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Dragonborn's Might makes Right by Infonticus

Game X-overs & Avengers Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure, Words: 356k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Aug 25, 2021 Updated: Jun 12, 2022

514Chapter 20

Chapter 20: A Happy Little Family

[Planet Torfa, Kree Empire, Andromeda Galaxy]

"They are afraid, Ronan." His young sister's voice whispered into his ear through his comms.

Standing on the bridge of his flagship The Dark Aster, Ronan the Accuser glowered at the words. The Supreme Intelligence, the AI leader of the Kree Empire, was once again speaking with the voice of his long dead sister, and he felt his heart clench slightly underneath his black Accuser robes.

He turned his gaze towards the white and green planet over which his fleet orbited as if he could see the Kree populace that lived on it.

"Why would they be afraid? Here the Accusers fly above them." He stoically reassured the ghost in his ear and gestured to the great fleet of battle-hardened ships that was assembled just past the reinforced window of his battleship's bridge. Twenty battleships, almost two hundred cruisers, six hundred destroyers and an uncountable number of corvettes. And even then, it was one of the Kree Empire's smaller and faster fleets. And though he would have preferred a heavier fleet with more combat strength, Sakaar's many wormholes permitted their enemy to strike almost wherever they desired and that demanded a lightning fast response fleet. Like a flock of great predatory birds floating in the blackness of space, ready to swoop down the moment their prey appeared.

"The might and anger of the Kree Empire is with Torfa today." He boasted, "Let the Nova Empire purchase the 'services' of the Sakaarians as often as they wish and have those insects assault our worlds. Now that we have spies in the Nova Corps to inform us which planet is targeted, we may finally meet the Sakaarians in open battle and crush them completely. And I swear by the Collective, not a single Sakaarian craft will escape with a Kree citizen today, I will personally ensure it!"

"But those on the planet are afraid all the same of what could be." The Supreme Intelligence sighed- once again mimicking lungs. "They are afraid of Hevnokren's Dread Armada. Afraid of what the Sakaarian raiders would do to them and their families. Afraid of being whisked away to Sakaar to be bartered and sold like cattle."

Ronan considered the sight laid out before him, and saw that she spoke the truth. The planet Torfa, a beautiful white and green planet just lying near the edges of Kree territory. Home to almost six billion Kree souls. It only took a cursory glance to the holographic displays that showed the planet's local media activity to see the palpable fear of the planet's inhabitants. The anxious expressions, the slightest hint of desperation in their voices and the calls for evacuating the planet. Indeed, an atmosphere of dread and trepidation seemed to bear down on the entire planet.

"But most of all…" She said, her voice lowered to a quiet whisper. "...They are afraid of the Monster of Sakaar. Of the fire and ash and death that she brings."

"Klee..." He all but growled the name. And out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny shudder of terror run down the spines of his navigators all across the bridge.

And it ate at him that he could not have done this sooner. His hunt for her was paused when the war with the Nova Empire was reignited- a wish come true for him. And though he had been revelling in doing battle with the Kree Empire's old enemy, there was an anger that burned in him from the destruction of Kree worlds. Each lost world felt like he had failed in his duties. It felt like a personal affront to him.

"Let her come." He calmly announced, "She has eluded me for far too long. And she will pay a thousandfold for every Kree life she has taken so far."

But his brave declaration did not seem to reassure the Supreme Intelligence.

"Fourteen billion Kree dead, reduced to ashes." She said quietly, subtly chiding him for such bravado and reminding him of Dregeth-2 when he had sunk his hand into those mountains of ash- part of the first billion to be massacred by the monster. "And from what few reports we have from Sakaar speak the same thing: The Monster of Sakaar hungers to add the planet Torfa to her bloody tally."

Yes… she was right. He still had a duty to fulfil, now was not the time for bravado. Schooling his face back into a stony expression, he nodded.

"Brief me again about my opponent- about Klee." He requested. "Show me the face of this monster."

And immediately after, an image of a small humanoid child appeared on the display- a beaming grin on her face. Ronan's keen ears were quick to hear the sharp intakes of breaths that could be heard across the bridge. Everyone recognised the visage of the worst war criminal that the Kree Empire had ever known. How could they not when her face featured on wanted posters all over the empire- projected across skyscrapers and on every street corner? And despite the rising 300 million Unit bounty on her head, the posters did nothing but increase her notoriety… and people's fears of her. At this point, everyone in the Kree Empire had lost someone they had known to this monster- all empty graves that they could not even inter with ashes.

And here her hologram-recording was: a small child barely half a decade old skipping, smiling and gesticulating excitedly.

"She looks like an actual innocent child, does she not?" His younger sister's voice bitterly mused as Ronan beheld the hologram of Klee before him. "The predominant theory is that this body belonged to one of its first victims, and it chose to steal the child's body as its own. Likely continuing to mimic the mannerisms of the sweet child in a cruel parody of her innocence. It is tragic that the lost life of a child seems so small now when held beside its other atrocities."

And Ronan could not help but be reminded of his own childhood- of happier, brighter days.

"What do we know of the ship she flies?" He quietly said- changing the subject.

"She commands the vessel named The Floaty Boaty." The Supreme Intelligence continued, and a holographic model of the said 600m long ship floated in the air before him, "Formerly one of the Kree Empire's own cruisers, it was looted and repurposed to be her flagship. It has never seen direct space combat, and thus we know not what its ship-to-ship armaments are… but what we do know are the people that crew it: The deranged and the fanatical. They are all either mentally-ill pyromaniacs who want to see the galaxy burn for its own sake, or cultists who worship her as some juvenile goddess of destruction and wish to sacrifice the entire galaxy to please her. None of them feel a shred of guilt over using the weapon that has given the ship its infamous reputation."

"The Super Jumpy Dumpty bombs." Ronan whispered, and the Supreme Intelligence helpfully displayed the weapon in question as a hologram in front of him.

Round like a ball and twice as tall as he was, the Super Jumpy Dumpty bore a likeness to a small mammalian creature sitting inside a red sack and peeking its head out. Long floppy ears, beady black eyes and a small stitched frown. This weapon that had ended the lives of billions within a single month… was modelled as a child's stuffed rag doll. It made a mockery of all the deaths that it has caused- as if all of them was just a joke for the Monster of Sakaar, and it likely was to her.

"How powerful are these Super Jumpy Dumpty?" He questioned. "What are their blast yields?"

"Steadily increasing." she reported in a worried tone. And the hologram showed the blast radii of the SJDs thus far- multiple red circles on the face of a planet to mark their area of destruction, "The last recorded SJD was estimated to be 80 megatonnes. And if this trend of increasing blast yield continues…"

His sister's voice paused as if just looking over the information made her pause in uneasiness.

"...The Monster of Sakaar would soon only need one of them to end an entire world. A planet-cracking bomb."

Unbidden, a law from the Galactic Laws of War sprung to his mind. Specifically, a law that restricted explosives above a certain blast yield. It was one that the Kree Empire was readily complied with, everyone was happy to do so- even Ronan himself and he wanted to eradicate the Nova Empire. Because all who signed that agreement understood that they would find it acceptable to rule over the ashes of their enemies' cities, but if a planet was split open and scattered across the void of space?

There was nothing to rule over then, no sane galactic civilization would use them.

"Surely, even the Monster of Sakaar would not dare to use them…" Ronan muttered.

"Then you underestimate her willingness to use them to their full, horrifying effect." The Supreme Intelligence bitterly quashed his hopes, "One only needs to look at the fate of the worlds that have surrendered to her."

And Ronan tried to recall when a planet was spared, and thought of none.

"Precisely…" she sighed in a horrified whisper. "Even after her target worlds have surrendered, the Monster of Sakaar seems to derive sadistic pleasure in continuing her orbital bombardment. We have recorded transmissions of entire worlds screaming their surrender only for the bombs to continue falling from the sky. And once she attains planet-cracking bombs, there is no doubt that only a smouldering trail of shattered worlds will be left in her wake."

And that left Ronan feeling… hollow.

As one of the Kree Empire's greatest Accusers, he had borne witness to many evils and madness over the course of grim duties of weeding out the dissenters and the spies. Seething malcontents who want nothing but to burn the whole Kree Empire down for the slights they experienced. Murderous madmen who believed themselves to be the reincarnation of a just god. But even they functioned on some horridly misguided attempt at the greater good.

The Monster of Sakaar was a malicious demon who would consign entire worlds- all their potential, all their resources and all their people- to oblivion. All out of some twisted sense of pleasure. Moreover, she wished that fate upon the whole galaxy, and never had the possibility of an utterly dead galaxy felt so real, or so close to becoming reality.

And for the first time in his long, violent life… Ronan the Accuser, felt dread in the face of evil this utterly sick.

He was about to rouse his crew with a speech, something to uplift morale so that they could all stand together against this great evil that they were about to battle. They needed it, even himself. But before he could do so, a transmission was broadcast across the entire system, on the same frequency reserved for distress signals. And immediately, the video was displayed for all to see: A little humanoid girl in a red hat and coat smiled at them with all the carefree joy of a five-year-old child. And she spoke the four words that everyone in the Kree Empire had come to dread.

"Ta-da~ Klee is here!"

And with that declaration, The Floaty Boaty arrived through the Jump Point… at the head of the entire Sakaarian Fleet. Nervous muttering began to fill the bridge, but with a loud roar, Ronan cut through the chatter.

"Battle stations!" His voice thundered and stamped down the rising panic, "We must stop the Monster of Sakaar here on Torfa! And if we are to join the Collective this day, then so be it! For the Good of All Kree!"

"For the Good of All Kree!"

"For the Good of All Kree…" his lost sister's voice whispered quietly for only him to hear. And if he didn't know better, Ronan would have thought that she worried over their ability to win against this opponent, but can the Supreme Intelligence even know fear?

"We will triumph here today." Ronan reassured her just as much as he was reassuring himself. "And the Monster of Sakaar will be slain here and now."

And Ronan could almost hear the bitter smile in her voice.

"Perhaps… we can only hope. For the Monster of Sakaar? She has truly earned her title." the Supreme Intelligence agreed with a whisper, "Worse than the Mad Titan, worse than even Hevnokren himself. Can she truly be slain so easily? And all this while masked within the hollowed out shell of a child. I shudder to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask. What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty?"

And to that, Ronan did not even dare to imagine what horrific fantasies his foe bore right this moment.

[Sakaarian Cruiser The Floaty Boaty]

"Hehe… fishies." Klee excitedly muttered to herself as she pressed her nose against the glass. The world called 'Torfa' coming into view.

She was so excited that she couldn't help but hop from foot to foot. Hev had mentioned that 'Torfa' had the yummiest fish in the entire sector. She had tasted fish from Torfa before and it was really yummy! But the only thing yummier than fish was fish that she herself had blasted out of the water with her explosives. Because whenever she did that, they always came flying out of the water perfectly cooked! Maybe if she asked real nicely, Hev can let her have Torfa all for herself as her super special fish-blasting planet?

And that's when she noticed the Kree fleet standing between her and her favourite food.

"Oooooo… there's a lotta them here this time!" Klee pointed at the big collection of Kree ships that were all floating over Torfa. And from the way their ships were wider than they were long, they looked like a huge flock of birds in space. "Neat!"

But her assistants on the bridge with her didn't think so.

"The Kree fleet has us outnumbered seven to one!" one of her red-coated Sakaarian assistants shouted out to her- sounding really worried, "Should we call upon Lord Hevnokren's aid?!"

Klee thought about it for a second, but decided she didn't want to. Because if she calls Hev then he'll just win the fight all by himself, and she won't have anyone to use her extra-extra-extra explodey formula that she just made! She wanted to make at least one city explode today.

"Naw, it's fine. We can take 'em on!" She cheered, "Driver! Make us go as fast as we can go and straight at them! Er… someone! Get me a Super Jumpy Dumpty here on the bridge right now!"

And her assistants saluted her.

"Our faith lies in Klee!"

Hev said that her assistants liked to think that she was their own archon. But that was silly! Klee was Klee, she wasn't a cool archon like Venti or Zhongli or Raiden! Then her lead assistant turned to face the others.

"Brothers and Sisters, our time is at hand! We shall go in a blaze of glory for our Goddess requires it! Da Da Da~!"

And as one, her assistants repeated it.

"DA DA DA~!"

"Da da da~!" Klee cheered too. It was fun how people were repeating what she says when she's running around Sakaar. And just as her assistants sat a Super Jumpy Dumpty on the command deck, Klee placed her small hands on the big round belly of her bomb.

"Hmmm, Klee hasn't used this in a while…" she muttered to herself as she focused her tingly and slightly ticklish magic energy into the Super Jumpy Dumpty. It was time to use her other super move that wasn't the Jumpy Dumpty! It was only her second favourite technique because it didn't have any of her special gunpowder formulas like her Jumpy Dumptys did. But it made pretty lights and cool explosions, so it wasn't bad at all!

Klee poured more and more of her energy into the bomb.

"My Goddess, we're in the Kree fleet's optimal firing range!" her assistant reported to her as shots began to strike at the shimmering blue Tesseract-Energy shields of The Floaty Boaty. But she wasn't worried, there was plenty of time!

Then came the rest of the Kree fleet's fire, and the shimmering looked like the turbulent surface of a lake in a storm.

...Maybe she had time? She had only ever used this technique with her regular bombs that fit in her small hands, never with her Jumpy Dumpty that was as big as her. And she had never thought to do it using her Super Jumpy Dumpty that was even bigger than Hev or Bayonetta. And they were huge!

But just as she was starting to get worried, the Super Jumpy Dumpty began to glow- compressing itself to a ball of light that could fit in her palm...

"[Super Sparks 'n' Splash!]" Klee cheered as she let go of the ball. And immediately, a pair of glittering runic arrays blossomed into existence all around the The Floaty Boaty. Shaped like four leaf clovers the colour of roaring flames, each one hundred metres wide. And for three whole seconds, there was only silence as everyone witnessed the spell for the first time.

"Here comes my favourite part!" Klee cheered out loud.

From the centre of one of those massive glowing four-leaf clovers, a great pillar of light as bright as a red star- and just as hot- lanced through space between The Floaty Boaty and the Kree fleet to strike a Kree cruiser right across the bow of their ship… where a massive explosion promptly burst into being and turned the ship into a gargantuan fireball of shattered metal. So powerful was it that the light of the explosion felt warm on her face even from this distance of a few thousand kilometres.

"So pretty…" Klee whispered in awe.

Then came all the rest of the barrage.

The other glowing four-leaf clover runic arrays began firing their own pillars of light- each one striking a destroyer, or a cruiser or the big battleships. The explosive power of her Super Jumpy Dumpty channelled into smaller, but just as pretty explosions that were applied directly to the Kree fleet. Not many ships were able to weather even a single hit from her Sparks 'n' Splash- most of them exploding apart in bright orange fireballs. Also, the way the bright orange beams of light made the Kree ships break in half was funny and nice to look at.

"Hehehehe!" She giggled in delight as she watched the ships hit by her Sparks 'n' Splash explode, "They're breaking apart like really long butter biscuits!"

And her assistants seemed to really like it too.

"Our Goddess has decided that it is not our time yet and has delivered us from death!"

"Hail H.Y.D.R.A.! Hail Klee! Hail our Goddess of Destruction!"

"Hooray!" Klee cheered with them, but their celebration was interrupted by bright flashes exploding everywhere in space.

"The rest of our fleet has engaged the enemy, my Goddess!" Her assistant reported to her somewhere behind her. And it looked like the rest of the Sakaarian Fleet behind her wasn't letting her do all the work either. Bright blue bolts of Tesseract-Energy cannons flying filled the black starscape like pouring rain as their motley assortment of Sakaarian ships started firing at the Kree fleet. A lot of the Kree fleet tried to shoot back with their own smaller, and less explosive lasers, but the blue shimmering of the Tesseract-Energy shield told Klee that they were plenty safe.

"Yay!" Klee cheered. "Blow them all up! Even the really small ones that fly out of them!"

"The escape pods, my Goddess?" Her assistants clarified with her. And Klee smiled back.

"Mhm!" She chirped happily- jumping excitedly in place before remembering something important. She aimed a questioning look at her assistant, "Wait, is that against those silly Galactic Laws of War they keep yelling about?"

"Yes, my Goddess."

"Then we should really do it now!" Klee grinned- pumping a fist into the air. "Johanna said so! And the escape pods pop like little firecrackers, so it's really funny to watch!"

"As you will it, my Goddess!" Her assistant saluted before relaying it into her holographic console, "All TE-cannon batteries, prioritise the escape pods. Our Goddess demands their destruction! No mercy, no respite!"

"As our Goddess commands!"

And just as ordered, streams of bright blue Tesseract-Energy cannon fire shot out of the hardpoints of the Floaty Boaty. And just as she expected, the escape pods only needed to be hit once before they made a cute little explosion that looked more like they're popping. It was even funnier by how many of them there were!

"Hehehehehe!" Klee giggled- pressing her nose against the glass, "It's like watching small clumps of gunpowder explode. So cute!"

And in the midst of all the sparkly explosion lasers and Tesseract-Energy barrages and exploding, their new Asgardian friends with their golden boats expertly weaved into the enemy ships- smashing into the battleships where their newest friends were beating up the Kree face to face.

"The Asgardians have begun their boarding actions!" her Sakaarian assistant loudly informed her, "Marking out the ships that the Asgardians have now boarded!"

And not even a minute passed before the Kree battleships stopped firing, likely because they were busy fighting off Hev's new Asgardian raider friends. Soon, they'll get shiny new battleships for Hev too.

"Awww… That looks so fun! " Klee pouted as she reached into her leather backpack to pull out mini SJD that sat on the palm of her hand, "Launching Super Jumpy Dumptys from orbit is really nice and all, but Klee sometimes misses throwing bombs by hand! I want to do a boarding too!"

"But, My Goddess, the Kree Fleet is already retreating!" her assistant called out.

"Wah!? Already?" Klee boggled as she saw just what was described: the Kree fleet's big, bird-like ships were turning around to leave through the galactic teleportation network even as her Super Sparks 'n' Splash and the Sakaarian fleet continued to blast at the closest ones. Panicking that she might lose the chance to throw bombs again, she tried to shoot at them with her Super Sparks 'n' Splash, but they just didn't have the range for it. And she could only watch helplessly as the Kree ships began doing that teleporty-jumping through the network- mostly unexploded.

"I am sorry, my Goddess!" her Sakaarian assistant mournfully apologised- sounding really sorry too, "But we do not have the equipment to track them through the teleportation network. Perhaps Lord Hevnokren can help you?"

"Mmm… it's okay." she huffed in response- feeling another pout on her lips already. "Klee just needs something with longer reach next time."

Then she remembered something that was enough to make her smile.

"That's right, at least we still have a capital city to bomb!" Klee chirped- finding it easy to cheer up with more Kree to explode, "Klee even brought her newest extra-extra-extra explodey formulas. Maybe we can get a new high score this time! Assistants, maneuver us so that we can achieve geostationary orbit above the capital city!"

"Yes, my Goddess!"

And Klee grinned, proud of herself at how she was able to use the bigger, fancier words to say that she wants to be right above her target. She's a big girl now.

"We have the planetary governor on the line to formally surrender. Shall we accept, my Goddess?" one of her assistants reported, and Klee had to think about it for a moment. Hev usually didn't let her take calls from people she was supposed to make explode, because he said that he didn't want people picking on her. But maybe she's allowed now that she's going to school and using big words, right?

"Uhm… put it on the display, please?" Klee requested- really curious now, "I want to talk to them."

And immediately, a holographic display of a blue-skinned Kree in fancy black clothes and standing in his fancy office appeared before her. And boy did he look angry!

"- what we must then we surrender, you monster!" the Kree governor shouted at her, "But know that even in chains we will resist you at every turn! The Kree spirit cannot be shackled nor can it be broken!"

And Klee frowned. Monster? Her?

"Grr! Forget the fish for now." Klee harrumphed, "Hev said to make people who pick on Klee explode. So, it's time to go boom, you Kree meanie!"

She didn't know what that other word meant, but it sounded like a naughty word. And Hev already told all her assistants on The Floaty Boaty that naughty words were going to get punished, so that means she should punish the Kree capital city for saying it too. The best way to deal with bullies and meanies were to blow them up, especially from orbit!

"Wait, is this The Floaty Boaty?" the blue Kree whispered in horror before hurriedly bowing low, "Oh honourable Klee, we beg-"

But she wasn't having it.

"Hmph!" Klee crossed her arms, switched off the transmission and pouted. "Klee is not a monster."

"We don't think you're a monster, my Goddess." her Sakaarian assistant reassured her, and all her assistants nodded in agreement- smiling at her, "You're the opposite of that."

"Aww… thanks!" she smiled again. Everyone from Sakaar was always so nice to her, not like the people from the Kree Empire or the Nova Empire. No wonder Hev wanted her to make them explode!

"The bomb bay crews are awaiting confirmation, my Goddess." her assistants looked to her, "The planet has surrendered after all."

And this time, she didn't even need to think about it.

"I want to test out the Super Jumpy Dumptys with extra-extra-extra explodey formulas!" She cheered before talking into her comms, "Bomb bay assistants, you have conformation! I want to see how loud they can go boom!"

"Yes, my Goddess!"

She pressed her nose against the glass to watch the parade of Super Jumpy Dumptys. It was single file this time as they dropped into the atmosphere and to the capital city where that mean Kree planetary governor of Torfa was at. On top of wanting him to explode, Klee honestly really wanted to know how her formulas did.

"Oh Boy… I hope I can get a new high score this time!" Klee cheered. She was learning fancy words, dealt with the stupid Kree meanie who was being picking on her, and she was going to get a new high score with her new extra-extra-extra explodey formulas. She was a big girl now!

Hev and Johanna are going to be so proud of her!

[Dragon's Tower, Sakaar]

I, Hevnokren, Dragon God of Conquest, Warlord of Sakaar, 'Heavenly Dragon Star Emperor' of the Dragon Balls, and Emperor of Dread Armada… had taken up a day job on Earth.

Well, less of a day job and more of an infiltration mission. I needed to erect a Dragon's Tower here on Earth, specifically on one of their largest ley lines which coincidentally happens to be here in New York. If this was any other planet, I would have just conquered the planet so that I could build unimpeded. But I still wanted to leave the earthlings mostly intact for my benefit, so there was a need to do it inconspicuously, hence the need for a respectable day job.

But it wasn't all out of an obligation.

The negotiations with the Company had gone well, and I had reached an agreement with them: PvP was put on indefinite hold, and that meant that it was time to actually enjoy what this universe had to offer in terms of amusement and ass. No more will I be perpetually planning for the next PvP encounter, instead it was time to get myself a front row seat of the action as the whole world devolves into a glorious and incredibly amusing Free-for-All over my Dragon Balls. And what better way to kill time in between planetary conquests than to walk among humans and steal their girlfriends and wives?

"May as well do it while dressed well." My deep voice muttered as I straightened out my suit, "How do I look?"

My 'old-fashioned' waifu, Johanna, looked me over. The beautiful Samus Aran look alike had a frilly white apron over her black office wear, a frown of disapproval on her pretty lips as her clear blue eyes stared in at my navy blue suit.

"Well, it is no Hugo Boss, but this will do..." Johanna mentioned as her slender hands fixed my tie. And I couldn't help but nod in agreement, it was good having a waifu that actually lived in the same time period of modern day designers. "... if you were employed as a circus clown. Who are you wearing?"

I frowned.

"It's a suit by Zegna." My deep voice pointed out to her as if I had to justify wearing one of the best known Italian suit designers. But the way the blonde wrinkled her nose in mild disgust told me that she had little respect for the name.

"That Italian is still in business?" She scoffed in mild disgust, "I had commissioned suits from his design house before in 1934 or 1935, but found them disappointing. Italians always are."

"Well, someone was still upset about the Italians switching sides in the last world war." I laughed, "Who knows? They just might stick with whichever side they take in this upcoming one for my Dragon Balls. As for the suit though…"

But that seemed to have given her pause. Her clear blue eyes staring right at me as comprehension filled them.

"So, you have distributed some artefact called the Dragon Balls here on this planet." Johanna correctly guessed with an exasperated sigh, "What part must they be playing in your reckless scheme for them to lead to another World War?"

Oh, that's right, I haven't informed anyone apart from Fischl and Zee about my Dragon Ball plan. Oh well, that can only add to my amusement later on.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled back at her- casually brushed off her concerns. "But in regards to my suit, I'll simply make my own then. Hopefully, the Skyrim Skill [Smithing] will be useful in crafting one."

And Johanna merely gave a long suffering sigh at my evading the question- knowing that it was useless to try and ask.

"The Captain…" the pony-tailed blonde just moved on to the next subject, "You led him to the park yesterday night. To what end?"

I shrugged.

"I thought it would be amusing, and it was." I teased as I pulled up a holographic video of last night's meeting when the blonde had jumped her in her seat and did a cute surprised squeak at the sight of Captain America standing in front of her. I gave the beautiful blonde a smug smile, "See? Highly amusing. Also, you're cute when you're embarrassed."

"Cute is not the word that I would use to describe someone such as myself." Johanna immediately and vehemently denied… all while her cheeks were burning with embarrassment as she tried to look intimidating in her frilly white apron.

The way she crossed her arms over her generous chest just highlighted how her hefty DD puppies were straining against the fabric. But before she could continue with her tirade of how menacing she is. And before I could start dicking her down into a twitching mess of post-orgasmic bliss in response, the door opened to reveal the last member to this happy little family. Her bright red coat and pageboy cap bobbing, and her leather backpack full of hand-nukes shuffling audibly inside with each step she took.

"Hev! Johanna!" Klee beamed happily as she broke out into a dash- hugging each of us around our legs.

Johanna shot me one last cute glare before moving to greet our daughter.

"Welcome home, Klee." the older blonde smiled- placing a sweet kiss on the giggling child's forehead. And I once again marvelled at how seamlessly Johanna had switched to being a doting mother the moment Klee walks in. "Did you have a good raid, Klee?"

"Ehehehe~!" Klee giggled at the contact and smiled even wider- throwing her hands in the air. "Klee has finished making those Kree fleet and city explode! I tried my Super Sparks 'n' Splash for the first time! And also, the Kree planetary governor shouted mean things including a naughty word at Klee over the comms, so Klee made their capital city explode extra hard for it."

I had a feeling of deja vu like we had this discussion before.

"Did they happen to be shouting 'We surrender'?" I asked in a knowing tone while giving Klee an expectant stare.

"Yes! That's the naughty word!" She grinned, right before seeing my stare and realising that she was in the wrong, "Oh… 'surrender' isn't a naughty word?"

"No, it isn't, Klee." Johanna gently reminded her like a mother would remind her child to brush her teeth, "It means that they give up- permitting you to do whatever you want to them. An old subordinate of mine used to say 'Discovery requires experimentation.' And people who have surrendered are good for that."

I'm pretty sure that's not what surrender means either.

"Phew! That's great." our little girl giggled, "Klee thought she messed it up. It's good that they were surrendering 'cuz what I wanted was to use my new extra-extra-extra explodey formula. They should surrender more often because I have so many more formulas to try!"

I was finding this interaction hilarious: The previous generation of war criminals teaching the next one that the enemy surrendering essentially means that they're volunteering to be your slaves/lab rats. This must be breaking all sorts of space Geneva Convention laws. But thankfully, as leader of Sakaar, I don't recall ever signing anything of the sort, nor will I ever. We can't break an agreement concerning the humane treatment of prisoners of war if you never agreed to it in the first place.

"Can I go to school now?!" Klee asked- brimming with excitement. She was practically the only child in America right now that wants to go to school.

"Don't underestimate the importance of breakfast, liebling." Johanna gently reminded her.

"Uh… Klee just ate some fish, but waffles are great too!" Klee beamed as she climbed up to her chair while Johanna served her a plate of waffles which Klee promptly drowned in syrup- her orange eyes glittering in delight all the while. And so, this happy little family of war criminals sat down for some breakfast. And I couldn't help but wonder how things ended up like this: Johanna seemed to have a genuine motherly affection for Klee now, and I am unsure how that happened. But I suppose it didn't matter, because what truly matters was that this was still amusing. Especially how Captain America has been treating Johanna and Klee.

"How goes the progress of our orbital shipyard?" I asked from Johanna as she sat down. "The Sakaarian fleet needs to become the Dread Armada. And to do that, I need more ships, and much bigger ones that can carry even bigger guns, Johanna."

Immediately, the pony-tailed blonde brought up a hologram of the shipyard in question. Looking professional even with her frilly white apron still on.

"Two weeks at most." She reported, "It will be finished even sooner once I can devise a way to properly harness that 'Ether-Energy' from the Reality Stone- it has proven to be a different beast compared to the Tesseract. However… There is no denying that the ability to reshape matter with just a thought would be a very effective technique in construction and manufacturing. Manufacturing corvettes in mere minutes. Cruisers in an hour. An entire kilometre-long battleship in a single day."

And once the galactic superpowers see that Sakaar can make its own fleets that fast, then the three-way war for the entire Andromeda galaxy will truly begin. And once that happens, I fully expect fleets of thousands of ships to start assaulting Sakaar in a desperate war of annihilation. Kill-or-be-killed on a galactic scale. I honestly can't wait until that happens.

"Oh, oh!" Klee raised her hand excitedly as she looked like she wanted to say something. And Johanna's features softened at her.

"Klee, this is not school." She reminded her gently, "There is no need to raise your hand."

"Can you make The Floaty Boaty bigger and faster, please?" Klee pleaded- clasping her hands together, "I want to carry more Super Jumpy Dumptys with me!"

"Retrofitting a cruiser into a battlecruiser?" Johanna hummed- gently wiping off the crumbs off of Klee's cheek, "Normally, retrofitting a ship into a different class is simply not done. However, with Ether-Energy manipulation, I believe that would be feasible. You can have your larger warship, liebling."

"Thank you!" Klee bubbled with a smile before going back to stuffing her face with waffles.

"And with the Ether-Energy manufactured ships together with Project Fortnite..." I added with a malicious grin, "The Dread Armada can finally sweep the galaxy in an unstoppable horde of ships crewed by only the strongest that the gene pool can offer. Perfect."

"And since we're on the topic…" Johanna began- her clear blue eyes staring straight at me, "Klee has her Assistants, and Sylvie has her Royal Guard. I believe it is time for H.Y.D.R.A.- for me- to have my own dedicated personal paramilitary forces."

The HYDRA leader wants to have her own deathly loyal paramilitary force that she's going to dress in Hugo Boss, arm with Tesseract-Energy weapons and have them goose-stepping all over the galaxy. Things couldn't possibly go wrong! A second time, at least.

"Just ask Zee." I shrugged, "I recall that she was working on something along those lines as a hobby. She'll be amenable to helping you out with your personal paramilitary, if you can aid her with some of her designs in return."

"Indeed, Dr. Zee's genius reminds me of Dr. Zola." Johanna hummed in agreement. "The Swiss always seem to have scientific and technological expertise that far surpasses our own. Her Biotic Technology was a miraculous display of cloning tissue… I would not have dreamed such technology would have been possible 70 years ago… but if she can clone tissue, who can say that she can't…"

And Johanna leaned back against her seat- leaving me to admire the resulting jiggle under the white apron.

"The one weapon that the Allies had that could have stopped all the weapons borne of the Tesseract. And did." she whispered in sudden realisation. "The one."

Her blue eyes snapped to me like I was some sort of genius who planned for all this to happen. It's like she didn't know me. Of course, I didn't plan for it! Half the things I had been doing were for the giggles alone. But this conversation was taking an interesting turn nonetheless.

"After his transformation, an army colonel once said, 'The US Army wanted an army, but all they got was him.'" my rumbling voice quoted from the Captain America movie- egging on Johanna's train of thought.

"The Captain… Slightly lacking in intelligence, but a model soldier nonetheless." She agreed- a rising tone of feverish excitement in her voice, "So, what if… Ah."

The blonde's slender gloved hand gripped the lapels of my suit jacket and pulled me down into a fevered, grateful kiss. Her large soft globes pressed against my chest- hardened points poking through her apron. A long, toned thigh needily rubbing against my crotch.

"You…" This very busty blonde's husky voice breathed in a hot whisper, "You have given me a fine gift."

Normal women get this enthusiastic when you give them jewellry, makeup or designer bags. This sexy blonde in the form-fitting office wear reaches the same point because I am giving her a clone army of Captain America for her galactic conquest/policing needs. I personally wasn't a big fan of clones, because, unlike with putting random people, putting them in a free-for-all, last-man-standing deathmatch was pointless in determining who was the strongest. But if it made my women hornier for me then I guess that was a plus?

"Ew." Klee gagged- reminding , and we moved apart.

"Yes… Not in front of Klee." Johanna murmured- straightening her clothes and sitting back down. "It is bad for her emotional development. But I digress… I would conscript the good doctor after she is done aiding you with Project Fortnite. Would that be acceptable?"

"Well, it's up to you to convince her." I shrugged. A hands-off policy for interactions between my waifus was working best for me. Mainly because I have a universe to conquer, micromanaging the girls I fuck and dealing with their drama was beneath me. "Zee should be pretty free after Project Fortnite is finished."

"Very well." Johanna nodded- already deep in thought as to how she was going to recruit the Swiss scientist/doctor's help with her personal project. For now, it was time to lay the groundwork for that Dragon's Tower, and my eventual front-row seat for the World War over the Dragon Balls. And have a taste of the fine women of the MCU while I was at it.

"I will see you both later." I announced as I stood up from the table- gently patting Klee on her head as I passed her by. "Have fun in school, my little thermobaric bomb."

"I will!" the little girl in red giggled at the touch- sliding off her seat to hug my leg with her small arms, "See you later, Hev!"

Johanna also stepped up.

"I'll have a proper progress report ready on our improved industrial capacity once you return." she informed me with a serious nod as she fixed my tie one last time.

"I'll miss you too, 'dear.'" My deep voice rumbled in a laugh as my large hand gave those tight firm globes lightly of hers covered in black slacks an appreciative squeeze.

"Ehehe!" Klee giggled at the sight of the older blonde jumping slightly in surprise, and Johanna sighed with a small exasperated smile.

"You know how to contact me if you need anything." I reminded them both as I walked through the portal to my destination, but not before taking one last glance over my shoulder to see Johanna and Klee waving me goodbye. It was a scene that would not have looked out of place in any warm home on earth: a father, a mother, and a child. Or in this case, a warlord rape-dragon, a semi-retired cult leader who was developing WMDs, and an eight-year-old war criminal with a body count in the billions.

In other words, a happy little family.

['San Francisco, California'] (A few hours later)

I was about to do something that people would definitely call "A pro gamer move": I was going to cuck two men with just one woman and get shit done. And in my opinion, it was the height of genius on my part: I was achieving a higher efficiency of cucking people that I haven't reached before.

And the only reason I was doing it was because I found myself with a lot more free time than before.

With the PvP situation handled for now, it was time to enjoy life in the MCU, and what better way to do that than to bed every named female character in the universe? I had already knocked up Black Widow and planned to get a second taste of the sexy redhead later on. But for now, it was time to get a sample of a side character this time.

Margaret 'Maggie' Lang was the ex-wife of Scott Lang (otherwise known as Ant-man), and current fiance of Officer WhatsHisFace McMinorCharacter.

I chose her mainly because I had been curious about her daughter (and coincidentally Ant-man's biological daughter) and her eligibility for the upcoming Project Fortnite, and having a milf to enjoy while I did my evaluating of her daughter was a splendid idea.

Ultimately, it was all part of my plan to set up Earth as my vacation planet, I had been setting up the infrastructure that I needed for my… fun. Many legitimate and illegitimate shell companies were already being established or taken over. The law enforcement authorities, both state and federal, were being infiltrated. And most importantly, false identities were being established. Which was why I was here in this regional bank, 'working' as the acting supervisor. Day-to-day operations were rightfully delegated to someone else, I'm just here to enjoy my 'do nothing job' that gave me power over people.

Even now, I was messing with the San Franciscans, and it was amusing.

No one had noticed yet, but the entire interior of the bank was actually on Sakaar. People walked into the bank's entrances expecting to enter the building, instead the entrances were actually portals that led to an identical floor layout in my Dragon's Tower. And it essentially allowed me to interact with Earthlings for extended periods of time without affecting my mission timer, and with them none the wiser.

Peering out of the window of my 2nd floor office and down the bank's lobby, it was easy to pick out my target from among the crowd of people who were lined up for their banking needs.

Normally, I'd just ambush Maggie Lang like I did with Black Widow. Forcing girls down against their will and fucking them until they reluctantly climaxed will always have its appeal, but reluctant sex tricked/coerced out of them had an appeal all on its own too. And right now, I was going to try it out on Ant-man's fairly hot ex-wife, and Maggie Lang definitely had it going for her. Dressed in a white button down blouse and long green skirt, she was about 5' 7" (1.71 m) with curly blonde hair framing a cute fair-skinned face. Motherhood had apparently done her huge favour: giving her deliciously perky C-cup breasts, and an amazing ass. All-in-all a Californian housewife milf in my opinion.

Cucking Ant-man has never been easier. It was easy to find out everything about Maggie Lang: I had teleporting Black Widows after all. Maggie was currently neck deep in debt from some unfortunate business choices. And if I recall correctly, she was in the red for $350 thousand after a costly attempt at opening a restaurant in Los Angeles. It was mildly surprising that she had that much money to work with, but I suppose that was Ant-man's stolen money at work.

Her police officer fiancee was here with her too. Out of uniform, of course. A fairly tall man with dark hair, not particularly fit. And unfortunately for him, his presence here wasn't about to stop me from claiming his fiance as my own.

Activating the intercom on my desk, I opened a line to my secretary just outside my office door.

"The lines are looking too long for my liking." I informed her, "You and I are going to start handling clients ourselves. Send me the next one, you can take the one after."

"Yes, supervisor." she immediately replied. And what a coincidence, the next one in line just happened to be Maggie Lang and her fiancé. Two of them were led up to my office. And the moment she walked through the door and caught sight of me, she immediately stopped in her tracks and her fiancé eyed suspiciously.

"Thank you for banking with us today." I cordially greeted them with a smile. "My name's Armstrong, how can I help you today?"

"Oh, uh…" She wordlessly hesitated as her green eyes looked at me up and down as I sat there. It must have been intimidating how extravagant I looked in my flawlessly tailored blue suit that I crafted myself. The Skyrim skill [Smithing] was utter BS and I loved it… Or it may just be that I was still a seven-feet-tall pillar of battle-hardened Dovahkiin. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to be…"

But Mr. McMinorCharacter stepped in for Maggie- flashing a reassuring smile at me as he de-escalated the situation.

"I think what my fiancé is trying to say is that we don't usually see men as buff as you working financials, Mr. Armstrong." He smoothly complimented me while gently guiding Maggie through the door and to my desk.

"It's quite alright. I get that reaction a lot." I reassured them, "Thank you for the compliment, and I can assure you that I am very much qualified for the job. How may I help you with your concerns today?"

"Go on, babe." he nudged her gently. "You're the one who got the documents."

Maggie Lang gave me an extremely nervous look, but took a seat in front of my desk all the same. And that's when I noticed that she had unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse- showing a hint of that creamy cleavage. She likely did that when she was climbing the stairs to here. Was she hoping to gain a better deal by putting on the sex appeal with her fiancé right next to her? Now that move certainly piqued my interest. I had come expecting to do all the coercing, but it seemed that she was willing to use her body as a bargaining chip to an extent.

Time to see how cheaply I can get her to whore herself out to me.

"We're applying for a home equity loan. Preferably one over 10 years." she explained, pulling out a fat folder and placing it on my desk, "Here's all the documents I have on the house. H-how much can we get?"

And as she asked that, she made sure to lean forward a bit- showing off her pale cleavage. And I pretended not to notice. Let's see if I can't make her sweat a bit.

Nodding briefly, I gave a show of leafing through the documents in the folder before consulting my laptop.

"In the current market, the valuation of your domicile would place it at around $1.2 million." I recounted, "There are still some procedures to follow before I can officially give you a tentative number for the lump-sum that you'll get. All in all, it will take 3-5 weeks before I can close your HEL application."

It's a good thing that I had both Company Perks [Science Talent] and [Performance Talent]. Otherwise, pulling that much BS out of my rear would have been hard when I knew next to nothing about running a bank or giving a loan. And judging from the way the blonde milf winced a bit, I had done a convincing performance of being a heartless banker.

"And unofficially?" She suggested in a weak voice.

"Off the records?" I considered with a hum, "Deducting the remaining mortgage off the property and barring any serious defect to the property, I think a tentative quote of around $580 thousand with an interest rate of 5.60% seems likely."

They both drew their lips in a thin line at that. And Mr. McMinorCharacter once again took the lead.

"We were told that this branch specialised in good home equity loans." He subtly hinted that they were expecting more money.

"And we are." I readily assured them, "What you will get will definitely be at least $30 thousand more than what competitor banks would offer."

And at that, Maggie Lang blanched at the thought that this was the best deal that they'll be offered. Fortunately for me, her fiancé's phone rang at that moment. And the dark-haired man nodded at us both.

"Excuse me, it's work." He said with an apologetic smile, "I have to take this call, I'll just step outside for a moment."

He briefly kissed Maggie Lang- whispering 'Be right back, babe.' And with that, he stood up and exited the room with his phone to his ear- leaving just Maggie and me in my office.

"Do you have children, Mr. Armstrong?" She meekly asked.

"I do." I immediately respond, because at this point, Klee definitely counts. "A cute hyperactive eight-year-old girl…"

Who carpet nukes cities from orbit as a pastime, who is also single-handedly responsible for the widespread proliferation of city-busting WMDs in two galaxies, who is also the most wanted war criminal in the galactic cluster with a 'Dead or Alive' bounty that exceeds even my own, and finally, whose name was said in hushed tones of fear and terror by almost a trillion souls across the galaxies to the point that uttering her name in public was seen as the planetary equivalent of a bomb threat.

"... and she makes me proud." I finished with a small smile, and Maggie immediately latched on to that.

"Then you know how raising a daughter can be difficult..." She began her sob story, "My ex hasn't sent a dime of child support, and my fiancé is just a police detective. I want to raise my little girl, but I can not."

Yes, yes. Ant-man was a self-sacrificing 'steal from the rich and give to the poor' type who got jailed and Officer McMinorCharacter isn't made of money to be able to pay off a $350 thousand debt like it was nothing.

"Can you please give me a better deal?" Maggie pleaded, "Any other solutions that you can offer me?"

"A sugar daddy arrangement then?" I proposed in a casual tone.

"W-what?" the blonde blurted out indignantly as if she wasn't the one who had partially unbuttoned her top to show off her cleavage. "You'd take advantage of people like that?"

Damn, this woman was sending some mixed signals. But I took it in stride, because although her mouth was saying one thing, her body was saying another. The frantic beating of her heart was almost audible, the heavy blush of her cheeks, the heavy breaths, and the sweet scent of her arousal… I seem to have struck some fetish of hers.

"Feel free to say no." I shrugged, "Your current situation is of your own making. If you're looking for an easy solution that comes free, you'll be sorely disappointed. But you are lucky that easy solutions even exist for you."

And with those words, I casually placed a crisp stack of $50 thousand in front of her, and she immediately stared at it like a hungry cougar would a tasty zebra… before realising what she was doing and looked up at me- my intense gaze readily meeting her eyes.

"Just say no," My deep voice dared her with a whisper. "And we can continue like nothing happened. But if you say yes…?"

I gave the stack of $50 thousand a friend by placing another $50 thousand stack next to it. And the blonde gulped at the sight before I leaned closer to her, and her pretty green eyes wide in disbelief at how brazen I was.

"...You'll find that paying off your existing debt will be surprisingly easy."

"My fiancé is just outside the door!" She whispered with an unsteady voice- glancing over her shoulder to the door where her fiancé was taking his call. And that only seemed to turn her on even more.

"I know what I want." I mutter in a growl- deliberately glancing down to her soft cleavage so that she noticed, "And he isn't about to stop me. Are you?"

My directness earned a tiny shiver of arousal that seemed to crawl over her entire body. And it confirmed my suspicions of her- about what kind of woman Maggie Lang was. She was the type of woman who knowingly married a thug after all. Specifically the type who liked 'bad boys.' And now that the future Ant-man was in jail, she overcompensated by getting engaged to the more stable and straight-laced Officer WhatsHisFace; but that preference of hers was still there.

An exciting affair with an affluent bad boy who wants her? One of those 'Fifty Shades of Grey' fantasies that middle-aged women feverishly schlick themselves to? Margaret Lang could scarcely resist.

"Fine, I'll… I'll do what you want." She whispered in a tiny voice- fidgeting in her seat as I dragged my gaze up and down her shapely body. "I'm yours."

"Then let's see if you can't prove it by being obedient." I smirked at her, "Lose the panties, Margaret."

Another shiver ran down her spine, and hesitantly, the hot blonde milf pulled up her soft green skirt- exposing long creamy thighs as her fingers found the waistband of her panties and slid them off. The deep red cotton visibly soaked as it slid as she shyly picked it up- leaning down to flash her creamy cleavage. She went to place it in her purse, but I stopped her.

"Good, now hand them to me." I ordered her- locking my eyes with hers as she just handed the wet ball of fabric for me to pocket. A deep red blush on her cute face. I bet if I had also asked for her bra, she'd be poking through her white blouse just about now. But I'm glad that I didn't, because the door clicked open to reveal her fiancé, and I barely had the time to hide the stacks of cash back under the desk.

"I'm sorry." He cluelessly apologised while scratching his head, "There were some questions about my last patrol. Where have you two discussed so far?"

'Your fiancé just finished handing her soaked panties to me.' was what I immediately wanted to answer, but I think I'll save that conversation for after I've thoroughly claimed his fiancé.

"We were just chatting about our daughters." I answered instead- smiling at the clueless man.

"You have one too?" He guffawed, "They can be handful, right?"

"Right." I gave an indulgent smile, "Cassie sounds like a good kid. Same age as my own. I'd hate for a girl that young to be swept up with our grownup matters."

And his brown eyes lit up with hope- oblivious to his nervous fiance sitting next to him.

"So, you'll help us get a better deal?" He confirmed with a grateful expression. And I merely smiled magnanimously at them like I wasn't about to thoroughly creampie his fiance the moment he left the room. Time to feed Officer McMinorCharacter some BS so that I had an excuse to keep doing fucking his fiance behind his back.

"Hey, listen…" I began- lowering my voice into a conspiratorial whisper, "...I know the guy who is in charge of the majority of the property valuations in the city. Now, I can't convince him to suddenly see immense value in your property...but what I can do is to volunteer to do the valuation. And I like to think that I'm more generous with my appraisal. You don't mind if I come over for dinner once a week or so to do my 'appraisal', do you?"

"Once a week?" Maggie squeaked- knowing that she'll be spending those times either on her knees or bent over every furniture in that house, and her clueless fiancé just wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, it'll be alright, babe." He reassured her- before smiling at me, "We'd love to have you over, Armstrong. It's the least we can do when you're doing us a favour."

"My lady is partial to Italian." I said with a small smile- knowing that Johanna definitely isn't. It'll make for a funny reaction though.

"Pasta and pizza night, it is!" He clapped with a cheerful guffaw. "You should bring Mrs. Armstrong and the little princess over too!"

Then his phone rang an audible jingle- making him fish it out of his pants and flash an apologetic smile at me.

"Oh, speaking of daughters…" He placed a hand on Margaret's shoulder, "Babe, it's time to pick up Cassie from school."

I aimed a pointed stare at Margaret. And fortunately, she got my message: 'You stay here.' I didn't have anything personal against Ant-man, but I was fucking his ex's brains out anyway. As for Mr. McMinorCharacter, I couldn't care less.

"Uh, can you pick her up today, Jim?" She smiled up at her fiancé, "I'll stay here and straighten things out with Mr. Armstrong."

"Just call me when you're done." The now named 'Jim' reminded her as he kissed her gently.

"Drive safe, Jim." Margaret waved at her fiancé as he exited the room and the door once again clicked shut. Once again leaving me alone with this sexually-submissive blonde milf.

"Now that he's gone, why don't you give me a show of that hot body that I'll be enjoying every week from now on." I goaded her on while returning the two stacks of $50 thousand onto the table.

"W-will you really? Come visit every week?" Margaret shyly whispered as her slender hands began unbuttoning her white blouse, and I was treated to the sight of her deep red bra that matched the pair of panties she handed to me. With a single smooth movement, and she removed even that- releasing those perky C-cups from their cotton confines with an appetising jiggle. Her rosy pink nipples were already stiff, and were tell tale signs of how much this is turning her on.

"More than once a week actually, anywhere and anytime I want you." My deep voice growled possessively at her as I gestured her to come closer to me- delicious breasts swaying with every step, "You'll have plenty of time to enjoy your spending money with your happy little family..."

And obediently, she sauntered over to me in just her thin green skirt. She wasn't the sexiest blonde that I've been with. She didn't have the litheness of Sylvie, or Jean's athletic mile-long legs or Johanna's generous bust. Because unlike them, Margaret was a mere mortal woman, but damn if she didn't look like a delicious snack thanks to motherhood. With softness of her curves that only women who had pushed out a child had, Margaret was the quintessential milf.

"Well, someone has been eager…" I began, trailing a pair of fingers up her inner thigh where I followed that trail of wetness right to the source, "This dripping wet, all at the thought about cheating on your fiancé? What an uncontrollable slut."

"N-no…. That's no- Mmm~!" She whimpered in pleasure as soon as my fingers reached her bare womanhood- the softness of her nether lips was matched only by how incredibly soaked she was.

"Whenever we're alone, you'll call me 'Sir' or 'Master.'" I demanded- sinking a pair of fingers into her dripping snatch- curling them against her g-spot. "Understood?"

Mind meltingly good pleasure brought about by the Company Perk [Sticky Fingers] was hard to resist. Especially since that same Perk could be used on Goddesses. This normal human milf stood no chance.

"Y-yesss master!" Margaret immediately shouted out as her climax crashed into her. Her inner walls squeezed tight around my digits as she screamed her pleasure. This poor slut must have been backed up, because she immediately lost control of her legs just then, and for a brief moment, I was holding her up by her madly cumming snatch. Mouth open in a 'O' of pleasure, she readily wore an expression of ecstasy on her pretty face. Her slender hands held onto my forearm, sporadically thrust her hips against my hand and greedily fucking herself onto my fingers

"Selfish slut." I scoffed as I guided the curvy blonde to a position where I could take pleasure too. Bending her over my desk until she had her delicious breasts pressed up against the surface, I pushed her face down right beside where the stack of cash was- a reminder that she was not just a sexy milf whore, she was my sexy milf whore.

"I want you to think about your ex and your fiancé." I growled lowly to her as my large hands yanked her skirt off of her and left her in nothing but her short heels. Her delicate quim dripped nectar as I pushed her feet spread wide from each other and unzipped my pants. "You're going to beg for my cock to mess up this little pussy of yours while you think about how far away the both of them are right now."

And true to her nature, she didn't even hesitate for even a second.

"P-please." Margaret pleaded- her nether lips twitching against the tip of my cock as if kissing it worshipfully. "Please mess up my little pussy with your amazing cock!"

And being the generous warlord that I was, I rammed every inch of my shaft into her welcoming slit.

"Ohhhhyeesssss~!" She immediately shouted out in pleasure, and I was glad that the office was soundproofed. More so when I began sliding in and out of her, her panting moans of pleasure just flowing out of her. And it was an enjoyable experience as well- her silky insides were soft, wet and warm as she squeezed down around my rod. Nothing like cucking two men with a hot and eager milf.

"It's so fucking big!" Margaret exclaimed- clenching her eyes tight from the sensations as she pushed her full bubbly milf ass against my hips. The wet slapping sound echoing through the office.

"Yes, yes. Better than either your ex or your fiancé, I'm sure." I laughed from the overused NTR lines. But Margaret paid it no heed, simply pushing her ass back to meet as many of my thrusts as she could- dragging her stiff nipples across the laquered oak of my desk.

"Cumming again!" She screamed as her inner walls clenched like a vice around my thick shaft. But I didn't slow down- continuing to hammer away at her hot slit.

"N-n, please, I'm still so sensitive!" She half-begged and half-moaned out as I just klept fucking her- crashing orgasm after orgasm against her. Having her helpless and cumming underneath the furious pounding of my hips that made the desk creak with each savage thrust. "O-Oh fuucck I'm cumming again!"

Busy panting and dripping my semen from her well-fucked hole.

"Gather your wits, pet." I rolled my eyes as I fished her phone out of her purse and placed it right in front of her face, "Text the cuck and tell him to come by the office."

"Okay…" she relented in a quiet voice before glancing up at me, "Okay, master…"

I watched as the sexy blonde that was still dripping cum onto my carpet tiredly picked up the phone and texted her fiancé.

"Clean me up for round two." I ordered almost absentmindedly as I sat back down. Maggies' full round ass looked like a nice desk ornament as she lay on my desk. She hummed before tiredly protesting.

"But Jim-"

"-won't see and thus stay none the wiser." I interrupted her, "Wouldn't want him to spoil my amusement, after all. Now on your knees, slut."

And bonelessly, she slid off my desk and down between my legs as she obediently began cleaning my large shaft that was still soaked with her juices. And judging by how enthusiastically she was running her wet tongue up and down my shaft. Leaving warm trails of saliva up and down my rock hard shaft. And from the sheer enthusiasm she displayed at sucking cock, Margaret was apparently loving every second of it.

And I layed back and enjoyed the thorough servicing this thicc, big-tittied blond milf was giving me. At least until the main entertainment arrived.

"Sir, an Officer Jim Paxton is here." the intercom crackled, and I smiled in anticipation.

"Give me a minute." I immediately responded- staring down at the brilliant green eyes of the blonde between my legs who was sucking my cock.

"Face down, ass up, slut." I growled at her, "You're going to be fucking yourself onto my cock while I talk with your fiance."

"Y-yes, sir…" She murmured meekly- doing as ordered. Pressing her generous chest down onto the carpet and raising that deliciously thick motherly rear end into the air for me to sink my cock into. And yes, she was still as dripping wet if not more so at the thought. A quick cast of the Skyrim Spell [Muffle] made certain that she could be shouting her climax at the top of her lungs underneath the table, and he wouldn't hear it.

"Alright, send him in." I relayed through the intercom, and the door clicked open.

"Hey, Mr. Armstrong. You wanted to talk?" Officer McMinorCharacter greeted with a smile, but quickly morphed into a confused look, "Where's Maggie?"

And I simply smiled at him as- under the desk- Maggie's hot womanhood accepted my shaft. The blonde was obediently fucking herself onto my cock just as ordered- moving her hips back and forth even with her face and chest to the carpet.

"You just missed her." I reassured him as I enjoyed his fiance's hot pussy under my desk, "She's currently occupying a staff restroom, I think. Which is perfect because I do want to talk with you about something."

Pretending to adjust my seat, I slammed my hips against the thicc ass of the blonde milf under my desk. The delicious squelch of her greedy pussy taking my large cock right down to the hilt quieted by the spell. Maggie must think her fiance to be deaf right about now. Perfect.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," I began in a concerned whisper, "but can you tell me about your fiance's ex? The one who owns the house to be used as collateral. His records are… concerning."

"Just a small-time burglar." Jim immediately dismissed with a scoff- his contempt for Scott Lang (aka Ant-man) was apparent. He helped himself to some pistachio nuts that I keep on the desk as he stared off- likely recalling an argument or something.

"He mugged someone?" I clarified with a concerned tone- scooting closer in my seat to hide the movement of me sinking my cock down to the hilt into Margaret's hot, eager pussy- her fiance none the wiser.

"Burgled, not mugged." the police officer corrected. "No use of force or coercion, but that doesn't make him any less of a felon."

Moving to face my laptop, I checked the records for Ant-man, and while I was doing that, I ground my hips against Margaret's soft bubbly ass- stirring up her little pussy and drinking in how her silky inner walls clenched tight around the crown of my shaft. All while she was hidden just a foot away from her fiance. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but it seemed like was madly scrambling to fuck herself onto my cock even more now that her fiance was here.

"Well, it looks like Scott Lang is going to be released soon." I observed while drinking in how tight she was milking my cock, "Should I be worried for my family during my visits?"

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll keep you and yours safe." Jim confidently announced with a cocky smile, "SFPD guarantee."

Yes. I'm sure Klee and Johanna will feel a lot safer from the big bad felon now that the San Francisco Police Department was guaranteeing their safety. As for myself… I hid a groan of pleasure behind a cough. Margaret's madly cumming pussy was frantically milking my shaft as if it was thirsty for my semen. And seeing as she had been such an obedient slut, I decided to indulge her in just a moment.

My eyes met Jim's. I didn't have much respect for the guy that I was cucking right this very moment. His fiance was let out a muffled moan as she came wantonly around my cock- trying to coax out my seed to pour into her depths. And I definitely was going to make sure that I'm going to fill his fiance's womb with my baby batter in his presence.

"Thanks." I simply replied- acting relieved despite being close to my climax. "I might be twice his size, but I feel safer that the law is on our side."

"No problem." He smiled graciously at me before glancing to the door and frowning, "What is taking Maggie so long?"

Feeling myself on the verge of cumming, I snatched up a pistachio and pretended to have it go down the wrong pipe. Everytime I pulled my hips back, her pussy clung desperately to me like it wanted to keep my cock deep inside it. Hiding my groan of pleasure underneath a series of coughs, I gripped the desk as I slammed my hips forward- sinking every inch of my large cock into Margaret's eager vagina and all the way till the thick crown pushed into her baby room. And the moment that I did, her silky inner walls were milking me for all they were worth.

"Are you okay, man?" Her fiance asked with a genuine look of concern.

"Yeah, just give me a moment, Jim." I 'coughed' again as I shot rope after rope of thick virile cum right against the back wall of Margaret Lang's thirsting womb. And all the while, I made sure that I locked eyes with the clueless cuck as I splattered Maggie's fertile walls with my thick hot semen- filling her up to spilling. And with a sigh, I settled back into my seat.

"Just went down the wrong pipe, huh?" He joked good-naturedly.

"Nah, I think I filled up the right pipe." I said- alluding to how I could feel the blonde's pussy dripping my cum from where we were still connected- not that her fiance could tell. "Anyway, thank you for easing my concern, Jim. I've got a lot more clients to meet, but my door's always open to you and Maggie. If you want, you can wait for her in the staff break room, and I'll have my secretary direct her to you. Feel free to help yourself to our coffee."

"I'd appreciate that." Jim nodded, "Coffee sounds good right about now and I'd bet Maggie would like some too. I'll see you next week, Armstrong."

He extended a hand to me. And just like that, we shook hands while I was still balls-deep in his fiance. I handed him my card, and left the room- none the wiser of his fucked stupid fiance underneath my table who was panting from her climaxes.

"Clean up your mess, Maggie." I prodded the blonde. And despite her state still pumped full of my cum, she was still able to slip herself off my cock to give another clean up blowjob. Long licks up and down my shaft that was glistening with her juices.

"Can I have my panties back at least?" Margaret tentatively pleaded after tucking me back in my pants.

"Here's a tissue." I chuckled as I handed her said tissue, "Try not to drip cum everywhere."

The blonde only pouted at me as she got dressed once again. And I gave her a meaty slap on the ass before stuffing the $100 thousand in her purse.

"And Margaret?" I called out to her just as she's almost out the door, "I'll see you next week."

And if the shy blush she had on was any indication, she'll be looking forward to it as much as I will. I'll definitely be enjoying my vacation now that PvP has been indefinitely postponed. Because of course, I wasn't about to stop with just her. Margaret Lang was only the first stepping stone to more famous and interesting waifus here on the MCU. There just wasn't anyone noteworthy here in the San Francisco area of America apart from the people of the Ant-man movies.

There was one in particular… Hope Van Dyne, aka the Wasp, who was Hank Pym's precious daughter. She should be around here somewhere- likely still working as a secretary for the movie's bad guy. She wasn't that hot in the movies, but after seeing how drop dead gorgeous every woman was in this universe, I'd bet Hope was more of the same. Maybe that wall-phasing Ghost chick in the white leather catsuit from the sequel movie The Ant-Man and the Wasp was here too.

But if I go over to the Los Angeles area they had the deliciously pert Daisy Johnson, aka Quake, the main protagonist of the Agents of SHIELD TV series- also in a tight black leather catsuit. Furthermore, Nick Fury's second-in-command, the ever professional Maria Hill, was still based here to monitor Stark.

Ah, California- the 'hot women in tight leather catsuits' state.

I think I'll like it here.

[New York City] (Later that evening)

Walking alongside Johanna, Steve Rogers watched as the hyperactive Klee skipped happily along the sidewalk in front of them.

"You seem to be in a good mood." He commented with a smile, "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yep! Today was sooo fun!" Klee singsonged as she smiled up at him with a bright grin. "Betty, Neddy, Petey, Flashy… everyone is so nice at school!"

"I trust that you are finding the American curriculum trivial." Johanna confidently stated, and Klee stopped her skipping- thinking it over.

"I dunno what's a curriculum." Klee finally said, puzzled at the word, but grinned anyway, "But Hev's magic ring makes school easy! I just ask it for answers!"

And she happily held up her gloved hand with a ring presumably underneath it as if she thought he could see through solid objects as well. Steve only smiled at that. 'Magic Ring.' Kids always have amazing imaginations. But if it helps her learn better then why not? He was sure that any kid would have liked it too if they also had an imaginary friend that slipped them the answers to their test.

"Did you like any specific subject at school?" He asked. "Mine was French class. It was one of the few things that I was good at back then."

"History!" Klee immediately answered with an all-too excited grin, "My favourite part of it is learning about the American Civil War! All those gunpowder cannons and mortars that they used gave me lotsa ideas! So cool! I want to make a biiiig cannon for my spaceship now!"

He watched the little girl tug on her adoptive mother's sleeve.

"Can you help me make one please, Johanna?" Klee pleaded- doing her best puppy dog eyes to the stoic older woman. And there it was. Despite being usually intensely focused, Johanna's features always softened as she looked at Klee with those eyes. Steve had seen them a few times before in the eyes of mothers as they looked proudly at their child, and more than that, it reminded him of his own mom when she had looked at him.

"Of course, liebling." Johanna gently reassured her daughter as she smiled indulgently- gently patting the giggling girl's head, "We will sketch out some designs when we get home. Hev can supply the cannonballs."

"Yay! You're the best Johanna!" Klee cheered as she hugged her mother around the thighs, "Testing it on those Kree spaceships is going to be sooo fun! Now they can't run away next time! Bahahaha!"

The blonde just smiled at her daughter.

"Quite. We will win the war for the galaxy soon enough." Steve listened to Johanna indulge her daughter's fantasy about some space adventure about a galactic war in the stars. And he couldn't help but smile, he had known more than a few parents who didn't give their children the time of day. But here Johanna was, playing along with her daughter. It was always heart-warming to see.

"Oh, cake!" Klee exclaimed as she pointed to a cafe down the road before glancing up at her mother. "Can we please have some, Johanna?"

"Well, we have a guest with us. And it's only nice to be hospitable." Johanna reminded the excitable kid before looking over to him with her clear blue eyes, "Would you be amenable to some evening coffee, Steve?"

Of course, she'd leave it up to him.

"Please, Mr. Steve!" Klee aimed her puppy dog eyes at him now. Big reddish-orange eyes pleading at him.

"Coffee would be nice with some cake." Steve answered with a smile.

"Yippee! Thanks Mr. Steve!" Klee cried out in glee before dashing down the road to press her nose against the window of the cafe. No doubt hankering for whatever cake had caught her eye.

"Energetic little tyke, isn't she?" He chuckled at Johanna, "I remember when I was that age in the 1920s. We pretended to be spacemen and aliens too. Glad that kids these days haven't changed that much."

"In many ways, they have." Johanna nodded in response, "A consequence of the constant shifting in the culture that raises them. The responsibility then lies on us adults to be aware of their evolving needs. However, I'll admit that Klee is a special case in many ways."

"I can understand that. America sure has changed since the 1940's…" Steve nodded- looking at the people who had their eyes glued to those 'cellphone' things- completely oblivious to the world around them, "...New York just ain't what it used to be, and the more I learn about it, the less I think I'll fit in. The Red Skull once told me that we had left humanity behind, but now more than ever, I feel that it's the reverse: I'm the one who has been left behind."

And for a minute or two, Johanna just stayed quiet as they walked in the chilly New York evening, even as they reached Klee's chosen cafe and they all sat down around at a booth. It was a cold New York night, so he wasn't surprised to see that they practically had the cafe all to themselves.

"It's surprising to hear that you still remember that." She began in a soft voice.

"Yeah, well, the Hydra leader had a way of leaving an impression… It might have been the outfit." He half-joked before gesturing to her. "The black leather trench coat was striking, sort of like what you're wearing. You wear it better though."

The blonde just glanced down as if only realising what she was wearing. A black leather trench coat left open to frame the black suit and tie that she had clinging to her curves. He would have thought that sort of fashion would have been outdated by now in the 2010s, but apparently, it was still worn by some women like Johanna. And that's when Steve realised that might not have been the right thing to say. Comparing a dame's outfit to the Red Skull's? She was definitely going to give him both barrels for that comme-

"Thank you for the compliment." She simply said with a small amused smile. "But would you though?"

"Excuse me?"

"If given the chance, would you leave humanity behind and let them fall into the chaos they have created?" Johanna asked as her clear blue eyes stared into his eyes- as if searching for an answer that she had been wondering for a long time, "Or would you stay and drag them to a better future, kicking and screaming?"

Maybe Johanna was a bigger fan of his than he thought?

"I never thought of it that way before." He hummed in consideration- stirring his coffee idly, "Is that what you think the Red Skull meant?"

"Perhaps." Johanna gave a mysterious smile as she sipped her own coffee. And Steve had the distinct impression that she was testing him. So, he met her gaze with his own.

"If you've seen my films then you know that I'm not the type of fella who leaves people behind." He firmly stated. And at that answer, the blonde didn't say anything- only humming in acknowledgement, but Steve got the impression that he answered in a way that she liked.

"Even if what you say is true and humanity has left you behind…. It has only been a few days since you were thawed from that ice." Johanna gently reminded him, "Catching up to the new order of things will take time. Allow yourself that much, Steve."

"Thank you… I'm just feeling lost in all this." Steve admitted- knowing that Johanna was just being nice, "But what am I supposed to do? Finish my degree at Auburndale Art School?"

At that, Johanna shot him a look that told him that he had said something interesting.

"I have read a few of your biographies, but none ever goes into detail of your years attending art school." She mentioned, and he quietly worried that people might have gotten the idea of him wrong after all these years.

"That might be because no one ever actually interviewed me for biographies." Steve sighed before a bright idea came to him and he smiled at the blonde across the cafe table, "Why? Are you thinking of writing one?"

"Me? Write your biography?" Johanna smiled like it was a funny joke that he'd consider her. And she gave a small chuckle of laughter, and though he didn't understand why she'd laugh it off, it was still a nice sound to hear.

"And why not?" Steve offered with a small smile, "You're already letting me stay at your place on the condition that I do a few interviews, you've admitted that you've read a few of my biographies. But most of all, I think you're a good person. Makes you more qualified than most, I'd say."

"A good person, you say?" She smiled- clearly holding back her laughter.

"Anyone who has to announce to everyone that they're a good person… Clearly isn't." He sagely rebutted, "I prefer people like you who aren't afraid to admit that they aren't perfect. And besides…"

Steve glanced at the little girl who was still having a tasting spree on the cafe's cakes over by the counter.

"...Seeing Klee smile the way she does when she looks at you, tells me all I need to know." He finished with an understanding nod which was met by Johanna's clearly unimpressed expression. It reminded him of Bucky's expression when he first told him that he was going to try and join the army despite his health conditions. The patented 'Are you an idiot?' look.

"You rely much on your gut instinct, don't you?" the blonde deadpanned as if it was a stupid idea, or maybe he had just caught her off-guard. Or both- just like Bucky.

"Hasn't failed me yet." Steve smiled good-naturedly as Johanna palmed her face. But he knew for a fact that she hadn't said no to the idea.

However, that's also when he remembered something important, and now seemed to be as good of a time as any. So, onto the table, he gently placed it. The shiny metal ball that was just slightly smaller than a lemon with six stars embossed on its face.

"You wouldn't happen to know what this is, would you?" Steve asked before also adding, "Also, I'd be careful touching it."

"Is that…" She muttered as her blonde brows furrowed in confusion and interest as her blue eyes stared at the ball.

"Yeah? What is it?" He prodded.

"At the moment, nothing which I am certain of." Johanna spoke in a bewildered tone. "Where did you find it?"

"It's what melted the ice that was keeping me frozen." Steve recounted to the physicist, "And when I held it for the first time, it gave me a rush like nothing else before. I can't make heads or tails out of it. Is it a Hydra device? It's been almost 70 years, has the US government ever declassified something like this?"

"Hydra never manufactured anything like this…" Johanna confidently replied before appending, "Not to my knowledge, that is. And you say that it excited your physiology when you first touched it?"

"Yeah, like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart." He clarified, and Johanna hummed in contemplation, but then her blue eyes locked onto something that was over Steve's shoulder. A glance out the cafe's front window just showed an empty sedan across the street, a sleepy apartment building and some dark alleyways.

"Was someone spying on us?" Steve asked- straining his eyes to see if there was anyone in the alleyways.

"A trick of light." Johanna muttered before looking back to the ball. "My husband- my fiance is one of the foremost experts in metallurgy. If anyone can identify this metal ball, it would be him."

"Great, it's about time I met the fella." Steve smiled sincerely. From what he had heard about him from Johanna and Klee, he was a swell guy.

[Across the street]

"That was a close one." Natasha grunted as she lay flat across the driver's and passenger seat of her rental car.

But it was better to do these kinds of things now while she still can: A pregnant belly in a month or two was going to keep her immobile for the remainder of her assignment here. Getting this physically close to her target always bore this kind of risk, but at least, she got something good for her troubles. She lifted up her own camera to consider the photo that she had just taken: A photo of Johanna Schmidt holding a shiny metal ball while the Captain America cosplayer just sat with a serious and mildly confused expression on his face.

She didn't know what that metal ball was, but it looked kind of important.

She sent it to her handler: Agent Sitwell. Hopefully, he'll get it to where it needs to go.

[S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, New York City]

The recording of Director Fury and Agent Hawkeye's private conversation played in the darkened room.

"Paimon said that the Heavenly-dragon-emperor thing will grant a wish, but can we even trust it to keep its end of the bargain if we collect all seven of these 'keys'?"

"It might, or it might not. Doesn't matter either way. As of right now, only a select few people know about the Star Dragon and the Wish that it's offering. But if or when people find that out… Well, let's just say that people have tried to burn the world down before over less compelling reasons. If we go too loud or too careless on this? The whole world's going to erupt into a global free-for-all just for that one world-changing wish. And that's something that SHIELD is hoping to avoid."

World Security Council Secretary Alexander Pierce, or as he was colloquially known as Nick Fury's Boss, gave the other people in the video call some time to digest the information. Just a minute or two so that he could fix his coat and tie, run some fingers through his blond hair, a deep breath… and he's on.

"Hail Hydra." He greeted his fellow Heads with a warm tone and a diplomatic smile.

"Hail Hydra."

"Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen." He began, "Straight from the mouth of the most paranoid man in the world: Seven Keys, or Dragon Balls, if you prefer. Gather them together in one location, and a grateful alien entity appears to grant a single wish. Quite the prize, isn't it?"

A rather rude scoff was the response.

"And you believe this superstition to be true, Secretary Pierce?" One of the shadowy figures in the video call questioned him- he didn't know why they would do that since he already knew their names. But the WCS Secretary's smile just widened.

"The being known as Paimon is proof that such 'superstition' actually works." he corrected with a bark of laughter, "I've got a billion dollars worth of fresh military hardware sitting in a hangar to prove it too!"

His audience seemed to mull it over… which may as well have been an admission that they were wrong in their assumptions.

"Besides, would you rather Fury have the wish on the not-so-off-chance that it's true?" He half-joked, "Or a small-minded person might just waste the wish for a billion dollars. Or worse! Maybe some starry-eyed idealist with his head in the clouds who's going to squander the wish on something as short-sighted as 'world peace today.'"

He let the silence simmer a bit.

"Ladies… gentlemen… the reward is too great to ignore." He counselled them, "Especially when the cost is incredibly cheap."

"What would you have us do then, Mr. Secretary?" Another of his shadow-shrouded cohorts inquired.

"I want us to focus all our resources in securing the Seven Keys." He proposed- his arms wide open as if to welcome them all, "And for the first time since the second World War, to have all the Heads of Hydra working towards the same goal. With this one wish, we may never even need Project Insight, or Project Destroyer of Worlds, or whatever other cleverly-named Projects we have. Because with a single wish, we could have the entire world for all time."

But even when offered the world, they found reason to argue.

"You want us to drop everything we have achieved so far to cater to your needs?" One of the other Heads accused.

"No. Nothing so drastic." he immediately placated them all before the conspiratorial muttering could start, "I'm asking only for an increased level of cooperation. Because you see, this was taken by Agent Romanoff just a few hours before."

An image of Johanna Schmidt holding the Dragon Ball appeared on the displays. The Six Star Ball.

"And pair it with this one." He added- his smile growing.

An image of Agent Hawkeye with his new bow appeared on the display. The Five Star Ball.

"This means that we already have found two out of seven Keys needed, ladies and gents." he whispered. And he felt that same shiver of excitement that shot up his spine- the same one that shot everyone else' spine as well. "Just five more and we win. Forever."

A minute of silence came over the video call.

"Do we have any leads on the other five?" one of them asked, and Secretary Pierce was happy to supply the answer.

"A lead on a possible lead." He informed them with a smile. And with a gesture, an image of Johanna Schmidt shaking the hand of one of Hydra's other Persons of Interest appeared on the screen behind him- like some boardroom meeting with a powerpoint presentation.

"Johanna Schmidt, 28 years old, Doctorate in Physics." He introduced their target, "German-born with Argentinian citizenship, and now pending American citizenship. Ms. Schmidt is what I like to call a 'two-fer' or a 'two for one deal' for the non-Americans in the audience. She was a known contact of Dr. Zee, and now we know that she also holds some knowledge about the Dragon Balls: Eternal Youth in a bottle and one wish to change the world. A hell of a package deal if you ask me. If she was on our target list before, now she's our entire list."

He looked them all in the eyes.

"And we need her alive." He emphasised with steel in his voice, it just could not be stressed enough. "Whose cell has the most influence and infrastructure in the American North-East?"

"That would be me, Mr. Secretary." One of them responded. And Secretary Pierce recognised him to be Daniel Whitehall, the Red Skull's direct subordinate and one of the original members of Hydra. Well, the mission was in capable hands, it seems.

"Use whatever means we have." the WSC Secretary calmly advised, "Her child, Klee, seems particularly vulnerable. I'll forward the files to you. Everyone else, expand your intelligence networks. If anyone catches wind of the other Dragon Balls, alert the rest of us immediately."

"Is there anything that may prove to be obstacles that my dear Hydra cell should know about, Mr. Secretary?" Whitehall asked, and Secretary Pierce stopped to think about it for a moment.

"Ms. Schmidt has a bodyguard by the name of Bayonetta, but I trust she can be easily dispatched. She also personally knows Dr. Zee and by extension, Tony Stark…" He hummed- considering the situation, "I'll handle Stark should he become a problem, but other than that…?"

He glanced at the still portrait images of Johann Schmidt and her daughter, Klee.

"...I doubt we have to worry ourselves with a simple physics teacher, and her eight-year-old daughter who looks like she hadn't even hurt a fly in her entire life."

- Chapter 20: A Happy Little Family End -