(***R18 Starts***)
"Unh! Nnngh! Ggh!"
On one hand, Felix ran a hand through his hair, sighing. The other hand was busy squeezing ass and fucking pussy.
To the side was Christine Everhart, lying on her stomach, drooling, and creampied. The ass Felix was currently pounding was much firmer than that of the journalists. He had been fucking both for hours now, he could tell the difference. Christine was looser and more adventurous. Louder and open to letting him know how amazing his dick was.
Maria Hill was tighter and did her absolute best to maintain her dignity. She moaned but she would bit her lips. She would cry out for his name and then beg for him to slow down just a little. Not because she didn't want it but because of the mission. Because they needed to investigate.
In between rounds, Felix let her do exactly that. When she returned, Felix was waiting, his semi-flaccid schlong hanging from his crotch almost obscenely. Christine Everhart was creampied, a string of moans and god-like worship leaving her.
"Please...shooo...goood...Stark...can't..." Christine hiccuped. "Fellliii...x...."
Maria side-glanced her and swallowed. Cum dripped from the tip of his cock and her attention went back to him. A hand on his hip, cock rising, Felix gestured her to get on the bed and bend over.
That was what the former SHIELD agent did.
That was why Felix was currently dicking her down.
"Nngh~! Unh! Oh~! Ooohhh~!" Maria Hill bit her bottom lip, muffling herself. She didn't want to get too loud.
But Felix's dick was an addiction. There was no resisting; resisting felt like breaking her mind. Resisting felt impossible. She kept trying to silence herself. She kept trying not to scream about how great his cock was. To an extend, she succeeded.
However, judging by her convulsing figure, Maria Hill was climaxing. The agent prided herself in being calm but when Felix dicked her down...
"Mmmmpppphhh~! Nghhhhhh~! Felix, Felix, Feeelliiix...!"
Her eyes rolled back, her hands holding onto the small headboard of the bed desperately. She jerked back and forth as Felix destroyed her sopping wet cunt. Juices fell onto the sheets. Heavy breaths echoed.
Felix's cock throbbed. He was almost there. Quite casually, he grabbed Maria by the back of her hand and pushed her down into the pillow. His cock slipped for a couple seconds, giving Maria time to align herself.
Going prone bone meant going for lazy, intimate sex. Maria lay down flat while Felix swooped back inside her, stretching her out and causing her to gasp.
"F-fuck…!"
The sun was rising and she felt warmth on both her complexion and her womb. Felix's husky breath appeared close to her ear as his cock pistoned in and out of her cunt. "What is this, your thirtieth orgasm?"
"S-shut up…!" Maria turned slightly to reply, gasping and moaning. Felix smirked. He was lying on top of her, hips doing their thing and guiding his cock to and fro. The sheer wetness caused squelches and drove her up further into ecstasy.
"Try to get a grip," Felix said. "The sun is rising and Christine is still asleep. Let's talk."
"F-first…" Maria huffed and puffed. "Inside. Cum inside!"
Maria's body trembled as she was fucked. Her moans grew louder, filled with desperation and pleasure. The sun continued to rise, casting a warm glow on their naked bodies, as Felix's thrusts grew more erratic. Pound her, fuck her, creampie her—
"Please, Felix," Maria pleaded, dripping with need. "Cum inside me. You have to mark me."
Felix's hesitation was palpable. Less to do with the act itself and more to do with the aftermath. Cleaning up one of his loads took a while. Just look at Christine. Forget the bed sheets, the cunt was going to need to be thoroughly cleaned. He knew the pressure rose up to the tip, there would be no turning back. But the raw hunger in her eyes and the way her pussy walls clung to him—begging for his release—made it impossible for him to resist.
"Do it! This is Stark's bed! Just cum-!"
The thought of doing it on someone else's bed appealed to his rawest instincts. Cock throbbing, he slammed into her several more times. Maria's grabbed heapfuls of the sheets.
"Yes, yes, yesssh~!" She sealed her lips into the pillow. "Cummmmppph~!"
This dick was simply too good.
With one final deep thrust, Felix succumbed to the overwhelming desire coursing through his veins. He groaned loudly as he emptied himself into Maria's waiting cunt, filling her completely with hot, thick cum.
Maria muffled into the pillow, experienced waves upon waves of pleasure. The feeling of being filled so completely by Felix washed away any lingering doubts or hesitations she had left. "Haa…haaah…"
As they lay there catching their breaths, Maria closed her eyes. Felix chuckled and did the opposite, pulling himself out of her clinging cunt and tapping his cock on her ass. He glanced at Christine and chuckled again. Maria and Christine were in the exact same position, facing down with their legs slightly spread and their cunts jammed with white goo.
(***R18 Ends***)
Opposing the bed was the bathroom and shower. Felix walked over, cleaned himself up, and came out with his blue shirt unbuttoned. Maria and Christine were still out for the count. "Phoo." A towel around his shoulder, he was very lax until he heard something at the door.
His Spidey-Sense wasn't activating though. Still, he bristled ever so slightly and waited for the door to open. What came out was…
"Dummy?"
The table robot thing Stark kept around. It wheeled itself inside and approached Felix. "Correction: Dum-E."
"Right, sorry." Felix kneeled down to Dum-E's level. "What's up?"
"I am searching for Christine Everhart. Where is she?"
Felix raised a brow. 'Its facial detection must be shit. She's right there.'
"Not here," Felix said. "Search another room."
"Understood." Dum-E turned to leave. That was when Felix saw the power button on its back. He didn't think, he just reacted. He pressed the button and turned Dum-E off. Dum-E powered down, the lights on its arms dimming to a soft glow before going completely dark.
Kneeling beside the deactivated robot, Felix carefully examined its exterior. The power button he had pressed was simple enough, but he needed to access its internal components. He found a small latch on Dum-E's side and pried it open.
'Lucky me!' Felix thought, grinning.
Amongst the wiring was a cutting-edge, high-capacity nano-lithium-ion cell. This type of battery was at the forefront of advanced energy storage technology, providing an immense amount of power in a remarkably small package.
'And compatible with what I use for the Advanced Glasses. Not the same and probably inferior but very, very compatible.'
He gently extracted the battery from its housing. It was a delicate process only possible due to his spider-powers. Once the battery was free, he inspected it closely. With the new battery in hand, Felix quickly removed the old, fried battery from his glasses and replaced it with the one he had taken from Dum-E. He held his breath as he pressed the power button on the side of his glasses.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the familiar interface flickered back to life.
SYSTEMS ONLINE. BATTERY REPLACEMENT SUCCESSFUL. WELCOME BACK, DR. FAETH.
Felix exhaled, a wave of relief washing over him. "Good to have you back, Herbie."
LIKEWISE. HOW CAN I ASSIST YOU?
"Keep monitoring the surroundings and maintain a low profile. We don't want Stark or anyone else noticing us."
UNDERSTOOD, DR. FAETH.
"Oh, but where is Stark anyway? There's no way he just…left, right?"
He peered over his shoulder, hearing a stir from Maria. His Spidey-Sense would warn him if she was awake so no need to worry there. For now, it was just a tiny, insignificant tingle.
ANTHONY STARK STAYED IN HIS GARAGE, THEN LEFT WITH EMMA FROST. ACCORDING TO THE GPS ON HIS CAR, HE IS ON HIS WAY BACK.
"Where did he go though?" Felix asked quietly.
JUDGING BY THE LOCATIONS VISITED…IT WAS AN ORDINARY DRIVE.
'An ordinary drive? Why would…'
Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. An ordinary drive? With Emma fucking Frost? The telepathic chick that could make men kill themselves?
'Stark is probably under her control now! She went for a drive because…'
"Herbie, there are no cameras here, right?"
AFFIRMATIVE.
"What about listening devices? Wiretaps?"
THERE WERE NO DEVICES OF THOSE TYPES IN THE LIVING ROOM.
"I'm talking about the garage," Felix said. "But…oh shit, you weren't there. Can they be deactivated from here?"
NO. LISTENING DEVICES ARE NOT CONNECTED.
"Alright then." Taking a deep breath, he cast a look over the powered-down Dum-E. "I think I saw an circuit loop somewhere. If I can kickstart it, it will be active again." Felix stared at his finger, closing them all except for his index finger. "My lightning powers are the only thing capable of that."
His finger neared the wires. 'Be gentle, be gentle...'
A flicker of black lightning touched the circuit loop.
Bzzt!
It worked! Dum-E was active again! Lights on and its movement returning!
DUM-E WILL REMAIN ACTIVE FOR 56 HOURS.
"Phew. Better than letting it die of randomly."
Now it was time to go to the garage and undo the wiretapping. Felix glanced at Maria and Christine one last before darting out of the room. He marched down to the living room. He found the Secondary Adamantium door which could only be opened by a hand print. Specifically, Anthony Stark's hand print.
LOADING…LOADING…DOOR OPENED.
Luckily, Herbie circumvented the technology of this era by leaps and bounds. What should have taken hours of hacking took Herbie seconds.
The garage was as impressive as ever, filled with luxury cars on one end and tech on the entrance end. Felix made his way to Stark's main workbench and computer system were located.
"Herbie, can you scan for any active listening devices or wiretaps in this area?" Felix asked.
SCANNING… ACTIVE LISTENING DEVICES DETECTED. MUST BE ACTIVATED REMOTELY.
"Herbie, pinpoint the locations of those active listening devices," Felix instructed.
TWO LISTENING DEVICES DETECTED. FIRST DEVICE LOCATED UNDER THE WORKBENCH. SECOND DEVICE LOCATED BEHIND THE TOOL RACK.
Felix moved swiftly to the workbench, crouching down to inspect the underside. Sure enough, there was a small, discreet black recording device attached to the wood. He carefully removed it, feeling a tinge of annoyance at Stark's paranoia.
"One down," he murmured, turning off the device and then pocketing it.
Next, he made his way to the tool rack. The second device was hidden behind a row of neatly organized tools. Felix reached in and plucked it out, holding it up to the light and deactivating it.
"Got the second one," he whispered. "Did my Spidey-Sense really miss this? Or…is it possible that Stark activated them after we left…during his conversation with Emma Frost."
He wanted to listen to what the recording devices said. Unfortunately…
EMMA FROST AND ANTHONY STARK ARE RETURNING IN THREE MINUTES."
"Shit. If my guess is right, then she suggested they go somewhere, only to hack his mind and take over it. That means she is going to go back for this." He whipped out the listening devices and pressed the button to listen to the recording, then fast-forwarded it twenty times.
Two minutes later, Felix asked, "Did you record all that, Herbie?"
YES.
He deleted the recordings, then put the devices back in place. Felix ran up to the stairs and slipped back in the room. The shower was being used and Maria was awake. Perfect.
"Is Christine…?" Felix gestured at the closed door of the bathroom. Maria, who had clearly taken her own shower, nodded.
"Yes, she's there. Where did you go?" Maria asked.
"To check out the place," Felix replied. "It's a big ass mansion. Don't you want to check it out?"
Maria just crossed her arms. She was wearing a fresh pair of clothes: wide-leg pants and a low-cut gray shirt. Sitting on the bed, arms crossed, she nudged at him toward the glass wall overlooking the balcony. "Check for when Stark arrives."
Felix strode over and pretended to be surprised. "He's here now."
Maria uncrossed her arms and stood up, adjusting her fresh outfit. "Good. Let's be ready."
They made their way to the living room, Felix taking the lead while Maria followed closely behind. Felix could hear the low hum of the car's engine shutting off and the distant sound of footsteps approaching.
The front door opened, and after a minute, Anthony Stark and Emma Frost appeared. Stark's usual cocky demeanor was on full display, but there was an underlying strangeness that Felix could sense. Emma, on the other hand, looked as composed and elegant as ever, her eyes scanning the room with a cool detachment.
His Spidey-Sense tingled. There was no doubt in his mind: Anthony Stark was under her control. Not completely but sufficiently enough.
"Welcome back," Maria greeted them, her tone polite but firm.
"Where's Christine?" Anthony asked. "Ha, did she leave already?"
"She's taking a shower," Maria replied. "Felix and I should get going."
"Aw, didn't I promise you a match in the boxing ring?" Stark said, smirking at Felix.
"Next time," Felix said. "I have work to tend to."
"Next time then," Stark replied, his smirk never wavering. "I'll call over a taxi and get the jet ready for your trip back to New York."
Maria smiled politely. "Thank you, Anthony. We appreciate it."
Stark got out his phone and moved elsewhere to call for the taxi. As for the lustrous Emma, her gaze lingered on Felix. He met her eyes, maintaining his composure despite the unease gnawing at him. Was she aware of their activities? Or was she simply assessing him?
"Don't be strangers," Emma said smoothly, her eyes never leaving Felix's. "Next time, perhaps we can have a more... extended visit."
"Sounds like a plan," Felix replied. "We'll be sure to make time for it."
The sound of a car horn outside broke the conversation. "Your taxi has arrived," Stark announced. "It will take you to Mojave Airport. From there, it will be a direct flight to New York where you'll have another taxi waiting."
"Thanks for the hospitality, Stark," Felix said. "We'll see you soon."
"Safe travels," Emma added.
Maria and Felix made their way to the door, the expensive car outside less of a taxi and more of a limo. Once seated, Felix tapped at his glasses.
YES, DR. FAETH. ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING NORMALLY. CONNECTION TO STARK INDUSTRIES DATABASE VERY STRONG.
The taxi pulled away from Stark's mansion. Both Maria and Felix got something big out of it.
***
"So…what did we find?" Felix asked.
They were at his place and inserted the USB into his computer. Maria was at the helm, clicking and absorbing pages of information. Little did she know that Felix was already having this information properly analyzed and that this computer was bestowed with an AI like no other. But Herbie did not respond to anyone but him. It rearranged its software and hid itself perfectly.
Maria scrolled through the downloaded files. "Lots of investment has gone into Project JARVIS," she noted. "It has existed for a decade now and its yearly cost is equivalent to a medium-sized military."
Maria pulled up the financial sheets. Felix's mind calculated everything fast. "Over twenty billion dollars for the past decade. Stark is bleeding money."
"So that's the reason for his heavy loans." Maria nodded. "Good to know. I can sell this information for a hefty price."
"Anything else other than money?"
"No," Maria said. "From what I can tell, Stark has nothing to do with the attack. We can conclusively cross him off."
"At the same time, we have a new contender."
"You mean Emma Frost?" Maria turned quiet. "I don't think so. She has no motive. Her relations with Oscorp are actually quite positive."
Felix agreed. However, he had a part to play. "The closer you are to someone, the darker the secrets. I'll try to do some digging. She's not high on the priority list but her wealth does make her a contender."
"Fair enough." Maria unplugged the USB and got up. "You did well yesterday. If I didn't know any better, I would say you are on your way to becoming a spy."
"Thank you, thank you. I do have one last question. How did Princess Ororo know about Project New Element? Who leaked it?"
"I will investigate that myself. You're coming back to Oscorp Tower next week, yes? Don't push yourself. I'll find out who told her."
"Got it."
With a nod of acknowledgment, Maria bid Felix farewell and headed towards the door. Felix saw her out. Once the door was closed, he sat down on his couch. Maria's claim didn't help to comfort his intuition and deductions.
'Is it possible Liv told SHIELD? But SHIELD would never leak that info and tell the Princess of Kenya…' Felix put an arm on his forehead. 'Unless there's a mole at SHIELD too. Or maybe…the mole at SHIELD and Oscorp are one and the same.'
Felix slipped on his glasses and activated Herbie's interface. "Hey, Herbie, are you done analyzing the Stark Industries database?"
The moment he touched New York and was given a second to issue an order, Felix had Herbie start a super in-depth analysis of Stark Industries' history. Every dirty little secret and every little project they had. The Fantastic Computer scanned every nook and cranny of the company's documents and emails.
"Affirmative, Dr. Faeth," Herbie responded, switching to audio communication. "I have completed the analysis. Would you like me to summarize my findings?"
"Stark Industries, founded by Howard Stark in 1939, has grown to become one of the largest and most influential conglomerates in the world. As of my analysis, the company's net worth stands at approximately $400 billion, with annual revenues exceeding $80 billion. They operate in various sectors, including technology, defense, aerospace, energy—"
Felix proceeded to listen to what felt like an hour of lecturing. But still, he had to listen. Once Herbie was finished, Felix sighed and asked, "Anything odd then?"
"Yes." Oh? "There appears to be financial statements that even Anthony Stark does not seem to be aware of."
"Continue, continue."
"It appears that Stark Industries is used as the unknowing financial backer of S.H.I.E.L.D. through a network of fake charities established by Howard Stark in the late 1970s, one of the agency's founding members," Herbie explained. "These charities serve as a cover for funneling funds to S.H.I.E.L.D. operations and initiatives."
"And Stark gets nothing out of this?"
"Precisely."
"Stark is definitely not the kind of guy to like being taken advantage of. At least not without him gaining benefits in exchange." Felix went into a thinking pose. "Herbie, can you provide me with an estimate of the financial impact on S.H.I.E.L.D. if Stark were to learn about their covert funding?"
Herbie responded after a moment of processing. "Analyzing... Based on the data available, the loss of funding from Stark Industries could significantly impact S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operational capabilities. With Stark's contributions through the fake charities, S.H.I.E.L.D. receives approximately 15% of its annual budget. Losing this funding would result in a shortfall of approximately $760 million per year."
Felix pushed his glasses up. "Stark might be under Emma Frost's control but judging from the way he was acting, it's not complete hypnosis. He probably does whatever the normal Anthony Stark would do. If that's the case, then it looks like Emma isn't the only one who can manipulate Stark. I can deliver a crushing blow to SHIELD without having to raise a finger. Herbie, ready the messages but don't send them. Keep this in our back-pockets. We'll wait and weaponize it when the time is right."
Confirmed Stark wasn't behind the attack? Check.
Found a crippling weakness to SHIELD? Check.
Screwed two women for several hours in a mansion that wasn't his? Check, check.
Mission accomplished.