The XXX-Gene (Marvel)(Mutant OC)
Chapter 88: Handling SHIELD

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A/N: Thaddeus makes his decision. Director Fury gets a visit.

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PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As he slams in and out of Agent May's admittedly tight pussy, Thaddeus comes to a decision. Yes, he does have bigger fish to fry. But at the same time, that's no reason to leave SHIELD at his back, nibbling at his heels until they're a big enough problem that he has to address him.

No, it's better to nip things in the bud here and now, isn't it? The only question is, how does he go about doing that? It's not like he wants to just go slaughter an entire spy agency or anything like that. Oh sure, Thaddeus is confident that if he went looking for rot, he'd find it in an organization like SHIELD.

For all their vaunted 'do-gooder' status, he didn't doubt that they had numerous skeletons in their closet that would make him feel better about having to put them all down. But Thaddeus really couldn't be bothered to go that far. It was too much effort for not enough gain.

His next idea was to just tell Agent May here that the jig was up and send her packing back to her superiors with a bow-legged gait once he was done fucking her. Even as he slams in and out of her cunt with a good amount of power however, Thaddeus ultimately discards that idea too.

It just… wasn't enough. It wasn't even a half-measure of sorts. All he'd be doing with that sort of route would be exposing his knowledge to SHIELD, which was likely to make them double down and come at him even harder. Him, Emma, and Natasha at that.

No, Thaddeus needed a way to make it clear to SHIELD that he wasn't an easy target for their investigation into the Hellfire Club. He also needed to make it clear that Natasha was his and that he and Emma could either be SHIELD's greatest enemies… or potentially their greatest allies.

Yes, now he's starting to cook. An idea is beginning to form in Thaddeus' head, even as he watches Agent May's eyes roll back in hers. Her tits bounce in a satisfying manner as he fucks her silly atop her own desk, her pussy walls clenching and flexing around his cock in what he knows are very real orgasms.

Thaddeus can also feel her potential thanks to Sage's power. Making Agent May superhuman would be as easy as reaching out and willing it to be so. He could make her an Empath or he could enhance her strength. Normally, he wouldn't even think of empowering an enemy, but given the difference between them would still be that of an ant versus an elephant… hm. There was something to be said about the carrot and the stick approach, wasn't there?

Grinning, Thaddeus picks up the pace and watches as Agent May squeals all the more loudly and wantonly, not even capable of faking her pleasure at this point as he soundly rocks her world and eventually fills her with his seed. She better be grateful for the gift he's just given her… and her boss better take the olive branch in the spirit its being offered as well, or they were going to have problems.

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Director Nick Fury was well aware that most considered him… paranoid. However, it wasn't paranoia if they were really out to get you. It was simply spatial awareness and a good sense of caution.

That's why, the moment he steps into his office in the depths of SHIELD HQ, Fury notices the letter on his desk that wasn't there when he left. And he can immediately tell that it wasn't put there by anyone of his subordinates, mostly because none of them should have had access to this office while he was absent.

Stiffening up, Fury stares with his one working eye at the letter for several long moments. From his vantage point, it looks thin. Too thin to contain anything but paper, probably… however, you never knew in this day and age.

Technically, the smart thing to do would be to step back out of his office and call for security. However, Nick Fury was the Director of SHIELD. And SHIELD was a compartmentalized organization with multiple topics being distinctly 'Need to Know'. Put bluntly, the security he would call for would not only be subpar to his own investigative skills, but also if this turned out to NOT be a trap, they would almost certainly not be cleared to know whatever was in the letter.

And so, letting out a sigh, Fury steps forward into his office, carefully approaching his desk. He does a sweep of everything of course… and finds the disposable phone taped to the underside of his desk before even opening the letter.

Popping it open, he's able to confirm that the phone has not been reconfigured into a bomb at least. Putting it back together, he also notes that there's only one number saved to the contacts. Briefly, Fury considers calling it right then and there… but that would be foolish without more information. Information that is almost certainly contained in the letter still sitting untouched on his desk.

Looking at the letter more closely now, Fury can't help but wonder how they got in. SHIELD's security should be next to none. Top notch, even. And yet whoever left the letter and phone made it all the way to his office without being detected and then gained access to his office. Then, they slipped out, all without anyone having any idea they'd been there.

Dangerous. That was the only word for whoever had done this. And Fury could only think of so many people who might have had the skills to do this. Most of them worked for him though. Most of them had helped test the very security measures that would have hopefully stopped them. So then who…

Finally, his curiosity getting the better of him, Fury snatches the envelope off of the desk and rips it open. Nothing comes out but paper, and yet the tension only ratchets up higher as he takes the letter out of the envelope and unfolds it.

Beginning to read, Fury stops… and then starts again, blinking in confusion as his eye flits back and forth across the page. It's done up like a damn report card. Two report cards rather, side by side. For… two of his agents.

There's a sinking feeling in Fury's gut as he reads on about the 'performance' of two of his best Field Agents, Agent Natasha Romanoff and Agent Melinda May. Romanoff might be relatively new to SHIELD, having been recruited by Barton less than a year ago at this point, but she was still one of the better operatives SHIELD had. And Agent May had more than earned her callsign 'The Cavalry' with her years and years of exemplary service to the organization.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to have mattered much. The first half of their 'report cards' read exactly like a fucking frat bro had written it, going in-depth in regard to things like the tightness of their cunts, their sexual stamina, and their physical flexibility.

But the second half of the report cards was a lot more concerning as it went on to describe their skills in worrying detail, all categorized into things like their approach to seducing him, their professionalism, and the difficulty he'd had in following them whenever they were giving their reports.

Put bluntly, Thaddeus Cummings and Emma Frost had apparently known that Agent Romanoff was SHIELD from the very beginning, turning her spying back around on her without her being any the wiser. And when he'd sent in Agent May after the Shaw Incident for more information and to find out if Romanoff had been compromised, they'd immediately caught on to her as well, it would seem.

Fury's blood has turned to ice in his veins as he continues reading the rest of the letter, in which Thaddeus politely complains about the spying while backhandedly complimenting Fury on his choice in spies. And finally, at the end of the letter… it tells Fury to check under his desk for the phone he'd already found and call the number if he wanted to talk business.

Lips pressed into as thin a line as possible, jaw clenched in anger at being so massively outplayed by a college frat bro of all things, the Director of SHIELD nevertheless reaches for the phone and places a call to the only number on it.

There's a pause as the phone rings, and then the call is picked up and a voice sounds out on the other side.

"Y'ello."

Bristling at the casual disrespect, Fury's nostrils flare.

"Mister Cummings, I presume."

"Call me Thaddeus, Director Fury. All of my friends do and I like to think we're going to be friends by the end of this conversation."

That… the arrogance is galling, but Fury just smiles grimly as he leans back in his chair.

"And why do you think that, exactly?"

"Because Director, if we're not friends, then we're enemies… and you don't want me or the White Queen as your enemies."

A naked threat, but Fury is used to threats. And to be fair, it's not like it's a threat without backing. Fine then. Cards on the table, he'd lay it all out for the disrespectful brat.

"You might already be my enemies. SHIELD has a job to do and a duty to the people we protect. If the Hellfire Club is a front for criminal or terrorist activity, then it's our responsibility to find out and put an end to it."

There's a pause on the other end before Thaddeus finally responds.

"The Hellfire Club is not a monolith, Director. As you already know given the unfortunate death of the Black King less than two weeks ago. Neither I nor the White Queen have any desire to engage in such activities."

Fury snorts derisively at that.

"So what? You're saying that I should let you and your sugar mommy off scot-free and only go after the 'bad' parts of your little organization."

This time, the response is immediate and decisive.

"No, Director. I'm saying that you should give us the chance to clean out any undesirables ourselves first and foremost. It'll save a lot of your people's lives if you do."

Fury bristles again at the implication that his people couldn't handle the Hellfire Club. And yet… he glances down at Natasha Romanoff and Melinda May's 'report cards' and snarls quietly.

"Setting aside that last part… why should I? What exactly does SHIELD gain by having you and your White Queen as our allies?"

"Ah, Director Fury, I thought you'd never ask. We are more than willing to offer our services and the services of our subordinates to SHIELD on a… case by case basis. Call us independent contractors if you want. I know that you know some of what I'm capable of already from Natasha. But obviously I didn't tell her everything, knowing that she was your creature."

Of course. Fury had suspected as much. That was half of why he'd sent Agent May in the first place, to find out if Natasha was compromised. Turned out she was, just not in the way he'd thought. But then who would immediately jump to the conclusion that some fucking frat bro with too much power on his hands had managed to peg the Black Widow herself as an undercover spy?

"Let me put it this way, Director. Recall Agent May and run her through some tests. Physical and psychological. You'll be interested by the results… very interested."

Nick Fury wasn't stupid. Knowing everything he knows about Thaddeus, he can immediately put two and two together and get four. His eyes narrow and his lips curling down into a thoughtful frown.

"Are you saying you've permanently enhanced Agent May?"

Thaddeus chuckles on the other end of the line.

"So blunt, Director. Perhaps I am saying that. Or perhaps my temporary enhancements merely last longer than they used to. Weeks. Months. Years. Maybe they'll have to be re-upped eventually… and if you have me on your side as an ally, well then I'll be there to help out won't I? Just as I can help out with any of your other Agents who might need it."

This fucking… Fury obviously recognizes what's happening. The carrot and stick approach. He's used it more than enough himself at this point to recognize when it's being done to him. Unfortunately, just recognizing that it's happening doesn't stop it from being effective. Actually, when done right, it makes the approach even MORE effective.

Because someone like Fury can recognize that the carrot Thaddeus is offering is rather juicy… and that the size of the stick Thaddeus is holding up is ephemeral and vague, cloaked in shadow. Just how bad would it be if Fury had SHIELD go to war with the Hellfire Club and more specifically Mister Cummings and Ms. Frost?

Maybe they'd come out the other side the victors but given how two of their best Field Agents had already been unknowingly made, Fury knows it wouldn't be easy or without serious casualties.

And SHIELD wasn't in the business of going to war anyways. They protected people. Thaddeus was offering to help them out and in exchange for… what? Time for him and his benefactor to clean house? If they could actually do it, then the Hellfire Club as a whole could become a very useful ally to SHIELD's operations.

Fury didn't like it, but he was well aware that was his personal biases talking. Thaddeus was a fucking arrogant little twat and he only really wanted to say 'no' to the frat bro because it would make him feel better, not because it was the right call.

Still…

"And what exactly do you want from me? It can't just be SHIELD backing off. You want something more, don't you?"

Thaddeus chuckles again.

"Perceptive, Director. Very perceptive. You're right, I do want something from you. Or rather, someone. I want Natasha Romanoff. I've grown attached to her, you see. Even if she doesn't know the truth yet, I can't bring myself to part with her. So… you can have Agent May back and run your tests on her to make sure I'm telling the truth, but Natasha stays with me."

Of fucking course he wanted the Black Widow. He'd fucking killed a man for her, after all. Fury's frown deepens and he hesitates.

"You're asking for quite a lot."

But Thaddeus doesn't care.

"I know exactly how valuable who I'm asking for is, Director Fury. Dress it up all you like. Name her the SHIELD liaison to Emma Frost. Call it wergild or reparations or even a signing bonus if it makes you feel better. But however you cut it, I'm claiming Natasha Romanoff and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Even if you decide to end this conversation as enemies, she'll be joining my side."

He sounds extremely confident of that. Then again, Natasha had a habit of joining the winning side as it was. Once he and Frost explained the entire situation to her, Fury didn't doubt that the Black Widow would probably join them for real, with or without his blessing. So in the end…

"Fine. Consider it done. I'll have a pair of contracts written up and sent over to Ms. Frost's offices as well so that you and she can both be brought on as 'Independent Contractors'."

There's a brief pause on the other end, and then Thaddeus speaks again, his voice positively oozing with satisfaction.

"I'm happy to hear that, Director Fury. It pleases me greatly to end this call as allies instead of enemies. Thank you for your time. And if you need to get in touch with me again… well, you have my number."

With that, the little bastard hangs up on him. Fury glares at the disposable phone for a moment and then at the letter on the desk in front of him. It's fitting that their organization is called the Hellfire Club, because it feels like he just signed a deal with the damn devil himself…

And yet, if they could use Thaddeus Cummings to empower SHIELD Agents, if Agent May really had been enhanced like he claimed… then it might all be worth it, if only to allow SHIELD to finally operate against greater, more powerful threats without having to rely quite so much on men and women in fucking tights.

… It was Tony Stark all over again, wasn't it? Down to the 'independent contractor' bit. Only Thaddeus Cummings had Tony beat in one crucial, critical way.

HIS constant womanizing and bedding of every single female he could get his hands on literally gave him fucking superpowers.

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The Vote:

[ ] Switch back to Thaddeus' POV - 17%

[X] Switch to Natasha's POV - 62%

[ ] Switch to Emma's POV - 21%

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