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Captain America : Evolution 1
Madripoor.
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Sharon Carter was perhaps one of only a small handful of women
in the world who could say they'd seen Captain America naked, and one of
a much smaller group who could say that not only had she seen him naked,
but that he'd boned her as well.
Well, that was a crude way of putting it, Captain
America certainly didn't 'bone' women. He 'made love' to women, he
'slept' with women, he 'spent the night' with women, as it were.
But the after-effect had been the same, she'd been well and truly
boned.
She had just staggered into bed, having been up most of the night
before drinking heavily, putting large, pot-bellied men to shame. There
was nothing she enjoyed more than sauntering into a bar, feeling the eyes
of all the drunks and young punks crawl all over her body before sitting
down and getting into some serious, heavy drinking.
It was four in the morning but the air was humid, it was the
always hot in Madripoor, always, no matter what time of the day or year
it was. She was only here because of her still unofficial status as a
S.H.I.E.L.D (*) agent, here to meet another 'unofficial agent' and hook
up with an 'unofficial unit' to perform an 'unofficial mission'.
She was officially pissed off.
Sharon's thoughts had turned to Captain America after flicking
uninterestingly through several of the hazy, ghosty channels available
at the admittedly low class hotel she was staying in. She had almost gone
past the last channel when she'd heard the words '..vengers' and decided
to listen in.
Somehow this hotel was picking up a late night feed of the previous
days news in America, and the article currently on was about the new
Avengers team which would probably have been announced a couple of hours
ago in America.
From what she could gather through the static and rolling picture,
the general consensus was that Captain America, Iron Man, Thor and The
Scarlet Witch were guaranteed entry, Vision and Hawkeye were hot favorites
and The Black Widow and The Black Panther outside chances.
Still half-drunk, combined with being half asleep and watching
terrible reception, Sharon felt a strangely growing feeling of resentment
at the perceived closeness between Captain America and The Scarlet Witch.
- Is he fuckin dat gypsy bitch? - she thought almost incoherently
through a haze of alcohol, - Fuckin ash-hole. -
She shook her head weakly, amused at this sudden urge to stake
her claim over Captain America, despite the fact that she'd always stressed
a need for her own independence to him.
The very thought of Steve having an affair with Wanda
was ludicrous, he'd be mortified at the idea of 'taking advantage' of
someone on his team, if he even ever considered it, which she doubted.
The haze of jealous anger was replaced almost instantly by a
sense of affection and love for 'her man' and she felt a bizarre urge to
ring him and tell him how much she loved him.
She actually got up halfway out of the bed before collapsing
back down when her legs refused to walk. She lay half in and half out of
the bed, legs akimbo. Due to the heat she was lying above the sheets,
dressed only in her panties and a tight tanktop which was half transparent
with sweat.
She gazed down at her own nipples, which had begun to swell and
harden as she'd remembered just how great being with Captain America
was. Fucking a living legend was incredible, certainly living up to
all the expectations she'd had. He'd been gentle of course, until things
revved up and the two of them began humping wildly against each other,
both their bodies working at peak precision due to the fantastic
conditioning of each other's bodies, even despite her constant abuse of
said fantastically conditioned body.
"How can he turn down a package like this," she muttered happily,
liking the way her breasts squashed down under the tight tank-top, liking
the feel of the tight material against her flesh. She spread her legs
open and rested her hands on her inner thighs, caressing the smooth,
toned flesh, enjoying the cooling sensation that ran through her body,
running from her thighs down to her toes, fluttering through her waist
and up into her nipples, sending a flush through her face and tingling
to the roots of her auburn hair.
Her body, relaxed by exhaustion and drunkenness, felt so lethargic
that it was incredibly arousing. A vibe was running through it, a low
lying hum that was making her steadily more excited.
She chuckled as her fingers left her thighs, traced the flat,
toned surface of her belly and then traced small circles about
her nipples. She let out a slight moan and her legs parted more, her
thighs covered in a light glistening sheen. Her panties were riding up
into her vaginal lips, sending a pleasing, increasingly more arousing
pulse of sexual energy throughout her crotch.
The feeling grew more insistent, spreading out from a pounding
in her crotch to a steady pounding throughout her body. Her
ears reverberating with the rhythm as she cupped her breasts, sliding
her hands all over her large, firm mammaries.
Her moans became louder and louder, sensations building up higher
and higher within her crotch, her clitoris erect and thumping in time
to the vibes of pleasure racing throughout her body.
Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, her breathing
becoming heavier as she slid her hands over her breasts, her waist, her
thighs and finally between her legs.
"Uhhh," she moaned, cupping her cuntmound and flexing the base
of her palm against her clit, driving her wild with pleasure as she
forgot where she was, who she was, and why she was doing what she was
doing.
An intense wave of pleasure charged through her body as she
squeezed her cunt with one hand and a tit with the other. Her nipples
were incredibly sensitive, and even the friction of the tight fabric of her
tanktop on her uncupped breast was driving her crazy with pleasure.
Sharon Carter rolled her head to the side, her body thrusting
up into the air, her arms dropping momentarily to her side, her hands
clawing at the cheap fabric of the blankets. Her toes balled up along
the same fabric, her head writhing from side to side. Her legs had
spread wide, her cunt burning with need as she thrust both hands between
her legs, clutching her hot cuntmound with her hands, sliding her fingers
between the wet, gripping lips of her cunt.
With a quick, ripping noise she tore her panties from her hips,
revealing her hot ass and shaven pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head
and she cried out in pleasure, not caring who heard, not even considering
it. She ground her crotch up into her hands, her legs spread wide now as
her arms squashed her breasts together.
Her entire body was a giant, pulsing center of pleasure, all
emanating from deep within her crotch, wave after wave of sexual
gratification pouring throughout her entire body as she ground her clit
into her palms and slid wet, juicy fingers in and out of her pussy.
She pulled the tips of her fingers out of her cunt, then paused
momentarily together herself before sliding her middle finger up between
her pussylips, sliding it quickly in and out of her wet snatch. Then a
second and third finger joined the first and soon three fingers were
thrusting in and out of her pussy.
Soon Sharon's fingers were pumping in and out between her legs,
friction steadily building higher and higher, a wave of pleasure building
up between her legs. She knew she would come soon, and she didn't care
about prolonging the pleasure or building to a gentle orgasm. She wanted
to cum, now, and hard.
Her body tremored in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm approaching,
despite her desire to get off as quickly as possible she instinctively
tried to hold of the final moment of climax as long as she could, which
prolonged the final, indescribable moment of anticipation before final
release. The rising crescendo of pleasure was almost unbearable, but
not quite, and she ground her head back against the firm mattress and
squeezed her eyes shut.
"Yes, Steve! Yes! YES!!!!!" she screamed, crying out Captain
America's name in ecstasy as she hit the final plateau of anticipation
before releasing into glorious orgasm.
Her juices exploded out over her fingers and onto the sheets,
pooling up around her firm asscheeks as she pushed her cunt up into her
hands, burying her fingers as deeply into her gushing pussy as she was
able, loving the feel of her orgasming cunt clamping about her fingers.
At last she collapsed, her body a panting, sweating pile of flesh,
her mind covered in a blanket of combined dizziness and alcoholic stupor.
She lay in the bed, chest rising and falling heavily, her breasts
feeling hot and constrained in the tight tanktop, her bare pussy feeling
deliciously free and cool.
She sat up after a few minutes, a wave of dizziness washing over
her before she caught herself. She gripped the bottom of her tanktop
and peeled it up over her breasts and head, throwing it into the corner
of the room without a second thought.
She slumped back onto the bed, totally naked now and feeling
delightful. She loved masturbating, in fact she did it whenever she
possibly could, whenever she couldn't get sex, which was often. She
spent most of her time dealing with scumbags, losers and villians that
she'd never let near her body in a million years, and except for a young
eighteen year old bellboy in a little European hotel, she hadn't had
anyone since Steve Rogers - Captain America.
"Ahhh, I...." she started, before being rudely interrupted by
a loud, pounding voice in her head.
- WE ARE HERE! - blasted into her head, shocking her into sitting
up, battle-ready despite her state of drunkenness and undress.
- HUMANITY, YOU'RE TIME IS DONE, - the massive, intruding voice
continued, - MUTANTS WERE THE FIRST SIGN, BUT NOW THEY, TOO, ARE
OBSOLETE, THE CHOSEN HAVE ARRIVED, THE NEW EVOLUTION OF HUMAN EXISTENCE,
THE FINAL EVOLUTION OF HUMAN EXISTENCE IN HERE, NOW! -
A shocking mental projection of The Avenger's defeat blasted into
her mind, but she didn't see it. Her entire mind was focused on the
horrifying image of Captain America disappearing beneath a huge pile of
rubble.
- WE HAVE ALREADY DEFEATED WITH EASE THE GREATEST EXAMPLES OF
THE OLD HUMANITY, THE AVENGERS FELL BEFORE US EASILY, AND ANY OTHERS WHO
THINK THEY COULD CHALLENGE OUR POWER WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE. YOUR
TIME AS MASTERS OF THIS PLANET IS OVER, NOW YOU WILL SERVE US AS WE
LIFT HUMANKIND TO IT'S RIGHTFUL PLACE AS EVENTUAL RULERS OF THE
UNIVERSE. -
- YOU WILL SERVE US, OR DIE. -
Before she could react or fully assimilate this information,
the wall of her hotel room burst open and two men fell through the wall,
each battling valiantly against the other, striking with blows that would
kill even the most dangerous and lethal of men.
One was tall, powerfully built with a gleeful look of homicidal
mania in his face, the other was short, just as powerfully built, with
hairy, thick sideburns and a truly unique hairdo. His face was
a concentration of rage barely held in check, and three claws extended
from each of his hands, slashing at the other man's skin, cutting it open
easily. The man's skin, however, healed almost instantly, and he almost
seemed to be enjoying the blows he was receiving.
And Sharon Carter sat naked on her bed, staring in surprise and
shock as Wolverine and A Fellow Of The Physical Discipline duked it out
on the floor of her room.
(*) Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Division.
New York City.
--------------
Upstart paused for a moment on top of the building, savoring
the smells and sounds of victory.
The City had fallen quickly into chaos, yet another sign that
the current 'masters of the world' were undeserving of their place. All
it had taken was the defeat of The Avengers and quick destruction of
every Police Preceint and Official City Building. City Hall was gutted,
the remaining police were under siege trying to deal with looters and
other parasites taking advantage of what they thought was a temporary
situation.
There were screams of terror and victory as mobs hunted down
easy victims to attack, sounds of breaking glass and cars crashing, fighting
and fucking going on in the streets as rape gangs tracked down anyone
they liked the looks of and took them.
Upstart snorted in contempt, this was just another indication
of how weak and undeserving the sheep were, instead of coming together
to fight a common foe, they were turning on each other.
"Animals," he muttered,"Let them do what they will, let them
separate the strong from the weak. The strongest will soon find that all
they have to look forward to is miserable lives of toiling to make our
lives better. Even the so-called Superheroes of this world will be
nothing more than our servants, our toys to be used as we please, how
we please, when we please."
He dropped to his hands and knees again and closed his eyes,
reaching out with one of the score of extra senses his body had gained
since he'd become one of The Physical Discipline.
"Lead me a good chase, Captain," Upstart chuckled,"It'll make the
moment of victory all the sweeter."
He bounded down the side of the building, moving with uncanny,
unnatural speed down the fire escape.
Upstart bounded into the alley, then stopped short as he lost
his scent.
He'd been using his extra senses every so often, whenever the
confusing smells and sounds of the largest city in the world got in the
way. But somehow he felt a strange sense of guilt at doing this, as if
he was cheating somehow. He wanted to beat Captain America at his own
level, to prove his superiority once and for all, to leave absolutely
no leeway for Insanis or any other to dispute his claim to leadership
of The Physical Discipline.
He looked about the alleyway, sniffing with disgust at the reek
of urine and garbage. Deep in one corner of the alley cowered a stinking
collection of rags, dirt, alcohol and human, one of the many homeless
that dirtied up HIS city.
"Where is he?" he snapped, more to himself than to anyone else,
but he got an answer nonetheless.
"W...wh.... who?" gasped the bum.
Upstart twisted about, his eyes glowing fiercely with a white
light.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME, FILTH!" he roared, and stormed forward,
ignoring the stench emanating from the subject of his fury,"HOW DARE YOU
QUESTION ME!!!!"
He grabbed the bum by a filthy collar and hauled him up, the man's
face was so filthy that his features were almost totally obscured, his
hair may have been black, but they were so slick with dirt and muck that
it was hard to tell.
"P... pl.... please! Please don't kill me!" squealed the bum,
twisting about pathetically in Upstart's iron grip.
"It's more than you deserve, scum!" growled Upstart, ready to
throw the bum against the wall with no more thought than one would show
when throwing away a flyer or spit out a piece of chewing gum. But he
stopped just before flicking away the human debris, his eyes narrowing
and a small smirk crossing his face.
"No, you just might be useful for something after all."
He easily lifted the bum high into the air with one arm, then
turned about, looking around the dark alleyway, savoring the sights and
sounds of humanity self destructing just out in the alleyway.
"CAPTAIN AMERICA!" he roared, and his voice easily carried, cutting
across a clear city block, amplified by his voicebox, which had adapted
to make him heard. Out on the streets, victim and muggers alike stopped
at the sound of the noise, rapists paused as they thrust into their
screaming victims, looters froze in broken store windows, still clutching
their stolen goods,"CAPTAIN AMERICA, COME OUT HERE AND FACE ME
MAN TO MAN, RIGHT NOW!! OR HAVE THE DEATH OF ONE OF YOUR PRECIOUS HUMANS
ON YOUR HANDS!!" he paused for effect, knowing that even now many of the
looters, muggers and rapists - even some of the victims and 'innocent'
bystanders - would be heading towards the alley, drawn as if hypnotized
to see the passing of the old guard,"I WILL KILL HIM, CAPTAIN AMERICA, HE
MEANS NOTHING TO ME, BUT CAN YOU SAY THE SAME!?!"
People appeared at the head of alley, staring at him
with undisguised awe. They could sense the power emanating from him,
they could sense his superiority and it pleased him, made him feel more
powerful, superior.
"WELL, CAPTAIN? WHAT OF IT? WILL YOU HAVE HIS BLOOD ON
YOUR HANDS?"
"No," replied a quiet, assured voice from above his head,"And
neither will you."
A boot smashed into Upstart's side, hitting a small bundle of
nerves there and making his hand involuntarily release his grip on the
homeless man.
The poor unfortunate dropped with uncanny grace, his knees bending
to absorb the shock of hitting the ground. He instantly launched himself
up, hitting Upstart full on and knocking him to the ground, slamming his
elbow into Upstart's face.
Pain exploded in The Fellow Of The Physical Discipline's face,
his nose breaking with a sickening noise as he was hit harder than he'd
ever been hit before. Still in shock from what had just happened, Upstart
just lay there, and another punch slammed into his face again, cracking
and breaking loose several teeth.
Instantly his body adapted, taking over from his brain and cutting
off the pain that was keeping him from reacting. His palms slammed into
the chest of his opponent with incredible force, sending him flying
back across the alley.
He sat up quickly, his eyes swimming into focus as he took control
of his body once more. His eyes narrowed as he watched his opponent
flip in mid-air, landing on his palms and dropping to his feet, using
his firmly planted hands to launch himself through the air towards Upstart.
The Fellow dropped onto his back once again, causing the bum to
overshoot. Tucking his head forward, he rolled as he landed and leaped
to his feet, already ready to fight as Upstart leaped directly to his feet
from his back, twisting about in a defensive stance.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the bum, reaching out with
his other senses, looking past the sight and smell of the man he was
facing.
"Congratulation, Captain," he muttered,"You fooled me."
The man pulled his rags away, throwing them to the ground and
standing up straight, no longer adopting the stoop that he'd used to
appear weaker and more pathetic in Upstart's eyes. Reaching up, he wiped
the muck and goop from his face and hair, then reach behind him and lifted
the mask up over his face.
Upstart stood facing Captain America, his face bleeding and broken,
his dignity injured and his standing in the eyes of the humans at the head
of the alleyway lost.
"You just made your last mistake, Captain," he growled,
and launched himself with a fury at The Living Legend Of World War II.
He hit hard against The Captain, and the two men grappled roughly,
both punching and hitting each other with fierce, powerful blows. Upstart
was using all his strength, but it was unaugmented, he refused to adapt
his body to become any more powerful than it naturally was, he wanted
to beat Captain America without any help, he wanted to prove once and for
all that HE was the most exceptional physical specimen in the world.
His reflexes, naturally increased by the Legacy Antidote's adaptation
process to superhuman levels even before adrenaline kicked in, allowed him
to slip past Captain America's defenses, but The Captain's own reflexes,
increased by the Super Soldier Serum injected into his sickly body back
during the Second World War allowed himself to defend against the attacks.
The two men kicked, punched, slammed and jabbed each other with
blows that would knock another man out or possibly even cripple them.
Upstart slammed his palms together hard into Captain America's
chest, knocking him back through the air. The Living Legend rolled
backwards and Upstart leaped after, swinging his leg down hard, hoping
to connect hard into The Sentinel Of Liberty's face, putting him into
a coma or even killing him. But Captain America had rolled with the
blow, twisting around as he rolled along the ground and pulling his Shield
from it's hiding place in a soaked, crumbling cardboard box. He brought
it up in front of his face, causing Upstart's heel to slam with incredible
force into the Shield, which easily absorbed all the impact due to it's
unique mix of Adamantium - a totally unbreakable metal - and vibranium - a
metal that absorbed any type of energy thrown at it - causing the impact
to run back through Upstart's leg and give him the equivalent of
a schoolboy's 'dead leg'.
As he fell back, his body quickly revitalizing the stunned nerves
in the leg, Captain America followed, swinging his Shield hard into
Upstart's shoulder, this time giving him a dead arm.
Punches slammed quick and fast into Upstart's face, continually
driving back The Fellow as his body was damaged quicker than it could
naturally adapt. Had he been so inclined, he would have supercompacted
the molecules in his body so that he couldn't be hurt. Then it would
only be a matter of healing all of his injuries and then breaking The
Captain in two with one punch.
But then would come the inevitable accusations, most likely from
Insanis or one of his lackeys. What's the matter, Upstart? Couldn't beat
a simple human without using your powers? had to cheat? what kind of
leader are you if you can't even beat one of the old humanity without
pumping up your powers?
None of it would be true, but a strong leader had to be able
to engender confidence in his followers, and Upstart had to be above
reproach.
People began to cheer, calling out Captain America's name, which
distracted Upstart even more. The very fact that they were doing this
showed the powerful charisma of the man. The Fellows of The Mental
Discipline had enveloped the city with a field of positive reinforcement,
making their minds react in a certain way whenever they were in the
proximity of any of The Physical OR Mental Discipline.
For them to cheer Captain America showed that, for now at least,
this reaction could be over-rode by their own minds. Once the field had
been spread out over the planet and constantly reinforced by the defeat
and subjugation of the heroes of the plant, this would no longer be
possible. The humans would be nothing more than willing slaves who would
consider The Fellows to be Gods, and the heroes who served them to be
envied for being allowed to directly serve under them.
With a roar of anger, Upstart snapped his hand up and grabbed
Captain America's fist, pulling the Living Legend off balance and throwing
him against a wall. Following with a roar, he slammed into Captain
America from behind and began slamming his fists with raw strength into
the man's back, pounding his kidneys, trying to snap his spine.
Grabbing the back of the Living Legend's head, he slammed it hard
into the wall, then again and again before ripping the Shield from The
Captain's hands and smashing it again and again into the wall, shattering
the bricks and mortar and bringing a wall down once more onto Captain
America, who this time had no Shield to protect him from the powerful
impact of the debris.
Upstart stood by the pile of rubble, the Shield at his side, his
chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. Now that the
battle was over he allowed his body to slowly heal itself, smiling as he
turned to stare at the shocked faces of the people at the head of the
alleyway.
"He was your best," he chuckled,"But I defeated him easily, I am
the best there will ever be!"
The crowd looked at him with shocked eyes, then suddenly smiles
crossed their faces and cheers broke out.
"YES!" laughed Upstart,"Now you see, at last! I am the best suited
to lead you."
A hand tapped him on the shoulder, and as he spun about a fist
slammed into his face, knocking him to the ground.
"All right then," grunted Captain America, his uniform torn and
ripped, blood dripping from his skin and face, which was bruised and
battered,"You want a fight, you got a fight."
End Captain America : Evolution 1.
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