Pepper sipped her coffee...and instantly thought that nothing would go quite so well with a good cup of coffee...as a good cigar. She opened the guest humidor and plucked out a long, thick Camacho cigar. She moistened the length, snipped the tip and lit the end...drawing in a full,rich puff of fine tobacco. She thought for a second "Why am I doing this?", but instantly dismissed the question. She was doing it...because she WANTED to. She thought of how she'd despised Tony Stark for years before they'd reconnected...and though of the sort of man he'd been then. Swaggering. Chauvinistic. Arrogant.
Why had she hated that? The sort of man he'd been had become 'demonized' in her mind as the greatest evil...but that made no damn sense. The sort of person he'd been was...perfect.
Why the fuck was she prancing around in this silly skirt suit? And...was she wearing lipstick? Her hair was way too long...like some stupid girl. How was she ever going to crush mad pussy like the awesome, dyke she was if she was going to play the fem? She'd never like woman who rejected their 'femininity' and tried to 'out do the boys', but now...she realised that was the only way to get ahead in this mans world. She was a full partner in this goddamn company, and she was still just warming a chair for her 'boss' Tony Stark? Tony had indeed been impressive back in the day, but his sort of swagger...would always have looked better on her.
An hour later, and she'd had an expert tailor up to the office to fit her for several bespoke mens suits. Cut for her shape, but 'nothing girly'. Her hair was cut short and feathered just so, and her coffee had been replaced with a tumbler of fine scotch. When the phone rang, her secretary said "Pepper? Uh...Miss Potts?"
"Call me Virginia Hogan. I've decided to take my dead husbands name again. And my first name actually IS Virginia. Pepper's a nickname I think I've outgrown. What is it?"
"Well...Miss Hogan...there's a Stefanie Rogers on line one...who says she's affiliated with the Avengers and has an offer for you."
The next few minutes...were just as life changing as that cup of coffee. Stefanie Rogers had an astounding offer to make. It seems she was Captain America's granddaughter, and that Tony Stark had entrusted her 'grampa' with considerable stock in Stark Industries, and would she be interested in pooling their shares and leveraging Stark out of his own company. Virginia Hogan (she already felt comfortable with the name) asked how she knew to call right then, and the girl on the other line burbled laughter like a villainess in a cartoon.
"I've been awakened, you see. My real name is Steve Rogers, and I was exposed to Calvin Zabo's 'Hyde Formula. I at first thought it empowered my 'evil' side, but now understand that it awakens the subjects most...dynamic moral features. I am not evil, you see. I am...awakened. Freed from the shackles of my faulty morality, I am unencumbered by the dead weight that used to hold me down. I am free to be the person I always WANTED to be. Always SHOULD have been. You feel the same way, I'm assuming?"
"Yes...after drinking the coffee. How...how did you know to call me...and to call me right now?"
The former Captain America chuckled. "I am the worlds greatest tactician. I knew that Zabo would move against Iron Man, and you were the obvious target. I estimated how long it would take him to reach you and dose you, and how long till you were sufficiently 'awake' to realize that YOU and not Tony should be sitting in that seat."
Virginia Hogan smiled. This was a bizarre story...but also a fascinating one. This woman was indeed brilliant...and would make a valuable partner.
"We should meet in person. Why not come down to the Hellfire Club and chat about our plans? I've recently become the new Black Queen, and I KNOW you'd make an excellent White King..."
Stefanie giggled again, admiring her custom-fitted black leather dominatrix wear. She'd known she'd need allies against the Avengers when push came to shove, and the Hellfire club had seemed like a natural fit. She'd dazzled Sebastian Shaw and Emma Frost with her brilliance, and the position of Black Queen had been offered to her. Sam had been opposed to this at first, but at Stefanie's request Emma Frost had given Sam a bit of a 'thing' for being the submissive in a relationship, and the way Stefanie had dominated him during their love making had driven him wild with lust. It wasn't that he thought she was right, just that he now found obeying Stefanie in spite of his misgivings to be incredibly erotic.
Stefanie smiled up at him. She was sprawled out on a gigantic divan, he pale and milky body cuddled by a custom-fitted corset, panties, boots and gloves. Her makeup was dark and sultry, and her hair had been dyed jet black. Nobody in the world would have seen this gigantically obese slut and guessed she'd once been Captain America...and that drove Sam to love her more. She gestured, and Sam fitted a cigarette into a long, black holder for her. He lit it, and her sultry "Thank you, Samuel." was all he wanted in this world.