Sitting on the sofa at her rescuer's house, she looked at the two girls just a few years younger than her — the girls who were famous spider heroines and the wet dreams of many teenagers. Well, looking at their sexy curves and hot bodies, she just shook her head and pitied them as she turned to look at the last of her rescuers.
From that kiss and those little handsy moments of this guy cupping their asses, she knew that both these heroines were in a relationship or had a fuck-buddy arrangement with this guy.
But thinking of his ability to transform into a giant turtle and that magma man, she could say that strength was the answer to every problem.
Shaking her head, she looked at the guy named Nova. "So now what?"
Gwen and MJ also looked at Nova, who smiled. "Well, Miss Jessica, I am Nova Ashbourne, a trader and a part-time genie."
Hearing this, Gwen muttered, "A perverted genie."
With her superior senses, Jessica heard Gwen and raised her eyebrows but didn't comment on it. Instead, she thought for a while and then, with a resolute look, asked, "If you're a genie, then can you erase my memories of these past three days? Although that bastard didn't try to have sex with me — he was waiting for these two girls to be under his control and then have a foursome with us — I still don't want these memories of him telling me his plans. Just erase the memories of him discussing his plans about us three."
Hearing this, MJ, Gwen, and Nova all got angry. That bastard — Nova should have slowly roasted that purple pig before killing him.
Nova took a deep breath to calm himself and looked at Jessica, a private investigator with good experience. With just a few words, she made them all angry so they could grow a little more familiar with each other under mutual anger. Quite a manipulative fox.
Nova asked, "Okay, I'll erase those memories..."
Just as Jessica smiled, Nova continued, "But I won't do it for free."
Jessica's smile disappeared, and she sighed. "If you wanna get in my pants, then forget it. Although you are quite hot — and that's not a pun — I'm not an easy woman."
Nova raised his eyebrows. "So if we get familiar with each other, then will I be able to get into your pants?"
Hearing the interaction heading in an evil direction, both MJ and Gwen shared a knowing look, and Gwen muttered again, "Perverted genie for sure."
Jessica ignored Gwen's comment like a pro and raised her eyebrows. "Well, I'll think about it. Anyway, what is it you want in exchange for this memory erasure?"
Nova smiled. "Since you're a private investigator, I want you to investigate a company."
Jessica tilted her head. "Which company?"
Nova answered, "It's Alkali Corporation and its chief geneticist, and their Transigen mutant cloning program. So — will you do it?"
Jessica thought for a while. "Yeah, sure. But is it safe? After all, I know about that Great Extermination event. Since this Alkali is still experimenting on mutants despite the threat of three mutant factions, there must be powerful people... no — people with powerful strength behind that company."
Nova smiled. "Don't worry. You won't be investigating alone. There'll be another two people working with you — both with magical abilities. Also you will get appropriate money after you complete the task."
Jessica raised her eyebrows at the word magical, then sighed. "Okay, I agree."
Nova smiled, and then, to Jessica's surprise, a contract appeared in his hand, which he handed to her.
Looking warily at the contract, she turned toward Nova. "Make one thing clear. Are you a genie or a devil? Because only a devil fulfills wishes using a contract."
Once again, Gwen commented, "He's not a devil or something — just a perverted genie."
Glaring at Gwen, silently swearing he'd spank her ass red tonight, Nova said, "Don't worry. There are no eternal slave conditions or any such hidden clauses."
Jessica looked skeptically at the contract. After reading it thoroughly, she signed her name and was once again surprised as the contract turned into specks of light. Now she regretted signing it so hastily.
After a while, she shook her head. "Anyway — so, you have an empty room? My apartment's on the other side of the city, and it's already so late."
Nova nodded. "You can use the guest room — but one thing… if you hear Gwen screaming tonight, don't come investigating. She'll be punished tonight."
Hearing this, Gwen moaned a little. Jessica blushed slightly, then gave Nova a white-eyed look, stood up, and went to the washroom to bathe.
Nova shamelessly stared at Jessica's sexy ass, which deliberately added a light sway to her hips.
Suddenly, he turned as he felt Gwen and MJ sit on his thighs.
Turning toward the vixens, Nova spanked them hard and picked them up.
Reaching his room, Nova threw them on the bed, tore off his shirt, and jumped on them.
After some time, Jessica came out of the bath and heard faint screaming sounds, mixed with pain and pleasure. Jessica blushed slightly and muttered, "Perverted genie," before moving toward the guest room.
[SCENE: ALLEYWAY — POST-CONFLICT]
The lingering scent of scorched stone and ozone hung heavy in the night air, the faint hiss of cooling debris the only sound in the deserted alley. A quartet of black-clad SHIELD agents moved cautiously through the ruin, their boots crunching against charred pavement. The glow of tactical lights cut sharp beams through the lingering smoke.
"Jesus," one agent muttered, crouching beside a blackened scorch mark that vaguely outlined a human silhouette amid warped concrete. "We've got… ash. A lot of it."
Another agent swept a handheld scanner over the area, the device chirping softly as it processed data.
"No cameras in a four-block radius," a third reported, irritation in his voice. "We're not getting anything from the street feeds. Someone scrubbed this place clean, or we've got one hell of a lucky blackout."
"Lucky my ass," the first agent grunted.
The lead, a senior field officer with graying temples and the hardened eyes of a career spook, knelt beside the ash pile, gesturing for a containment kit.
"Bag what you can," he ordered. "Get me heat signature readouts, pheromone trace data, and a forensics sweep for any residual meta energy. I want a full reconstruction."
The scanner pinged again, and one of the agents paled.
"Sir… the ash — it's human. Cross-reference confirms ID from dental residue and what's left of the bone marrow."
"Who?" the lead asked, already suspecting.
The agent swallowed. "Kevin Thompson. AKA Kilgrave. Mutated human, pheromone-based mind control."
The lead's brow furrowed. "Mind control… that son of a bitch."
He tapped his comm.
"Control, this is Strike Team Charlie. We've reached the scene where our sensor detected an intense heat signature. We've found human ash at the scene — intense heat signature recorded. No witnesses, no camera feeds, no residual energy trace we can track. Sending data to HQ. Out."
[SCENE SHIFT — SHIELD HELICARRIER, COMMAND CENTER]
The hum of holo-screens and tactical readouts filled the command bridge of the SHIELD Helicarrier. At the central console, Nick Fury stood in his signature black coat, single eye fixed on the main display as the report came in. The image of Kilgrave's file hovered beside thermal imaging captures of the alley's aftermath — a scorched crater, indistinct human remains.
An agent's voice came through crisp on comms.
"Director Fury, we've completed on-site analysis. The heat signature from the scene spiked past 2000 degrees Fahrenheit — localized, no known weapons discharge. Ash analysis confirms it's Kevin Thompson, alias Kilgrave. Mind control meta, Class-3 threat level."
Fury's expression darkened.
"How?" he asked sharply.
The agent hesitated. "No eyewitnesses. Street and building feeds were either down or wiped. No energy signatures consistent with any registered enhanced assets or alien tech we can match. Whoever did this… cleaned up after themselves."
Fury's gaze narrowed, his voice low.
"And no one saw a damn thing."
"No, sir." A pause. "But… one thing of note. We did recover trace atmospheric readings. Brief but intense disruption consistent with high-speed air displacement and extreme plasma ignition."
Fury's brow lifted. "Plasma?"
"Yes, sir. And there were momentary pheromone traces scattered by what our techs estimate was a micro-cyclone event. Someone knew exactly how to counter his abilities, Director."
Fury was silent a long moment, his thoughts working at angles few could follow.
Then, with a grunt, he turned toward Agent Coulson, who'd been listening nearby.
"Put a tail on every enhanced asset in the city. Cross-reference with heat manipulators, tornado-class metas, and unregistered off-world tech. And Coulson—"
Coulson raised a brow. "Yeah?"
"I want to know who just killed a monster on my turf without sending me a goddamn courtesy call. Also, Maria sent info that the target she's monitoring — his café is opening tomorrow, and guess who's on the guest list?"
Coulson raised his eyebrows. "All three mutant leaders?"
Fury nodded. "No, altough mutants will come, but not leaders as they are not that free. The one I am talking about is— Tony Stark himself is visiting the café."
Coulson frowned. "But isn't he busy dealing with the fallout of Obadiah?"
Fury shook his head. "Obadiah's already been dealt with. And guess who got his shares and other inheritance?"
Coulson frowned. "The target?"
Fury nodded. "Yup. The same target who's also behind those Oscorp miracle serums."
Coulson frowned hard. "So we're dealing with someone who has a good relationship with the three mutant leaders, is friends with Tony Stark too, and is the creator of those miracle serums from Oscorp? That's one hell of a suspicious person — a big behind-the-scenes boss kind."
Fury nodded. "So inform Maria. Do whatever's necessary. I want information about him on my desk soon."
Coulson nodded and left, leaving behind Fury, who stared ahead with an unknown look in his eye.
The SHIELD Helicarrier rumbled softly in the skies above New York as the hunt began.