Undoing the Dumb 4 - (Marvel, VictorVonDoom!SI)

Silvija left before anything could be said or done, but I couldn't tell if it was for disgust or embarrassment (or both).

What I know was that we weren't getting kicked out of the Wild Pack as she didn't tell anyone what happened that day. I was fucking nervous when sparring, and I could tell she was well-aware of what was making me uneasy which, in turn, made her just as flustered.

Luckily for us, the trainer overlooking our spars was not picking up the right clues on what was really going on, merely assuming that the 'air' was just that heavy around. It spared Silvija and I some awkward explanations, but left the matter unsettled as it was now.

Jezebel was... disappointed.

Mostly in Silvija for not 'acting upon instincts'. And in me for not 'claiming the opportunity to take her'. It was a bit ridiculous to imagine how the girl was truly into me. Sure, I was far from the kind of man that could easily understand if I was getting some romantic/sexual attention on or not, but Silver was literally beating me on a daily basis, and she did so without ever apologizing for going a bit far some of those times.

"Well, some girls have fun ways to show their attractions. Like the little girl that yanks the ponytail of the boy that... wait, that's the other way around."

"You really don't know what you're talking about," I flatly countered her BS, causing Bel to snort.

"As if, give her some time and space and she will be on the offensive again."

If she meant on the ring, then I could assure her that I was getting my ass manhandled a bit more than usual. It definitely felt like a punishment than a cry for attention. Especially when she looked more than happy to vacate the training fields as swiftly as it was possible within our schedules.

Then I was expecting a break from this habit of getting wrecked in CQC when the boss proclaimed we were 'taking a break' and finding refuge in Symkaria for two months. Three times a year, the Wild Pack was supposed to lay low to avoid getting too much heat on their asses. Rather than go recklessly through a unending list of missions, we were allowed to catch our breath as we reached the first half-yearly quota.

Symkaria was... not exactly a First World Country. It was definitely in a better standing than a war-torn/totalitarian state, but it's business was limited due to the geopolitical context it was stuck with. Latveria being a neighbor further made that sort of situation worrisome.

Still, my hopes were dashed away when I was told I wouldn't be sharing a room with Jezebel. We would be all staying at a Symkarian Hotel owned by the government, and as usual we were meant to share those in groups of two.

Jezebel was given the chance to share the room with one of the nurses, while I was stuck with... Silvija. And as I realized this and gave her a look, I saw a rather unusual expression plastered on her face. It was neutral, just as usual, but the attentive hint to it added a sense of apprehension and caution. Unease but also eagerness.

The first day was a bit tedious since I couldn't exactly be as open with my newest roommate like I was with Jezebel, so it took me a while to find the 'diplomatic common ground' from which avoid annoyances and causing grievances.

Silvija was just as 'mechanical' about it, and appeared more earnest to spend the least time possible in our shared room. And while I felt Bel's words return to my attention, nothing weird truly happened for a full week. Which made me less guarded around the same-aged girl.

Training didn't stop, but rather than be as intense on the physical matter, I could put more of my free time in getting through my magical knowledge and also do some extra work with the national Symkarian technological groups.

It wasn't as extensive and rich as those in the US, but I managed to struck a good deal to improve their radio and streamline cheaper but resilient components to replace the cumbersome versions they relied upon. The money wasn't lacking, but it wasn't the true issue at this point: I needed to do more than just sit in the background within the Wild Pack. I had to be more active in missions.

I was expected to be given a support role with Silvija by the next one, but I had to be ready to behave accordingly and also be as reactive as it was needed for the job. Mercs may be there for the money, but those that stuck around people of high value were those that saw more than gold coming back at them for their trust.

Thus, I intended to use this break to finish up what rough bit of my abilities I had to still iron out, and then brace up for the upcoming mission. This also translated in also picking up on what little physical effort I needed to truly be a nightmare to Silvija and... it finally happened.

I couldn't believe it, the wide-eyed white-haired beauty sporting a busted lip couldn't either, while the trainer was cackling like a mad man as I finally got a proper punch on her to knock her out for long enough to get the win.

"Holy shit, you got your ass handed at you, Silvija!"

The mirthful comment infuriated the girl as she got up and stormed out of sight. I definitely was up to get screwed for what had occurred, but I had been able to dodge any sort of situations to come... until I went on to get a quick shower.

Right as I was about done with my hair, I was surprised to hear someone cough by the shower's entrance. It was Silvija and... she was very nude.

"S-Silvija."

"Victor," She muttered back, taking a few steps forward. Water droplets falling on her exposed frame, her curves still far from being the full voluptuous figure that she would obtain by the time she would ascend as the new Wild Pack's leader, but her beauty was... already there, years away from fully blossom. And she was wonderful. "I... I want to say many things. But..."

There was no continuation, only her taking more steps until she had me cornered and her lips, leaning forward, capturing mine. Differently from what intimate connection I had with Jezebel where sexuality is born from games, this felt like a secret exploration- a deal of two meant to equally distribute pleasure and answers. The kiss didn't involve tongues, but it was far from chaste- it was intense, apologetic, and explanatory.

If there's something I understood of Silver from the very day I got to meet her was her lack of verbal expression. She was a grieving girl, one that had slowly taken in her father's business and its harsh schedule to find purpose within the very career that took away the one aspect of 'civil existence' that once lived through her mother within their family.

Silvija was also an adult and one that knew of passion and romance, just not at the same level of girls her age. I think I heard rumors where she was approached in the past by boys her age, but that she hardly gave them any attention. She just didn't see a value in them to pursue even a 'silly relationship' with.

For her to be the one to make these steps and then do so in such an expressive manner that lacked words but abandoned itself to pure physical dialogue. It was soft and kind, but I also knew we both yearned for more.

"Tell me where to touch you. No, show me."

She shuddered at the whisper, but rather than hesitate, she slowly took hold of my wrists and led my palms to where she wished to be pleased. There was no sex in there, only some tender teasing. She was stiff, but curious and wanting.

Silvija was putty in my hands, but so was I to her touch. I wouldn't say it was a chaste understanding, but it was a rather refreshing shower were we both orgasmed through that slow and sensual mutual masturbation. After drying up, we went by her bed to cuddle and, as we were testing more of our comfort within each other's embrace, I decided to verbalize some of what was told by deeds.

"Would you like if I took you out for a date this evening?"

The girl's blue eyes widened and... she smiled.

"I would love it."

"So, you were right."

Jezebel smiled widely at Ernst Sablinov as the two eyed the two 'lovebirds' trying to sneak into one of the nearby restaurants.

"Of course I was. Who do you think gave your daughter the advice to get on with her silly crush?"

"Apologies, it's just... will this work?"

"Both deserve each other," Bel assured with a confident tone, surprising the old man for a moment. "Your daughter was closed within herself and she needed to find someone of her age to latch onto, while Victor is... restless over his own purpose in life. He seeks to make people happy, he is a 'party-pleaser', but he seems to lack a proper awareness of what he wants or needs until it is in front of him."

Seeing Ernst nod, Jezebel focused on preparing a lengthy speech to use to tease the ever-living shit out of her Victor. After all, the boy had made a solid mistake in 'betting' against her as...

As the Devil's Daughter, she wasn't a player but a card-dealer and... the Dealer always wins~.

AN

Next time, Silvija, Victor and Bel go for their first mission which involves... Nazis to destroy!