"Ah, Mysterio..." Cap pondered. "He is one of Spider-Man's greatest foes. But he is no match for the Avengers!" He was at the table in Avengers Mansion, where he faced She-Hulk, the Black Knight, Wasp, Monica Rambeau and Bruce Banner.
"Roxxon Bank has sighted Beck and he's wearing the fishbowl, so he must be up to something. We need to get there and find out what's happening. Monica, you'll be recon. Scout him out and give us the circs."
"Dane and Jen will be the muscle. Bruce, you're the backup." Cap saw the pursed lips and dead eyes. "Don't get too angry, big guy, we don't want to lose you again. We have you here as the brains, not the brawn. But if we need it, you'll be the last resort." The last time Bruce had gone overboard with the monster, they'd had to teleport him to Arizona to prevent massive property damage.
Bruce looked up solemnly. "I had a chat with the big guy last night. We've got this under control, I think."
"Jan," Cap continued, "we'll be dealing with the public. I know Beck can make some crazy illusions so we've got to keep the civilians from attacking each other or us. I've still got some binding runes from Thor and those should keep people safe until the illusions fade.
"Unfortunately, we don't have Steven or Doctor Druid on call, as they're away on some extradimensional demon hunt. Charles Xavier is off in Shi'ar space. We don't have any telepaths available right now so we'll have to fortify our minds the way that we've been taught by Charles. If we break, then it could be very dangerous. Stay vigilant and stay on comms."
They left the room as Monica disappeared, becoming pure light and going straight to the location. She could see everything perfectly as she travelled, beaming through houses and trees and cars, knowing exactly where she needed to be and in the time it took for Cap to blink, she was there.
"All clear, Cap. You never know, the guy might have gone shopping."
"Not with a helmet on." Cap looked stern as they boarded the Quinjet. "Look harder. He's got to be there somewhere."
The Quinjet took off, shooting into the air and gliding once it reached a good altitude. Jan was flying today, as she was better than Dane and Bruce had refused.
"We're three minutes out, Monica. What's going on down there?"
"Nothing, Cap. It's all fine. It doesn't even look like the money's been touched."
"Monica," Cap was concerned. "What's the address for the Mansion?"
Nothing. Not even dead air. She wasn't answering.
"Monica's compromised. Jen, you and Dane jump and we'll get there as soon as Jan can land."
Jennifer nodded, opening the door and grabbing Dane by the waist, leaping into the air and dropping swiftly.
Jan was nervously looking for space to stick the Quinjet, but it was New York, packed to the gills. Then she saw it, close to the bank, by the back entrance. The Quinjet descended a little too quickly, turbulence making Banner rock in his chair and grumble softly as he stood up.
"Stay here, Banner," Cap ordered.
He looked at him with malice behind his blue eyes and sat down dramatically. "Benching me again, Steve? I don't even know why I came back."
"We don't have time for this, Bruce. We'll talk later."
"Sure."
Cap and Jan ran out into the courtyard, where Cap used his shield to smash the metal door off its hinges, falling with a clang. They went to the next door. "First left, then the next right and we'll be in the atrium."
"How do you-"
"This is New York. The bank gets robbed at least once a week. I got the guided tour after the third time." They moved swiftly, Cap running ahead of Jan, who had shrunk down so she could be less visible.
"Jen, please say you're fine." Jan was almost pleading over the airwaves.
"We're fine, Jan."
"Dane, do you copy?"
"Dane can't come to the phone right now. He's indisposed." Beck's nasal voice rang over the air.
"Beck, we're coming for you."
"You'll have to find the door first, Cap."
And then Cap noticed the thin green mist around his feet. The door wasn't where he thought it could be. He doubled back, running his hand across the wall, hoping he would hit the jamb and he would be knocked out of the illusion, but that didn't happen. He turned, doing the same to the other wall, and by the time he realised Jan wasn't with him, he was banging on the walls, now closing in on him, shield half-covering his face in case he was attacked. The fog grew thicker, piling on top of itself and becoming visible throughout the corridor, which now looked like it was stretching out into the distance.
Cap closed his eyes, lifting the shield over his head, before he spun around, charging blindly and smashing through a wall. He felt his arms buckle and brace against the impact, launching himself forwards. His knees scraped over a lump of brick as he went through, saved by the armoured scales. He hit the ground hard, bracing with the shield and rolling on his side. He was away from the illusion and into a room with a red patterned carpet and a large brown desk. On the desk was a large gilded nameplate with the name 'Dr. Quentin Beck - Corporate Manager' across it. Behind the desk sat a small round man with a pudding-bowl haircut. His nose was crooked and his eyes were small and glowered at the man who had so rudely entered his office.
"Ah, Captain America," Beck spoke in a nasal tone. "You have the strongest mind of all your compatriots, like hardened steel. The rest were flexible and easy to break with the right technique. And if you hurt me, they all die." Beck had a gun, a plain black pistol clutched at his hip. "And if you try and hurt me, I'll shoot you."
Cap was intrigued, walking through the wooden door and into the foyer in front of Beck, who had the pistol trained on the small of his back. He knew he would be able to take a single shot with the armour plates, but it would hurt like hell. All he would need to do was-
And then he was grabbed by both arms, and his shield was flung away. He was slammed to the floor and cuffed to the rear, the iron bars cutting into his wrists. He looked up and saw Jennifer and Dane, faces stony and unwavering. Jennifer stepped away as Dane pushed the Ebony Blade against his spine, causing a small nick as it pierced the armour like it was cloth. Jennifer returned with a thick iron pipe, twisting and bending it in a loop around Cap's legs, causing him to grunt in pain as Beck smiled sickly in front of him.
He clapped twice, and three women carrying large bags of money ran to him and curtseyed, proffering the cash in his direction. They smiled widely, and Cap saw tears streaming down their faces, dripping onto the stone floor. "Drop the bags, ladies." They did, before kneeling in front of him, looking upwards as if praying. Cap shouted, crying out as Beck shot them dead, each with a bullet in the centre of their foreheads.
"You know," Beck turned back to Cap, unphased by the dead women lying around him, "Dane over there has a little crush on Miss Walters." He stepped over the woman, his foot catching on her leg, making him stumble and curse, growling with annoyance.
"Come here. Both of you." Beck gestured and they stumbled over to him. They embraced, lips meeting hungrily as their hands moved frantically, Jennifer pushing him towards one of the massive marble pillars. Cap closed his eyes, but Beck leaned down and grabbed his chin with a sweaty hand, whispering in his right ear. "If you don't watch, they'll rip each other apart in front of you." He forced his eyes open, fixing his gaze on the two of them. Jennifer was kissing Dane's neck while Dane threw his weapons to the side, pulling his trousers past his thighs and showing Jennifer his hard cock. Jennifer was almost tearing her purple and white uniform away to let him squeeze her breasts, moaning softly against her lips as Jennifer gripped him with a firm green hand, pumping slowly. Dane relaxed, slumping against the wall as she tugged at his shaft, kneeling in front of him with a wide smile on her green lips. An emerald tongue touched his cock, making the head swell, hungry for her mouth and hungrier for her pussy. Her lips slid over his head and she took all of him in her mouth, loudly sucking as she worked up and down, drool dripping off Dane's cock and onto the shimmering floor as he revelled in ecstasy.
Beck kicked Cap in the face with a thick purple boot, laughing as he kneeled to him. "While they play, I've got another surprise for you, Mr America. Something that might be more your style." And then two women appeared in front of him, Jan growing to normal size and Monica speeding in, dragging the bodies of the dead away before standing in front of Beck, waiting for their commands. "Ladies, have some fun." He walked away, leaving them to their needs as Cap was forced to watch them tug at each other's clothes, lips and breasts pressing against each other as they kissed breathlessly. Monica had Jan naked in a flash, clothing flung away as she was bare in front of her. Her nipples were tense with the cold and her hypnosis-induced want, as she pushed Jan to the floor, following her. Gentle kisses dotted Jan's cheek and neck and stomach, before Monica plunged her tongue inside her pussy, feeding hungrily on Jan's juices. Jan was tense, her fists clenching and unclenching as Monica suckled on her clit, the fervour displayed by her teammate overwhelming her. Monica's tongue tingled with electricity, making Jan squirm and writhe beneath her mouth, her back arching and her breath catching.
Meanwhile, Cap heard grunting, looking over and seeing Jennifer being fucked from behind by Dane, who had her hair wrapped in his gauntlets as he grabbed her shoulders, riding her hard, grunting as he thrust over and over, delighting in the shake of her ass and her tits as each contact of their bodies made him even more enthused. Dane lay over Jennifer's back, kissing her as he scooped his hands under her breasts, holding and squeezing them. Jennifer moaned as Dane began fucking her again, and he was smiling widely as he looked at her.
Monica was on top of Jan now, kissing her and running her hands over Jan's small breasts. Jan's hands were on Monica's ass, grabbing the soft cheeks and sending a jolt of electricity through them, making Monica smile even more widely as she absorbed the energy. Jan flipped them, kicking her legs around and now facing Jennifer, who was enthralled by Dane's cock. Jan became small, buzzing toward Monica's fat pussy. She landed on the hood of her clit, rubbing it with two tiny hands, making Monica pause for breath. Jan kept going, rubbing softly, continuing until Monica cried out, the sound echoing through the great hall. Jan grew again, hovering before she landed, slipping two dainty fingers inside Monica while her mouth engulfed her sensitive clit, her tongue lifting Monica's more aroused, making her choke a breath as her eyes closed and she squirted, clear liquid spurting onto Jan's face and chest and onto the floor. Monica was panting, shuffling as she lay, while the waves of pleasure rocked through her.
But Jan was already moving over to Dane, pulling Jennifer away from him and pushing her lips over his cock. She felt his hands on her head, guiding her movements. She could taste Jennifer's sour fluids, which coated his pale member, as well as Dane's bitter precum which slid down her throat as it pumped slowly out of him. His cock pulsed and bucked inside her mouth, but she kept her lips tight over him, letting her tongue guide her movement. She pushed him deeper into her throat and gagged on him, drooling a little as she moved back to a more manageable motion. Someone grabbed her thighs, squeezing them tight and making her stop, pausing to think about the question, before realising it was Jennifer, who was hungrily sucking on her pussy, her green fingers finding their way inside her, pressing her g-spot and making her gasp, a noise muffled by a mouthful of Dane. In a flash of energy, Monica was with Jan, and both were tasting Dane's cock, running their lips on either side and staring hungrily at one another. Monica took over, climbing onto Dane, who took handfuls of her ass as he held her up, her legs wrapping around him as she sank onto him, kissing him as she rode. Dane's eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, his mind obscured by pleasure and hypnosis. Jan and Jennifer were playing, Jennifer sliding a thumb into Jan's ass as she sucked on her clit, making Jan squeal and hump against her mouth, wanting more. Jennifer's tongue stopped, but she kept the finger where it was as she leaned over, kissing Jan while her other hand grabbed Jan's breast, rubbing her nipple and making Jan kiss her even more passionately. Jennifer went back to Jan's pink pussy, sucking on her lips and sliding her tongue inside her. She kept going, enjoying Jan's taste until Jan eeked out a noise, a high-pitched gasp as she came all over Jennifer's tongue, fluids dripping off her green chin and onto the floor as she climaxed.
Dane was holding Monica more tightly, using her body like a toy as he lifted her. Monica's eyes were wide, the feeling of his entire length entering her with such force making her hot, getting her closer to another climax. They moved to the floor, half-kneeling, half-falling, and Dane started thrusting inside her dripping pussy, while his mouth fixed itself to her breast, his teeth softly grazing Monica's areola, his tongue touching her pert nipple. She was moaning, hand sliding down her stomach and rubbing frantically at her engorged clit, sharp exhales leading her to lose her breath once more, gasping with pleasure as she came again. He slipped out of her, slowly stroking his hard cock as he watched her thighs quiver, kneeling in front of her spread legs and kissing her between them.
Jennifer and Jan were busily grinding against one another, scissoring as their lips met and their hands searched each others' bodies, Jan playing with Jennifer's heavy breasts as Jennifer was groping at Jan's ass, scooping her up to keep her even closer. They both seemed to notice Dane, standing there, stroking his cock, slick with their juices, as if ready for them to join him. And they did, leaving each other as if their fun was unimportant, kneeling at his feet with heads raised, ready for him. Dane grunted harshly as the speed he was rubbing himself increased to a frantic pace, and he was breathing quickly and his knees bent with pleasure and he came then, ropes of his seed spraying first onto Jennifer's face, then into Jan's open mouth. Jennifer kissed his cock, licking up the last of him as it leaked out.
As Dane sat, dazed, Jennifer felt herself being pulled away, pulled to the floor as both Jan and Monica were on her. They kissed her face and her thighs, Monica burying herself against Jennifer's shining green pussy as Jan suckled at her breast, their eyes meeting lustily. Jan moved down Jennifer's thickly muscled body, kissing her navel before joining Monica, each taking turns licking her out. Monica preferred Jennifer's large clit, an emerald poking out beneath a deep green bush, whereas Jan needed to taste her, licking her labia and plunging her tongue inside her. Both sensations mixed and muddled in her head as her arousal rose, and her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned, thrusting against Monica's lips as she came, squirting clear liquid onto her face and in her hair as she backed away. It was strong and Jennifer looked like she was convulsing, her tight pussy spasming with untold pleasure.
Jen lay there, naked and happy as Beck walked in, dressed in his green outfit and opaque fishbowl helmet, followed by Bruce Banner. Banner looked stupefied, gazing into nothingness.
"Are you enjoying this, Captain?" Beck chuckled as he saw the mess he had made.
"Transform," Beck commanded Banner. But he did not, a dull smile forming on his lips, entranced by something only he could see. Beck pointed the pistol at Banner, shouting, "Transform!"
Banner's back arched and he screamed as the beast formed through his body, stretching and popping as his body grew to three times its size, the scream being abruptly ended as his throat distended, crackling as it extended. The Hulk stood where Banner had, shrugging the frayed clothing off its shoulders and staring menacingly at Beck with harsh eyes, bubbling with anger.
"Banner, show these ladies how to play."
"I'm not puny Banner!" Hulk shouted, spittle flying. The beast drew its hands back before bringing them together in front of Beck, who went flying, helmet smashing as he hit the floor hard, making the thick green fog visible throughout the bank. As Beck slowly lost consciousness, those who had been furiously fucking one another stopped stock-still, their minds clawing their way back to control. Monica was the first to leave, disappearing as she became energy, speeding away. Jan was next, shrinking down and fluttering away. Dane took longer, drunkenly staggering as he pulled his trousers back on. Jennifer groaned and rubbed her head, realising where she was and grabbing her uniform, pulling it on as quickly as she could to retain what little dignity remained after her sexual escapades. She saw Cap lying there, unable to move, struggling against his bonds. Jen ran over, tugging the cuffs apart and untying the pipe, pulling him to his feet. Cap stood awkwardly, shaking his limbs to bring blood back to the areas, his legs tingling and his arms buzzing softly, like tv static under his skin. Cap felt the air being forced from his lungs as Jen hugged him with an almost crushing grip. Jen wept as she clung to him, the understanding of what she had done breaking her, forcing herself to shrink back into her human form. Hulk picked her up, cradling her as he lumbered away. That left Cap all alone, surveying the fluids peppering the floor before his gaze turned to Beck. He dropped quickly, grabbing his shield as Beck was regaining his consciousness, throwing it so it ricocheted extremely close to his head before returning to Cap's outstretched hand.
Beck looked around, shaking his head to get his bearings. "If I see anything funny," Cap said, "I'm throwing this into your ribs, and you're going to spend a long while in hospital."
"Don't worry, Captain," he chuckled. "You're just not good enough to catch me." Fog surrounded him as Cap launched the shield, chipping the rock pillar Beck had been leaning against. Cap screamed, finally allowing himself to become emotional, putting his head in his hands, cursing Beck as he staggered away solemnly, limping on his left side.