Jessica's mood snapped fast. Cold set into her face. Her eyes locked on MJB. Her voice even colder.
"Is it funny to you?"
MJB blinked, caught the shift too late.
"Jess."
Jessica turned her head toward me. "Don't call me Jess."
Then she turned again. Started walking out of the water. Her hands were clenched at her sides. She moved like every word after this would be violence.
"Fuck," MJB said under her breath. "Sorry, Jessica."
She rushed after her.
Jessica didn't stop. Didn't say anything else. Just stomped through the shallows, water splashing around her knees, face hard, jaw locked.
MJB caught up, reached for her arm. Jessica pulled it away without looking.
Adina stood from her towel as they got closer. Her face shifted the second she saw Jessica. She said something in whisper. Jessica just shook her head, snatched her towel off the sand, and started drying off fast and rough. Not in the way people do when they are wet. In the way people do when they want to erase everything.
Adina's hands hovered, but she didn't touch her.
MJB stood beside them, quiet now. Her arms dropped to her sides.
May leaned toward me as I returned to the towels. "What happened?"
I shrugged.
"She cracked, didn't she?" May asked.
"Looked like it."
May sighed, adjusted her top. "Poor girl."
"Poor MJ too. That one's gonna get chewed out in private."
May sighed, "What happened? Adina told me about Jessica's situation. She had been in serious tough times."
I tilted my head, pretending I had not known already. "How tough?"
May looked down. "Adina said she was kidnapped by a psycho. Then Spider saved her."
I nodded slowly. "That explains it. MJ joked about being tied up."
May winced. "Yeah, and she probably didn't mean it with cruelty. But Jess took it personal."
"Yeah, no shit. You don't drop bondage jokes on someone who got dragged into real-life trauma."
"She doesn't talk about it either. Not with Adina. Not with her cousin."
We gathered our stuff to leave as well. May didn't even touched the water. But she didn't come to swim anyway. She brushed some sand off her thigh, grabbed the towels, and stuffed them into the bag.
"Come on. I need coffee before I bite a civilian."
We left the beach. The sun was still frying the sidewalk. My shirt clung to my back. May's skirt swayed with every step. I didn't even try to hide the fact I was staring at her ass. I knew she knew. She didn't say anything. Probably storing it for later insults.
We stopped by a small cafe. She ordered black coffee. I got iced tea because I had the caffeine tolerance of a pigeon. We walked out with drinks in hand, finally something cold against the heat trying to peel our skin off.
I sipped my tea. Cold hit my throat and dragged a low groan out of me. "This day needs to be deleted."
She smirked. "You say that every time the sun is involved."
"Because every time, something breaks. My patience, my spine, someone's mental stability."
"You had fun."
I shook my head. "I had exercise disguised as bullying, sand in my balls, and a front row seat to emotional collapse."
"And new numbers," she said, smiling into her cup.
"Three girls, no brain cells between them."
"But flexible."
"Exactly. Danger."
(.)(.)
At home, May dropped the bag and sprinted for the bathroom like a crackhead chasing a prize. Bitch. She even yelled "First!" like she was six years old and about to piss herself at Disneyland.
I stood by the door, dripping like a broken faucet, refusing to touch her couch with even one grain of sand. That couch was her temple. She had fought Ben once for sitting on it with jeans that had sidewalk on them. It was one of their biggest fight.
I stared at the wall for five minutes, debating whether to crawl to Mrs. Thompson's place just for a clean rinse and an accidental tit grab. But I was too tired for that. Inside, I heard water start running. May's voice followed. Probably singing. She was living her MILF fantasy with shampoo and no witnesses.
Ten minutes later, May burst out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, hair soaked, steam clinging to her skin like horny perfume. She walked past the door and called out, "Shower is free! Try not to clog the drain with shame!"
I dragged myself in. Towel, shirt, shorts all hit the hallway floor like my dignity. I walked into the bathroom, flipped the faucet, and let the water slap me awake. Cold, because May had used all the hot like she was baptizing herself in luxury.
Five minutes later, I dried up, threw on boxers and an old T-shirt, and walked out looking like a man who had seen God and found Him too tired to care.
May was already on the couch, legs crossed, sipping tea, smug bitch. Her towel was gone, replaced with a tank top and shorts that exposed a dangerous amount of thigh. She had that post-shower glow. Hair damp, skin smooth, and not one fuck given about modesty.
"Better?" she asked without looking at me.
I dropped next to her. She threw a cushion at me before I could put my feet up. I kicked it away and leaned back.
"You hear from Adina?" I asked.
She nodded, sipping her tea. "Said Jessica is fine. Quiet, but fine. MJ got scolded."
"Figures."
"Also, Adina said you were polite."
"Because I am."
May gave me a look, "Whatever." She stretched, sideboobs poking out just enough to count as an accidental favor, "I am sleeping early. Don't stay late."
I gave her a boy scout salute and collapsed onto the couch, face diving straight into the cushion her ass had just blessed. Her scent still lingered. Temptation in fabric form. I let my body sink into the ass-indent like I was being tucked in by sin.
[System]: Memory foam level: MILF cheeks. Sleep mode initiated. Erection status: Passive. Monitoring for sudden rise.
I reached for the blanket at the edge of the couch and pulled it over my lower half. Not for warmth. For public safety. Boner prevention protocol. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Probably one of the volleyball influencers. I checked the message.
Beach Slut #1: Hey beach boy. Hope your arms aren't sore. Mine are. Wanna rub them tomorrow?
[System]: Translation: "Please ruin my spine however you wish."
I tossed the phone onto the coffee table. No response. Not because I was uninterested. Just because the couch was winning. My spine had filed for retirement, and my balls were in therapy. The day had drained me.
May shuffled back out of the hallway, holding a glass of water, probably her pre-bed MILF hydration ritual. She saw me buried in the couch.
"You dead?" she asked.
"Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. Yes."
She drank half the glass in one go. "Good." She turned, walked to me, bent down, and kissed my forehead. Her cleavage dipped just enough for me to catch her nipples bouncing inside that loose tank.
Noice.
"Goodnight," she said, casual like she had not just blessed me with accidental eye-contact from God's Valley.
I waved lazily, half-covered in the couch's depression, and that was the last thing I remembered.
Out cold.
As I was blissfully out, my phone rang. I grunted, rolled over, smacked the screen like it insulted my mom. The buzz kept going. I reached out, eyes still shut.
"If it is one of those beach bitches, I swear..." I muttered. My fingers fumbled, finally grabbing it.
Darcy's name lit the screen.
I groaned, tapped answer. "What?"
"Ugh, I need help." Her voice was hushed, panicked.
I sat up. Blanket slid off. Balls not ready for drama.
"What happened? It is the middle of the night."
Darcy's whisper turned sharp. "Jane, Erik and I snuck into that site. Some weird readings. Something happened to Erik and others. We are trapped. It is sealed. And... something's off."
Of course something was off. That bitch attracts chaos like Felicia attracts sweatpants stares. I rubbed my eyes. My night was about to get fucked.
I could not just walk into that circus. If Spider showed up, Darcy might connect dots. She was not dumb. She might ask too many questions. Too many coincidences.
Should I let them figure it out?
[System]: Special Quest Activated - "God's Playground"
Main Objective: Infiltrate the secured S.H.I.E.L.D. observation site.
Sub Objective: Extract Dr. Erik Selvig alive.
Optional Objective: Leave a false trail to mislead S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance.
Bonus Objective: don't get caught
Reward: S.H.I.E.L.D. files (Classified), Camouflage, Stealth EXP, Loki's Interest (Low Risk)
[System]: Current risk rating: 5/10.
[System]: Status Effect: "Wrong Place, Wrong Time" will be applied if anyone sees Spider. +30% chance of getting caught, +50% narrative chaos.
[System]: Timer: 15 minutes before facility enters full lockdown.
Damn rewards were good, but risks? They screamed trap.
"I am coming," I said, ending the call. I tossed the blanket off, stood up, then used Spider Whisperer. Connection was weak. Barely any spiders in the facility, but a couple were hanging near ventilation. Most too far for anything useful. I was out the window three minutes later.
In five, I landed on a rooftop two blocks away. Scope zoomed. Two agents at the entrance. Subtle weapons. Standard issue. They thought subtle made them invisible. Cute.
Now that I was close, I had better communication. My little arachnid friend whispered words of wisdom to me, "Run boi run." I sighed. As if. I didn't want to enter the facility. If possible, I didn't want to show myself at all.
"I will try to lead Darcy and Jane out from here. If not, we will see."
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