall.
Melissa groaned out loudly each time she fell right back down on dildo. Melissa herself began to pant from the effort she was putting into this action but it was worth it. The vibrating strap-on was stimulating her sex but the extra effect of the girl on top of her falling down made it feel as though she too was having cock being rammed into her as well.
It didn't take long for Melissa to get the idea and to take over. Karla rather enjoyed the sight of Melissa bouncing herself up and down on the sex toy and grunting each time she fully impaled herself. The teenage girl still held tightly onto Karla's tits while she rode the strap-on. Karla was starting to groan in response to Melissa's actions since she could feel the girl's fingers digging into her breasts but didn't mind it at all. Even someone like herself enjoyed some rough sex from time to time.
From the sounds of both Melissa voicing her pleasure and sounds of the banging of the desk that they were, both were easily lost in their own enjoyment. Karla was easily enjoying herself but Melissa couldn't hold her position eventually fell right back onto Karla. The moment her face was close, Karla began furiously kissing Melissa who did her best to both return the favor as well as keeping the pace of impaling her pussy on the strap-on. Karla began to help out when she grabbed the girl's butt cheeks again to managed to increase the rate of Melissa's motions.
Melissa broke the kiss and laid her head to the right of Karla's face while loudly groaning at the increased sensation. Karla's own vision was starting to become a bit of a haze but she could've sworn she saw out of the corner of her right eye that Melissa's sound of pleasure was sending visible sound waves at the wall that the girl was facing. She ignored that and focused on the fact she was close to achieving her own climax. Karla had just enough stamina for one last move on the girl.
“Here it comes, Melissa. You...are…going…to love….this.” Karla whispered into the girl's ear but didn't care if she was heard or not.
Once she was sure of her position and had proper footing again, Karla started raising and lowering her lower half of her body in what was the woman's equivalent of 'jackhammering' a vagina. Melissa immediately responded by letting out a rather long yell, her sonic power being used against the wall that she was yelling at.
Karla was again grateful for the devices in her ear to protect them but continued her actions without hesitation. The woman felt the girl go limp on top of her as well as her own voice die down from the intensity of pleasure that her pussy was being subjected to. Whether the vibrating effect was still being felt by the girl didn't really matter since Karla could still feel it against her sex which was building up to her orgasm.
The mature woman kept it until she reached her limit and yelled out her orgasm which seemed to happen at the same time when Melissa reached her own. Again, Melissa only did a silent scream and released another wave of her lust juices came out of her. Karla took the time to catch her breath after she achieved her release but noticed something right away with the person on top of her.
Melissa was lost in a haze of pleasure because of Karla. That was easy to tell for the girl was completely passed out on top of her. It did bring a smile to Karla's face even though she knew that getting Melissa to climax hard enough to pass out from it was child's play in every sense of the term. It was also because she enjoyed the experience as well.
“There you go.” Karla caressed the sleeping girl's head gently. “I will always give myself to you. To love you.”
Karla couldn't help but quietly laugh when Melissa replied by the act of snuggling closer to her. Another lie to help cement the foundation of 'trust' Melissa now gave to Karla. Eventually the good doctor lifted the teenager off of her, removed the strap-on and laid the girl gently on the floor.
The girl's face was one of pure bliss. It wasn't hard to believe that Karla had given the girl the best night of her life. Well, when it came to sex that is. So inexperienced was Melissa that it would be easy to control her through it and Karla knew she wouldn't have to use some of the more carnal techniques unless she herself was bored at the time.
But overall, her session with Melissa, was definitely an enjoyable hour.
Back to the present, Karla Sofen knew now how much of a dangerous game she was in. Especially with someone like Norman Osborn. The information that was in the files for the individuals that he had chosen to be part of his experimentation with the OZ serum easily pointed to one thing that all of them had in common. They were as expendable as a laboratory mouse.
And should the time come when there was some sort of fail safe protocol enacted that required the destruction of all evidence of this project, Karla knew there was no doubt she would be part of the purge regardless of how well she proved to be an asset.
It wouldn't be the first time Karla had to come up with a back-up plan or two but it definitely would be the first time she had a different kind of option available to use.
Already planning out scenarios in her mind, Karla couldn't help but laugh at something she found somewhat ironic.
“Taking the OZ serum made their bodies stronger but not their minds. How powerful would I become with my mind already strong?” Karla said to herself while her mind continued to play out possible scenarios of what kind of power she would obtain when she got her augmentation.
Interesting enough, that was the same question that entered a certain individual's mind ever since he learned of the potential of his creation. The same individual who had just watched the entire encounter between a woman and a teenager from a camera that was hidden in the doctor's office.
Norman Osborn wasn't the kind of man who trusted people he had only just met or even if they proved themselves useful. The psychologist was proving to be useful but her role would only good so far. He had originally planned on terminating her employ the plan had gone far enough to proceed without her but Norman had changed his mind after hearing that sentence from the good doctor.
“Well, in a game of chess, the pawns have their usage as does the queen. Not exactly a castling move when she gets added to the group but one can never have too many pawns.”

Next Chapter: Hunter vs. Assassin

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Author's Note: Yeah, I know. The update is so late that it feels as though the story was abandoned. Obviously not true since I've posted this new chapter. Just keep in my that as much as I love to and want to write, life is as unpredictable as ever, no matter where you are in the world.
I apologize for the lateness of this chapter and hope to update the story far faster than it took to get this chapter out.
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