Four Freedoms Tower, New York City, New York
Sue Storm looked at her phone as she exited the penthouse elevator. She was puzzled by the call she had just gotten.
“Ben?” She called out, “Ben did the Patent lawyers call?”
“Oh, Yeah,” Ben stuck his head out from a hall way with Val riding on his shoulder, “You see I was in the bathroom for a minute and the phone rang, so Val answered it. Before I knew it she was speaking in Latvarian and then the call ended, when I asked she said she didn’t understand them.”
“They were speaking European so I tried speaking like Uncle D,” Val said, “They got mad and started speaking loader and angrier. What does this mean?”
Ben covered her mouth after the second straight curse word in German.
“The Hamburg office called, right. Ah Val, sweetie…” Sue put the steaks on the table, “The people who called weren’t from where Uncle D is from, and they don’t like Uncle D very much. What they shouted back to you was a bunch of very rude things in German. Please don’t say them again.”
“How bad is it?” Ben asked.
“You’ll have to make dinner,” Sue sighed, “The Patent Lawyers said if I want to smooth over the EU I better be on the Red Eye with a model tonight. Where is Franklin?”
“He is playing that VR racing game with Hot Head,” Ben waved it away, “Which do-hickey are we talking about?”
“You know I don’t want him playing those games so much, they are bad for you! Oh and keep Franklin down to no more than three hours. Its filing 749382… The fancy thing Reed made to keep the computers from catching on fire even when Johnny is around.”
“Got it!”
“Can Uncle Johnny cook dinner?” Val asked looking at the steaks Ben picked up.
“Do you want to eat them of just watch him burn them kid,” Ben said with a smirk.
“I have to pack!”
“Take the car Sue!” Ben said.
“You know I hate taking the car!” Sue called over her shoulder.
“What’s the point of having a flying car if you never take it anywhere?” Ben asked Val.
“Every princess should have one?” Val shrouged.
“Funny you two,” Sue said returning with a brief case and a suit bag.
“You do this way too often you know that,” Ben said looking at the luggage.
“Har har,” Sue said as she made her way up to the play room, “Be nice, Uncle Ben is in charge while Dad is in the Negative Zone, you hear me Uncle Johnny? And nothing over PG!”“That was Ben’s!” Johnny shouted his protest.
“Take the Car Suezy,” Ben hugged his friend and let the kid crawl over to kiss her mom, “It will automatically file the flight plan.”
“Fine,” Sue sighed then kissed her daughter, “Be good for Uncle Ben.”
Grabbing her bags she went down to the special storage vault that only she had access too, she pulled the case for what she needed and took off her cloths, she then stepped into one of Reed’s “Failed” inventions, the Perception Filter.
Out stepped Malice Hydra, flicking her green painted nails throw her short blonde hair and smiled in the mirror, her sharpened fangs gleamed. Gathering the cloths, luggage, and prototype she activated the replidroid of the wholesome Susan Richards (neah Storm) and entered in the needed information before activating it sending the second fact Sue Richards off to Germany. Malice licked her lips and then applied the trademark green lipstick and leaned in to kiss the stasis chamber holding this worlds Susan Richards. Malice knew that only the Perception Filter kept her sane or at least stable while was living Susan’s life and working to undermine everything she stood and worked for!
“Your Little Cunt hair almost blew the chance to sell Vic’s shell company’s front men some very critical parts for some very anti-social equipment! I am going to enjoy turning her into your worst enemy,” Malice said to the comatose heroine, “flame brain and kid genius are eating up all the subliminal messages in the video games Hydra custom made for them and Ben hasn’t the foggiest why he has been filled with more rage then the hulk! I even got your little cunt hairs to spit out three straight words in German that would curl your hair!”
Malice went to the storage container with the Hydra gear. First was the catsuit, slick and stretchy as treated and lubed rubber, but tougher than Vibranium adamantium nano weave, then the green boot socks, the green cargo pants, the black combat boots, the cropped Hydra combat shirt that left her catsuit clad belly showing and tossed on the long coat. With a grin she grabbed the tan H shaped load bearing harness and the pistol belt tossed them in a bag, grabbed the pair of Hydra pistols and the blaster carbine. She slung the bag over her shoulder and then pulled on her short gloves and stowed her opera gloves in the bag. She made her way down into the hidden basement to the black and green detailed motorcycle grabbing the helmet and rode off to the meeting place.
*
Angel City
Felicia was being punished for her sins.
“Did I tell you I hate dogs?” Felicia asked the moron called Specs.
“No,” Specs shook his head.
“Well you are panting like one!” Felicia snapped, “So why is Vice the major crimes investigation unit?”
“Budget cuts by the city,” Detective Darcy Walker called back, “About half of our budget comes from state grants and the other major chunk comes from federal grants.”
“And about half your costume weirdos look like they came off a porn shoot,” Felicia looked over the files again, “When can I meet with Detective Russo?”
Darcy tried to hide the stab of pain from her last partner’s name being mentioned, but Felicia did a better job hiding the smirk that pulling that detail from the file caused the pretend hooker.
“Detect Russo will be down from IA first thing in the morning,” Slugger smiled at Felicia.
“So is it Mike or Michael?” Felicia kept prodding.
“Don’t know,” Specs admitted, “We were just starting when he left, Darcy worked with him for years.”
“Michael!” Darcy clenched her teeth and the steering wheel.
*
Office of Greek Games Limited, New York City
The basement office was where the real work happened, ostensively because game coders are part vampire and shun the light… and the basement kept prying eyes from seeing Hydra’s cyberwarfare outpost. The sub-basement was the office that Malice wanted.
“Greetings my protégée!” Viper, this world’s Lady Hydra called from the chase lounge.
Malice grinned at the smell of sex in the air and looked at the young blonde in a S.H.I.E.L.D. jumpsuit licking away at Viper’s unzipped crotch. Viper ran held the young woman by the head.
“They are so much more fun once you have broken them,” Jessica cackled.
“Yes my lovely Daughter, thank you for bringing me such a wonderful prize,” Viper panted, “Oh yes, keep going dear. Malice my love, how goes your cancerous mission?”
“If it wasn’t for the Perception Filter, I would have killed the lot of those whiney asses!” Malice fumed, “I have tainted everything in that sanctum and while I pretend to be the loving mother, good wife, responsible sister, and best friend…” Malice paused to make a gaging gesture, “They are all lapping up all the mind control I am laying out for them. Grim actually clocked the hot head hard enough to cause a TBI last week, but the shit is too dumb to realize what Grim did to him!”
“AHHH!” Viper called out as her back arched and the girl’s face was splattered, “Ah, take her to be retrained as a song bird, exclusively lesbian for that one!”
Jessica took the broken blonde and led her out of the room, Malice put her things down and walked over taking a seat on the lounge.
“What are we needed for Mistress?” Malice leaded in kissing Viper, “hopefully a training and team building retreat.”
“Well there will be that Malice,” Viper smiled, “That lovely blonde was kind enough to share with us the complete mission packet she made for Peter Parker and Felicia Hardy.”
Viper waited for the apprentice Lady Hydra to process what she said.
“Black Cat and Spiderman working together for S.H.I.E.L.D.? Oh do tell,” Malice kissed Viper again.
“One of Furry’s lab coats went missing a while ago and turned up in Angel City,” Viper broke the kiss, “He has been cloning local costumed and super powered villains, bringing them back from the dead, and trying but failing to rehabilitate them. Goes by Phineas Phoenix now. And the Snake Charmer and her hench-wenches are going to make quite the scene in Angel City!”
“When do we leave?” Malice asked with a wicked grin.
“In the morning,” Viper rolled over and stood up not bothering to redo the crotch zip, “go pick out a code monkey, I have some exercises to help you be a better fem-fatal. You will be in the red leather suite.”
Malice smiled thinking about the ropes, straps, whips and chains she was going to practice using on some poor hacker Hydra picked up.