Here's chapter nine, this is for you. Hope you like it.

Weeping Angels

The following day had been really stressful. After the sending off of Doctor Helen Cho, it was training and learning the rules of being a Avenger. Mostly for Breana, since she was always around someone, whether it was research in the lab with Tony and Bruce, training with Sherise; which wasn't easy with the older female's new abilities, or on look-out with Steve… Well, the latter didn't bother the young Davenport as much, since she is more than attracted to the super solider.

When Steve called it a day it was in the evening and Breana quickly excused herself to her room. This alone time was much needed, and the older Avengers didn't think much of it. The only one who understood was Sherise, is why the nineteen year old venture off to her room that Tony had made over the night. Spending so much time around Clint and not being able to ease the built up tension was driving her crazy. The same with Breana is why when she got to her room she quickly shut the door and started undressing.

Breana crawled on to the bed and turn over, lying on her back. She close her eyes and pictured Steve, hovering over her. She rubbed her hands over her breasts and pinched at her nipples, moaning quietly, "Steve…" Slowly, she ran one of her hands down her stomach and over her pussy. She rub gentle, painfully slow circles over her clit and moans Steve's name again. Breana slipped a finger in, imagining Steve's unearthly large dick pumping in and out. She arches her back at the pleasure, "Mmm… Steve."

Breana had her eyes closed so she didn't notice the door opening or Steve entering before shutting the door behind him.

"Brean, what's wro-" Steve started to ask, but is immediately stopped by the sight on the bed. He watches curiously, and mostly stunned before interrupting, "uh...Breana."

Breana moan hearing Steve say her name, not realizing that it is in fact real and not her imagination. "Yes, Cap.."

Steve tilts his head, watching the young brunette on the bed, pleasuring herself. He knows it's wrong but he couldn't help that his pants begin growing tighter the longer he watches. Taking a step closer to the bed, he runs the back of his finger down her leg, "Do you acquire my assistance, Breana?"

Breana jump at the touch which feels all too real. "S-Steve!" she blinks her eyes open and quickly close her legs and cover herself with her arms. "You scared me! What are you doing here?"

Steve grabs her by her waist and scoots her closer to him, "You called my name… Here I am."

Breana's chest rises and falls heavily. Steve inhaled and exhaled before he places himself between her legs and whispers in her ear, "I don't understand why you desire me but I can't fight this pull."

Breana whimpered before pulling him in for a kiss. Steve's lips work expertly with hers. He started kissing down her jaw and works his way to her neck. Breana slide his almost too tight white shirt off his arms and toss it to the side. Steve nips lightly and sucks a hickey onto her collarbone. He peppers kisses down to her breasts and starts sucking on her nipple as his hand massages the other breast. Breana arch her back and moan.

Steve trails sloppy kisses down her stomach but stop to look at the scars that scattered across her sides and lower part of her body.

"Did they..."

Breana lowered her head before reaching for the blanket to cover herself but Steve grabbed her wrists.

"You're still beautiful..."

He kisses Breana on the lips lovingly before moving down, giving each scar he passes sweet kisses before grabbing her legs and hooks them over his shoulders. Steve licks between her thighs, tasting her juices. She throws her head back in pleasure and moan loudly. He licks and sucks on her clit, holding her bucking hips down. She tangle a hand in his hair and tugged.

"S-Steve... Please.." Breana pleaded. "I need you.."

Steve groans and stands up and begins undoing his pants before pulling them and his boxers off. He steps out of them after they pool around his ankles. Breana stared aww struck at the massive member standing erect. She knew that she's going to need a lot of adjustment to take him. She leaned over the soldier taking the solider by surprise. She came back up with a bottle of lube. She squirted some in her hand before covering Steve's cock. Steve groaned before thrusting a finger into Breana's dripping pussy, then two then three. Steve wraps an arm around her and lifts her up, crawling closer to the head of the bed. He lays her back down, never breaking the kiss. Breana moan as she feels his hard, slick cock against her wet pussy. His tongue swipes across her bottom lip, then he gently bites it. Steve reached down and rubs her clit.

"Please, Steve!" Breana begs once more.

Steve smirks, lining himself up before slowly pressing in. Breana moan as she feel yourself being filled with the solider's extreme cock. The serum has really done him well. He's bigger than what she imagined. Steve gives Breana time to adjust before he begins moving.

"Fuck, Breana… You're so tight.." Steve moans and starts thrusting faster. He leans down and kisses to her neck again. Breana wrap her arms around him and scratch down his back, living bright red marks, that quickly heals. He starts rubbing her wet pussy in time with his thrusts, eliciting loud moans out of her.

Breana arch her back and dig herr nails into Steve's back. "Ohh… Steve!" she cry out as she come on his cock.

Steve's thrusts become hard and choppy as he comes inside of her a few moments later, moaning against Breana's neck. He rolls his hips, coaxing them both through their orgasms. He slowly pulls out and rolls over next to Breana.

"Fuck… That was… Fuck…" Breana pant, trying to control her breathing.

Steve nods, "Agreed." he scoots next to Breana and pulls her back to him, so that they were spooning. "Sleep, my angel." Steve says before kissing her hair. Breana sigh happily and started drifting off.

-WA-

-Eventi Hotel, Manhattan New York-

When Donald and Tasha got to the mansion in Westchester, Douglas and the boys were on their way out. Apparently Charles sent them a message to meet at a hotel in Manhattan. There Donald and Tasha was introduced to Charles, Ororo and Logan. Charles had a large room off the schedule so they can talk. Tasha was sitting listening to the professor before she stood and started to pace.

"This is really hard to understand. My niece is a mutant and that my sister never did die in a car crash three years ago."

Charles shook his head. "Tahira was apart of a serect organisation."

Donald rubbed his wife's back before looking at the man in the wheelchair. "Serect organisation? What like James Bond?"

"In most ways, yes." Charles nodded. "Tahira was agent for a serect law enforcement by the name of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, better known as Shield. The second director was the love of her life and Sherise's father."

"Do this director know that he has a daughter?" Like his wife, Donald is having a hard time processing what's going on.

Ororo placed an hand on the professor's shoulder and sighed. "Of course. It was the reason why we raised her. Nicholas wanted a better life for her, after Tahira died during labour. We gladly accept and raised her as our own."

Logan snarled before turning his head. "Until Magneto had to ruin things."

Charles sighed before lowering his head. "That's a unfortunate. But the main thing is that we must find them, so Sherise can get her answers before she finds someone else."

Donald looks up with a raised eye brow. "What about Breana?"

Charles smiled before directioning the chair to the door. "She's fine. I'm sure she will not want to leave when you see her."

Before Tasha and Donald could ask the three mutants were gone leaving the small group wondering what the professor meant.

-Krefeld, Germany-

In a old castle on a old throne sat a man with dark red hair and sliver eyes. By his side stood a bald man with odd markings on his face.

"Barney, the time to strike is now."

The man on the throne raised his hand to silence the one at his side. "Krane, we are all in this together. To make the world our personal backyard. I have been trying to get my own special army every since my brother joined Shield. Luckily I came across Shayde, who got the news about the Davenports' bionic plan. Now Krane, you used your soldiers and still lost."

Krane glared, his eyes turning red. "Now you leave our plans in the hands of some boys."

"Aw Antenna. You wound me."

Barney and Krane looked to see two young men walk into the room. The one with tanned skin and dark brown hair that was cut low on the sides, but the top layer long and cut at angle was smirking while the seemingly younger male with pale skin, black shoulder length hair that had a piece that over lapped on the side; rolled his emarald green eyes.

"Stop acting so childish, Bardou." then he looked at Krane. "We're technically are older than you."

"Enough!" Barney stood and looked behind the two before looking at the male with raven hair. "Where's my son, Fenrir!"

Fenrir glared but before he could say anything a boy with dirty blonde hair around sixteen ran in, over to the throne. "Sorry I'm late father. I was finishing my training when Gale said that he has a message for you."

Barney smiled before apporching. "Well, Kent don't leave your old man in the dark. What did he say?"

"That the girl was found and is in New York unguarded."

Barney grinned before looking at Krane. "You and I have to meet Eric." then he turned to his son. "Kent, I'm putting you in charge. You, Fenrir and Bardou are to bring the girl back."

Kent nodded before turning to head out of the castle with Fenrir and Bardou following.

"And Fenrir..." the black hair boy turned to look at Barney. "Make your father proud."

Fenrir glared before turning to follow his team.