"So, what did it feel like?" Harry asked her.
"When I was cumming my brains out?" Skye replied bluntly. They'd taken time- to get cleaned up, dressed, and for Harry to repair the room, but her body was still ringing from the aftershocks of that orgasm. Nothing she'd felt before even came close.
Harry let out a small huff of consternation "You know what I mean. Did you feel anything associated with your powers?"
Skye was still reluctant to say that she did have powers. It just seemed… impossible. How could she have superpowers, and why now? But Harry was adamant that he hadn't destroyed their room and an earthquake localized entirely within their hotel room didn't seem realistic. Yet, as she seriously considered what Harry was saying, she had to admit he might be on to something. "I felt like I was shaking apart, like rattling in my bones." Skye admitted. She'd just figured it had been apart of her earth-shattering climax, but in hindsight…
"Hm." Harry uttered contemplatively.
"What do you think it means?" Skye asked. The past two days had been just one blow after another, starting with the Dementor and ending with this. Harry had been her rock, the person she leaned on (sometimes literally), the person to make sense of what was going on.
So, it was disconcerting when he answered "I don't know." She must not have hid her feelings about this answer, because he followed up a tad defensively "What? Its not like there's a handbook for when someone gets superpowers."
"All the same, it would have been nice to know that you had a plan."
"You want to know my secret, Skye?" He asked what.
"What, you're always angry?" He let out a dry chuckle at her quip. That little exchange had been made available to the public, supposedly it had been a leak, but Skye was skeptical. It just didn't add up that conversations between the Avengers would just be let loose on accident.
"Potts really is some sort of mad genius. Never thought that letting that leak would have turned out as well as it did." Harry said flippantly "But no, my secret is I never have a plan."
She shot him a probing look "So… you're just winging it at all times."
"Pretty much."
"You know, I never would have guessed, you look like you know what you're doing."
"I've been doing this since I was eleven." Based on what he'd told her, that was accurate. That bank heist he pulled off, somehow riding out on a dragon… yeah, she could see how he worked. If anything it was more impressive than just being able to orchestrate everything perfectly. He was incredibly good at thinking on his feet, improvising, and using both Murphy's law and 'no plan survives contact with the enemy' to his advantage.
Slowly Skye began to smile "I guess if you have no idea what you're doing, there's no possible way for the enemy to predict what you'll do."
"Exactly." Harry grinned clapping her on the shoulder.
"So what is our not-plan?"
"Lay low, make our way to wherever Shield is keeping the scepter. Get you trained up in your abilities. They're might be expecting me, but there's no way they could predict that they'll be fighting two people with powers. They won't know what hit them."
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"Its not working." Skye huffed with frustration.
"Not with that attitude it isn't." Harry said wryly.
She'd been focusing with all her might on the glass of water on the table in front of her for the better part of half an hour and had had no success. She couldn't even explain what the problem was… she just couldn't tap into whatever it was she had tapped into earlier.
Harry's working theory was that nearly having her soul eaten by the Dementor had activated some latent power in her that only manifested once she was in an 'intense' situation. Personally, Skye hoped she could need to cum every time she wanted to use these powers.
"Another 'believe in yourself' speech isn't going to cut it, babe." She'd also already gotten that speech, it had been lovely, but it clearly wasn't sufficient.
Harry paused thoughtfully. "I suppose it couldn't be that easy." He shrugged. "Time for plan b."
"I thought you never had plans." Skye quipped.
"It's more of an aspirational strategy, to be honest."
Skye giggled. "So what's plan b?"
Harry smirked, and Skye felt an onrush of heat that quickly undid the past 20 minutes of focus and mental fortitude. The day had been a sort of drawn out torture for her. They'd fucked a second time that night, and again in the morning, but that seemed to have only whet her appetite. She'd spent the entire day in a low grade state of arousal, entirely because she'd spent the entire day at Harry side. He'd had his arm wrapped around her waist, pressing her into his body, her cheek resting on his shoulder while they sat in the metro. He just had that effect on her. God damn that new relationship energy.
She'd tried to push it down when they'd, after finding a hotel room in a new city, began her first training session. But apparently that had been a façade, and the slightest hint of interest from him had her desire roaring back with a vengeance. "Well…" His voice was teasing, enticing as he put a hand on her shoulder "We know that your power flares up when you're aroused, we might as well use that."
"Use it?" Skye's breath hitched as his hand trailed up to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing across her cheekbone.
"I want you to focus on your power and the glass of water again." He told her "Meanwhile, I'll be… helping you out." Skye's mind was submerged as he kissed her, all thoughts of training and focusing her powers forgotten in the wake of his lips and tongue. When he pulled back, she let out a tiny whine and followed him, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips. As she moved forward her body pressed to his, and it seemed to mold into him, every contour of her body yielding to fit against his firm musculature. "Focus, Skye." Her murmured against her lips, his voice a rumble in his chest. His fingers stroked her cheek in what might have been a soothing gesture under other circumstances, but now it only served to rile her up further.
"Uhuh." Skye uttered, straining to keep her mind on mission as Harry's mouth found her neck. He wasn't gentle either, ravishing her neck with yearning open-mouthed kisses and suction. Skye moaned breathily with each kiss, it was like her body was a finely tuned instrument and Harry a master musician, Skye couldn't help but respond to how he played her.
"It doesn't sound like you're focusing." He teased with a whisper in her ear that sent a shiver down the back of her neck.
"Stop being so distracting" She tried to rebuke, she really did try, but it came out far more plaintive than she had wanted.
Harry chuckled "But that's kind of the point." His hands went down to the hem of her blouse and began to pull, and they momentarily had to separate to fully remove it. "Let your power rise up, don't try to force it, let it grow naturally." He fell upon her again, kissing her collarbone between sentences. "If you try to force it, you're just going to strangle it. Let it bloom like a flower."
Like a flower? Whatever was blooming in her was nothing at all like a flower.
Harry unlatched her bra, and glittering eyes beheld her chest while Skye tried to regroup. Any hope of focusing on the glass of water on the bedside table vanished with the attention Harry lavished her breasts with, but she did cling to the goal of tapping into and harnessing her power. He seemed to have something of a fixation with her boobs, and she'd been gratified to see him taking peaks at her chest and cleavage over the course of the day. He also took a fierce pleasure in making her moan and buck her hips into air.
"Oh my god." She moaned, he was devouring her, sucking at her tits with hunger "Please." She squeaked as his tongue rolled over her nipple.
Harry hummed against her chest, too lost in her to pull back. He'd suckle at and feel her pliant flesh for hours if he could. They felt perfect in his hands- the weight of them, their supple smoothness, their shape and how easily they conformed to his grip. It was only when he felt something vibrate that he remembered his goal.
He tore himself away from her, the glass of water had been untouched, but the latch of his belt was humming. The vibration embarrassingly good- his cockhead was wedged right below it- but he couldn't help but wince at the thought of what would happen if she lost control. "Skye, hold up." He said in a strangled voice.
Immediately, the vibration ceased. Skye knelt to the floor, looking up at him as she panted. "What- is something wrong?"
"No!" He assured her, his voice still off kilter "You were doing something very right, just…" Skye's eyes went straight to his crotch as she realized what she'd done, what she'd accomplished.
"Oh." Her lips curl into a naughty smile, no doubt grasping the implications of that particular application of her powers. "Was that too much for you to handle, sensei?" She asks mischievously.
"We can try that when you have a better grasp of your abilities, we don't want any accidents." Harry said gently. Skye's eyes went wide for a moment, and she nodded. "But still, you're doing good!" He added "Can you still feel it?"
Skye shook her head in frustration "I don't get it, it's so elusive! It was there and it just disappeared."
"You just need practice." Harry told her "And maybe some… incentive."
"Incentive?"
"Shatter that cup and only that cup, and I'll let you cum." His voice dipped to low velvet, and Skye's eyes blew out. What followed was a spectacularly torturous edging session, where Harry removed the last of her clothes and then kissed and caressed his way across her body- her shoulders, her stomach, and along her back, all the while he savored every lovely noise he drew from her. When he hands slipped across her thighs, winding their way up, Harry noticed just how wet she was for him. It was slick on her thighs, and obvious in how it drenched her now removed panties and stained the crotch of her jeans.
It made him want to fuck her right there, or devour her with his mouth, or a dozen other impulses that burned through his brain, but instead he restrained himself to running a single finger over her slit, he repeated the motion- up and down- several times as Skye appeared to acclimate to it, her moans dying down heavy, shuddering breaths. Then Harry grazed his finger across her clit just so, and Skye seized up completely, her breath caught in her lungs, her entire body tense, straining in response to the sharp stimulation. For a moment, Harry was worried she would cum from that alone, but after his finger retreated to safer pastures, Skye relaxed with a quivering whine. "Please let me cum. Please."
He loved it, he loved that with just a touch of his finger he had such power over her. He wanted to bask in it, but was also keenly aware that she was putting her trust in him, he didn't want to abuse the position she let him take. Still, he had a mission. "You want to cum?" He asked, Skye nodded. "You want me to touch your clit?"
"Yes, yes!" She said desperately.
"You know what you need to do." Skye's eyes shot up to the glass cup, followed forcefully by her arm, her hands reaching out as if clasping it. And as Harry's fingered leisurely stroked her folds, Skye focused with a single-minded determination, every ounce of her willpower bent to making that fucking cup explode.
Sure enough, the cup began to rattle, then ring, and then it shattered.
"That's a good girl." Harry purred, his finger immediately returning to her clit, this time with a firm, rubbing touch that makes Skye keen as she shatters too. She falls back, unresisting, turning to jello in his arms. Seeing her cum, seeing the sheer bliss wrack her expression, feeling her shudder against his body, hearing her ecstatic moaning of his name is a turn on like nothing else. He would be lying if he said that part of him didn't want to take advantage and claim some pleasure for himself.
Instead, he repaired the cup with a sharp wave of his hand and said "Again." And if the prospect of making her cum over and over again wasn't worth it on its own, her expression- overwhelmed and desirous, eager and euphoric- certainly was.
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Pepper Potts gave a thin smile as the team exchanged greetings. Tony, Barton, and Banner were promptly on time and on screen (Tony because Pepper didn't leave him any other option, if left to his own devices he might have just tinkered in the lab all day). Rogers had taken a few minutes to get the connection, and then the camera working, to Tony's ribbing. Truthfully, he was adjusting admirably to his new life, there were plenty of people today who struggled with technology more than Steve did, and he had improved dramatically since the Battle of New York. It spoke to the fact that Steve was far more than just the super-serum, anyone who could make such a radical adjustment in their life was admirably tenacious and intelligent.
"So, where's Harry going, Romanoff?" Steve asked once all technical issues had been resolved.
Natasha Romanoff was calling in on a cheap burner phone. That, along with her demand to keep this entirely off Shield's radar, and for the best encryption technology Stark Industries had to offer told Pepper just how tenuous her… their positions were. Romanoff was treating this like a covert mission against a far larger, more entrenched force.
While Tony and Bruce were at ease, this fact wasn't lost on Barton and Rogers, who were appropriately grim.
"I can't be sure, I'm still tracking them down…" She hesitated "But I think he's trying to recover Loki's Staff."
"From Shield?" Clint enquired. "Is that why he broke ties."
"Not exactly." She went on to explain the incident with the Dementor.
"We should have been called." Steve cut in "Why was he going in alone?"
"Because he's an idiot." Natasha bit out. "A self-sacrificing, noble idiot, and I'm going to have words with him about it."
Tony snickered "Just don't leave any visible marks, we need that perfect face to keep the fans swooning."
"Chicks dig scars." Clint returned.
"Alright, but Pepper needs to come up with a believably heroic explanation for any scars."
Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony's humor, and attempted to get the meeting back on track. This always happened with the Avengers, every meeting that wasn't in a god damned combat situation (and some that were!) devolved into and endless spiral of joking, teasing, and laughter "Right, so is our working theory that Shield has gone rogue? Or is it more likely a few bad actors in the organization." The evidence was concerning, not just the human experimentation done to create this Dementor, but the assassination attempts, the long history of subterfuge- including the phase 2 weapons and confiscating Loki's Staff. They didn't have all the pieces of the puzzle, but it was ominous.
The blunt statement smothered the humor. "That's the real problem." Natasha said "I don't know, and the more we dig, the more likely we are to provoke… whatever this is."
"If Shield really is compromised…" Steve said slowly, processing the implications of this possibility "Harry going for the scepter would probably provoke them."
"Into doing what, though?" Banner said "Are you suggesting someone might try to… take us out?"
A long beat of silence was enough of an answer.
Tony frowned, and Pepper instantly knew what he was thinking. "We'll have to reschedule your surgery, Tony. If there's a possibility of imminent threat, we can't have you sidelined for weeks."
Tony nodded "As much as I want to get the Arc reactor out of me." And Pepper knew how desperately he wanted to "You're right."
"Wait." Natasha interrupted "We should tell the public that the surgery is still on."
"Ah, the Romanoff classic." Clint grinned.
"Hm?" Steve asked.
"Get your enemy to underestimate you." He elaborated "If we make the word think that Stark's been incapacitated for a month…"
"We can use that to spring a trap."