"So, those self-important fools thought they were recruiting talent for world peace, but in reality, they brought in a poison that was more toxic than Hydra itself. An unkillable cockroach that sneaked its way into their home."
Tony's eyes widened sharply. He was a genius, and he instantly understood what Henry meant.
"Are you saying..." his voice was dry.
"They regrouped and re-established Hydra within the Strategic Scientific Reserve? And they've been alive until now?"
"Congratulations, Tony, your brain is finally being used for something other than memorizing women's measurements," Henry ridiculed him mercilessly.
"That's exactly right. A group of Hydra ghosts has been parasitizing inside their organization, spreading and infiltrating like cancer cells. They control the world's top secrets and most advanced weapons, and our supposedly cool Egghead Director is completely clueless."
"If he knew that the organization he worked so hard to build to protect the world was almost entirely filled with Hydra spies, I bet he'd be so angry that just curse Motherfucker to whom he saw."
"Pff..." Tony was amused by Henry's vicious analogy, but he shook his head, his face turning cold.
"So, you were kidnapped by these guys hiding in the shadows? And you were forced to eat canned cockroaches and were used as a guinea pig, injected with all those colourful serums?"
"Something like that," Henry shrugged, sounding nonchalant, but his demeanor still refused to concede defeat.
"But do you think I'm that easily bullied? I was just playing along with their show. Honestly, if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have had the chance to discover my potential to become Superman. From that perspective, I should actually thank them."
"Thank them? Did those serums fry your brain?" Tony looked at him in disbelief.
"You should find them all and use my Mark Armor to twist their heads off one by one and use them as soccer balls!"
"Of course, of course, I'll definitely do that." The smile on Henry's face vanished, replaced by an icy killing intent.
"This organization is a cancer on this world. Give it some time. When my power is strong enough to withstand a nuclear bomb, I will uproot this damned organization from this world, leaving no one behind!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
"Then you'd better hurry. Otherwise, by the time I build the Mark 100, you might still be playing hide-and-seek with them."
"We'll see about that," Henry retorted.
"At least I don't need to wear a tin can just to go out."
They exchanged a smile. The previous heavy atmosphere dissipated with their mutual mockery.
"Alright, history class is over." Henry turned off the holographic screen and poured himself another drink.
"Isn't it time to get back to business?"
Tony snapped out of his contemplation. He glanced upstairs, a familiar mischievous smile returning to his face.
"Of course. After all, we have two beautiful ladies waiting for us to rescue them from a boring night."
They exchanged a smile and walked upstairs side by side.
...
By the third-floor outdoor pool of the villa, the reporter Elena and Jenna were lying on lounge chairs in bikinis, enjoying the cool California night breeze. When Henry and Tony walked over, they both sat up immediately.
"It seems your family business is concluded?" Elena held up a cocktail, raising an eyebrow at Henry, her eyes full of provocation.
"Naturally." Henry walked up to her, sat down naturally in the chair next to her, and took a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, skillfully opening it. The pop was accompanied by a burst of cheerful bubbles.
"In fact, we were just having an academic discussion about how to make the world a better place," Henry said with a straight face, pouring wine for Elena and himself.
"The conclusion we reached is that world peace can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, we should focus on more important things."
He raised his glass towards Elena, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Such as discussing the philosophy of life with a beautiful lady like yourself."
Elena looked at him, amused by his serious yet absurd demeanor. She raised her glass and gently clinked it against his.
"Oh? Is that so?" Her voice was low and magnetic.
"Then I'd be very interested to hear what Mr. Stark's philosophy of life is."
"My philosophy is simple," Henry leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her ear, causing her body to subtly shiver.
"It's to live for the moment. Because you never know whether tomorrow or an alien invasion will arrive first."
His voice was soft, but his words made Elena's heart skip a beat. She was a smart woman. She knew that the man in front of her was far more complex than he appeared. He was a playful rogue with a toxic tongue, but he was also powerful, mysterious, and fatally attractive.
"Are you joking about the alien invasion?" she asked tentatively.
"What do you think?" Henry didn't answer directly, instead posing a counter-question. He reached out and gently tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, his finger lightly tracing her smooth cheek. The subtle touch was like an electric current, instantly running through Elena's body.
She looked at him and suddenly smiled.
"I think you're a wonderful storyteller, Mr. Stark," she said.
"But I'm more curious if your story has a leading lady?"
"Of course it does," Henry also smiled, his gaze becoming intense.
"But my story is very long, and it has many leading ladies. Would you be interested in being the leading lady of tonight's chapter?"
He didn't give her a chance to speak, leaning in and kissing her directly.
Elena's body stiffened for a moment, then she responded with equal passion. The air was thick with the sweetness of champagne and the saltiness of the sea breeze, blending into an ambiguous aroma.
Their breathing grew ragged. Henry's hands began to wander. He could feel her body trembling and her heart pounding madly.
"My room, or here?" he asked hoarsely in the brief moment they broke for air.
"Yours," Elena answered without hesitation, her voice similarly raspy with desire and competitive defiance.
"Let's see what secrets a superhero's lair hides." Henry's laugh was a low, thrilling rumble as he lifted her, his strength effortless, and strode toward the bedroom.
The room was a futuristic expanse—a glass wall replacing the horizon, where the Pacific Ocean bled into the star-strewn sky. He settled her gently onto the vast, plush bed; she felt as if she'd landed in a dream.
Henry descended, his gaze locking with the proud woman beneath him, whose eyes held no fear, only the bright, exhilarating hunger of meeting an equal.
His lips slammed down on hers in a passionate, consuming kiss. Their tongues dueled in a sensual dance until, breathless and panting softly, they tore themselves apart.
With a mutual, unspoken demand, clothes became an immediate obstacle. They were stripped away quickly, greedily, hands exploring heated skin.
Henry settled back onto the mattress, his muscular torso and chiseled abs fully revealed. He watched with a lust-darkened intensity as Elena moved, kneeling gracefully before him, her naked form a masterpiece of curves and shadow.
Elena's gaze dropped, instantly captivated by the impressive, proud jut of Henry's erection. Unable to resist, a slender hand closed around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly, marveling at the silky smoothness over iron hardness beneath her palm.
Leaning forward, her tongue flickered out, giving the swollen head a teasing lick, capturing the bead of pre-cum. The taste—salty-sweet—sent a jolt deep into her core. A coy smile played on her swollen lips before she opened her mouth wide and claimed his considerable length.
She began to work, her head bobbing, pulling him deeper into the slick heat of her mouth with a practiced, consuming rhythm. The wet heat enveloped his throbbing erection, drawing him down, inch by glorious inch, until the head nudged the sensitive back of her throat. She held him there, swallowing around his thickness, before sliding back up to tease the tip with her tongue.
"Fuck, that's incredible," Henry grunted, his hands rising to frame her face, gently holding her. He caressed her cheeks tenderly before gathering her long, golden hair into a ponytail, holding it out of the way as she worked.
Elena hummed her satisfaction, the vibrations amplifying the intense sensation. Her eyes, smoldering with desire, locked with his as her lips stretched obscenely around his girth. She accelerated her speed and pressure;
Henry's hips flexed involuntarily, craving more of that exquisite friction. His heavy balls drew tight.
With a decisive POP, she released him.
She rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then climbed onto the plush bed. She dropped to her hands and knees, presenting her taut, inviting rear to him.
Henry drank in the intoxicating sight—her pert rear raised, the glistening folds of her sex peeking out.
A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. Gripping her hips, he notched the broad head of his cock against her slick entrance, rubbing up and down teasingly. Each pass coated him in her arousal, stoking the flames of his hunger.
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he purred darkly, giving her ass a sharp smack. "So desperate for my cock."
"Yes, please!" Elena whimpered, pushing her hips back in a clear, desperate invitation.
"I need it so badly. Fill me up!"
With a feral grin, Henry lined himself up and thrust forward, burying his thick length deep inside her welcoming heat with one powerful, annihilating stroke. They both cried out, their bodies shuddering from the intense shock.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Henry groaned, giving her a moment to acclimate before drawing back and slamming in again. He set a relentless pace.
PLAP PLAP PLAP The obscene, wet sound of flesh battering flesh filled the room as he pounded into her.
Elena met his every thrust, her inner walls clenching fiercely around him.
"Yes, yes, just like that!"
PLAP PLAP PLAP Flesh against flesh echoed louder, punctuated by Elena's sharp, wanton moans.
Henry maintained his rhythm, those sexy cries ringing in his ears. Fifteen minutes blurred into a single, accelerating race to the edge.
Elena's head fell forward as the pleasure became unbearable. Her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed around Henry's pistoning cock, trying to draw him in deeper.
"Oh god, I'm going to come!" she keened, her voice high, desperate, and cracking.
Henry could feel her walls beginning to convulse, knew she was teetering right on the precipice. With a grunt of effort, he angled his hips to hit her special spot with every powerful drive.
"That's it, baby, come for me. Let go and scream my name!"
The dirty talk, combined with the perfect, targeted stimulation, proved too much. With a ragged, soaring cry of "HENRY!!"
Elena shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in powerful, earth-shattering waves. Her core clamped down on him like a vise as she shook apart, utterly lost to the intensity.
As Elena fought to catch her breath, savoring the aftershocks, she felt Henry's impressive erection still lodged deep inside her, hard and throbbing. She turned to look over her shoulder with hazy, satiated eyes, ready to protest the lack of recovery time.
Her protest dissolved into a high, breathy keen as Henry suddenly flipped her onto her back, never once slipping out of her welcoming heat. Before she could process the change, he was already thrusting into her again, reigniting the inferno within her core.
"W-wait, I'm still so sensit—Ahhh~" Elena's weak resistance morphed into a needy whine as fresh sparks of pleasure zinged through her nerves, amplified by her heightened state.
Henry loomed over her, his eyes dark and hungry, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the relentless strokes of his hips. One large hand palmed her breast, fingers plucking at the stiff nipple.
SQUELCH SQUELCH PLAP PLAP PLAP
The wet, obscene sounds of their joining shrieked through the air, punctuated by Elena's wanton cries and Henry's guttural, possessive groans.
Elena lost all track of time as Henry brought her repeatedly to the pinnacle of ecstasy, his insatiable appetite for her body seemingly endless.
They explored every position—missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, and acrobatic contortions that left her dizzy and breathless.
Henry's hands mapped every curve and valley, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He worshipped her breasts with his mouth, suckling and nipping until she was arching off the bed, mewling for more. His fingers found her most intimate places, stroking until she was a writhing, incoherent mess, begging shamelessly for release.
Elena returned his fervor, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on.
She wrapped her long legs around his waist, using the leverage to meet his every thrust, greedy for more of that delicious friction.
When he hitched her ankles over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half, she screamed in ecstasy, her walls clenching rhythmically around him as yet another mind-blowing orgasm tore through her.
This night was destined to be long and wild.
...
The next morning, the first ray of sunshine fell upon Henry's face through the floor-to-ceiling window, and he slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head, but the space beside him was empty.
Only a note and a lipstick stain were left on the bedside table. The handwriting on the note, like its owner, was fluid and sharp.
"Last night's story was exciting. I look forward to the sequel. But the appearance fee won't be so cheap next time, Mr. Superhero."
Henry looked at the note and couldn't help but smile. He picked up the lipstick.
"What an interesting woman."
He stretched, feeling an unprecedented vitality surging through his body. He thought that saving his brother was indeed exhausting. Occasionally, some appropriate restorative training was necessary.
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