Play Testers Wanted Pt. 03

"It is so good to hear you laugh." I said.

"OOH!" Steph cried out as she sat up arms flailing around. "What the actual hell?!" She declared holding up my official S.H.I.E.LD. wrist communicator. "Natasha... really!"

"She might be in danger." I suggested.

"She might be in heat." Steph laughed. "Fine. Answer it."

"'Bout damn time Ghost I mean Jackal!" Natasha snapped. "Are you alone? No. That she-witch is listening in, isn't she?"

"You will call her the Sorceress Supreme and show some respect." I said as Steph licked her lips.

"I get all hot and bothered when you take control." Steph whispered.

"She's sucking your cock, isn't she?" Romanov asked.

"No... okay yeah... now she's sucking it." I let out a little moan.

"Tell me about it," the Widow begged. "Whoa! What are you doing?"

"Letting you feel what I feel." I said as I touched her mind. "So?!"

"Suck it bitch!" Natasha growled and Steph ate it up. "Uh huh... that's more like it!"

I grabbed Steph by the hair and that ramped up the intensity. I could feel as Natasha tugged down her uniform and began diddling herself. I could feel her fingers plunging in and out. It got crazy after that. The sensory confusion and entangled consciousnesses became a blur, a good blur. The trinary climax that followed was mind blowing. Steph and I lay together as we heard Widow zip up and let out a satisfied sigh. Steph sat up swallowing and smacking her lips. She took a fingernail and nicked her neck.

"Feeding time," She demanded as the scent of her blood won me over. I licked the wound until it healed. "I know you hate it but better me that some other poor sod."

"Thank you." I told her and she grinned.

"Oh yeah, by the way... I really did need your help." Natasha giggled.

"Get dressed hero," Steph purred. "I'll portal you there."

Pause. Mission interrupt. Manual extraction underway.

I awoke with a technician helping me sit up. I was out of the game and my body felt heavier than I remember. I sat on the edge of the bed while I acclimated to flesh and blood. It wasn't a bad sensation just sensory confusion. I wiggled my toes, twiddled my fingers, and moved my arms across my chest a few times. I stood up slowly and followed him to the cafeteria. I was starved after hours inside the game. The other play testers were being brought out. We huddled around a table as we ate and shared some of our experiences. We were warned to avoid details so we didn't spoil quests and plot lines that others might not have experienced yet.

"Booker, is that really you?" One of the female gamers asked.

"Yeah, why are you asking?"

"Well, look at you!" She added and the others agreed.

"You can look after your meal." One of the technicians suggested.

"So, have any of you discovered any of the princesses yet?" I asked and they all shook their heads.

"I got killed by something in Central Park." Charlie the engineer blurted out. "I never saw it though."

"Was it a vampire?" I asked and they all said they had encountered vampires.

"No, it got me too. I had seen the news article about the feral dogs being killed. I went in to check it out." Mike the programmer stated. "The next thing I know I'm back in the white room waiting to respawn."

"I tried three times," The pro gamer growled. "I gave up after three times. What about you Booker?"

"I ran into Blade in the park." I said. "Maybe I didn't go deep enough." I stated feeling bad that the Exomorph was probably responsible.

"What level are you at?" Charlie asked everyone. "I just broke level ten." The others were slightly above or below that. "Booker?"

"Um... sixteenth." I said and they all looked at me in shock. "Did you find the hidden training area?"

"What secret training area?" They all asked.

"When I got into the white room the A.I. told me to look for anything out of the ordinary. I spotted something and it led to that training area. I spent a while there."

"What kind of training?" Mike asked and I looked over at the technicians and they told me to keep it simple.

"Well, without spoiling things I guess I would describe it as combat and magic training."

The group broke up and I needed a nap. I returned to my room and checked out my reflection. It felt weird seeing myself after so much game time without one. I had grown accustom to either Susan or Steph shaving my face or trimming my beard for me. I took off my shirt and the changes were drastic. I had lost every ounce of fat and packed on layered muscle. Had the game done this somehow? It had to be. The doctor that had scanned me called out from the hallway.

"Booker, so it is true. I need another scan." He said.

"I guess you do." I replied. "After you."

We returned to the examination room and I was scanned a second time. He whistled when he compared the two scans. I waited patiently as he and an A.I. cross referenced the two. He made a perplexed face and took out his phone.

"I need to speak with Ms. Shaw, it is Dr. Wallenstein." He stated. Long pause. "Kat, it is Henry. Remember when I mentioned that one in a million chance. I am sitting with him. Great! We'll be here. Bye."

"Was that 'the' Kat Shaw?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Yes. This is one of her pet projects. I'll let her explain what happened to you. It was her genius that made this possible. Want a beer or something to drink while you wait?"

"Nah. I'm good."

I didn't have long to wait. She arrived ten minutes later. She was dressed in a steel gray suit with dark thin pinstripes. Her long red hair was down and loose. I had seen her on TV dozens of times as the face of Numenor since her brother's death. She didn't look anywhere near her fifty something age. If I had to guess her age it would barely in her twenties. I got to my feet as she entered the room.

"I'll be damned." Were the first words out of her mouth. "I've checked his stats on the way over. Did you compare his time in game compared to the others yet?" She asked addressing the doctor.

"No. Why?" He replied.

"Pull up his full file." She ordered as she stood next to me.

The A.I. created a holographic screen and a series of pie charts showed all the play testers statistics. The largest wedge in all those charts was mine. The largest discrepancy was my in-game time. The others had a few months at most while I was two years and going. She pulled up my synaptic activity and shook her head. The next screen showed my neural pathways and again she seemed amazed.

"No damage or weakening of brain tissue." Kat stated.

"None. He thrives on it." The doctor replied. "I don't get it."

"I do." Kat smiled as she turned to face me. "Can I see?"

"Sure." I said as I removed the bright green scrubs. "Tada."

"Damn Booker, can I call you Booker?" She purred as she walked around me.

"Ms. Shaw you can call me anytime." I growled as I placed my hands over my growing junk.

"Kat. Call me Kat." She demanded. "There is something you need to know. You were given two injections. One of them established a cluster of nanites in your brain that acts as a mind/machine interface."

"Just like in the game." I said and she seemed surprised. "Archimedes injected my character with them so he could experience physical sensations, mainly sexual ones."

"Interesting. Who wrote the Archimedes script?" Kat asked and a screen showed the author. She tapped on the programmer's name. "Jim... Kat. Tell me about Archimedes."

"Archimedes... just the standard in game model. Why?" Jim explained sounding concerned. "Did it mess up?"

"Depends on what you call a mistake. Would Archimedes inject a player avatar with a machine/brain interface to experience sex?"

"Umm... no... did he? Of course, he did, or you wouldn't be asking me. Which character was it?" He queried and I told him. "Ghost Fire... hold on just a sec... holy shit! What the hell happened? I don't get it. He shouldn't be acting on his own like that. Do you want me to reset him?"

"No! Hell no!" Kat snapped. "Keep monitoring the progress in that game for me. Have the others look over Ghost's data and see if there are any other interesting aberrations. Kat out." She terminated the call and smiled. "Would you like to work for me Booker?"

"Hell yeah... I mean... yes." I said too excited to speak.

"Great! Get some rest and we'll be watching, but don't let that impact your play style. I want you to have fun." She stated quite intensely.

"Can I ask a question about the game?"

"Ask away. I know most of the storylines." She replied.

"I met a teacher early on. A character that went by the name of Nightwind. Do you know him?" I asked watching her reaction closely.

"You found him. No wonder your stats are so damn high. He is an old friend of mine. He is also play testing the game. Who knows you might run into him again in another persona?" Kat chuckled. "I have to go and look over your data. Have fun."

I watched her walk away and I wondered if Snow's ass was patterned off Kat's. I dressed and returned to my room. I plopped on my bed and slept. After my allotted time I was given the okay to return to the game. I was excited knowing that Kat might be watching me in action. I slipped on the gear, closed my eyes, and returned to the scene that had been frozen.

Game paused. Preparing to restart scene. Resume.

No time had passed since I had been out of game. Natasha, the Black Widow, had called for help and I needed to clean up before I could join her. A quick shower to wash up and I was dressed and ready. Steph kissed my cheek and sent me on my way. Widow was pouring herself a drink while Hawkeye slept soundly nearby. She offered to pour me one and I declined. She dropped ice into the whiskey and tipped it back.

"That was fucking intense!" She said after taking her first sip.

"What was?" Hawkeye asked as he stretched. "Oh, hey Jackal. Did I miss something?"

"Nah." Widow laughed. "Tell him about them."

"Them?" I said and then the waves of tension between them came in like static. "Are you two fighting again?"

"NO!" They both said.

"It is just a little misunderstanding." Hawkeye said. "That's why she called. We need your help. A team up, y'know."

"Whoa!" I chuckled. "I didn't know the Widow was into that sort of thing."

"Only when the mission requires it." Natasha purred.

"I fucking knew it!" Hawkeye said stabbing an accusing finger at her.

"Get over it Clint." She replied flipping him off. "It was a one-time thing." She lied and poorly at that.

After some more bickering over whether Natasha was into anal sex or not, I settled in and closed my eyes. They would tell me what was so damn important when the time came.

"Can we talk business now or at least get to me tapping Widow's ass." I said and that set Clint off on another tirade.

"You are just plain evil." Widow giggled. "There are two of them. One is an archer the other is a swordsman. He fights two handed style and is at least as good as I am."

"You want me to tip the balance." I said and she nodded. "I got this. Archimedes... aw fuck! I forgot. Do we have any intelligence on their whereabouts?"

"Not yet. Reed still pissed off about Susan moving out?" Hawkeye asked.

"Yep. On the positive side, he still thinks I am dead. On the bad side he yanked everyone's access to Archimedes, including Susan." I explained. "What data do we have?"

"They're stealing rare historical artifacts. They range from a Chinese mummy to the Star of Trinity. All of them are museum pieces and only the gem could be altered and sold easily." Widow said as she poured herself another drink.

"What about the Avengers?" I asked.

"Off world," Hawkeye said staring at Widow's ass intently. "This one is ours."

"What's the plan?" I asked and Widow laid it out for us. "We find out their next target, stake it out, and ambush them."

"What is their next target?" I asked and they both shrugged. "I see. Let's see if we can't figure it out."

Widowed sobered up while Hawkeye primed his bows and tech arrows. I just meditated and wondered what this pair of thieves was up to. These thefts had to have a meaning besides the objects themselves. I looked over the list of items and it was a real variety just as Widow had said. I glanced at the value of the items and a pattern emerged.

"Hey Natasha... Hawkeye... did you look at this list?" I asked.

"I told you we missed something." Widow purred as she plopped into my lap. "Show me."

"See the values of these three items here." I said pointing to them even as Widow ground her ass against me.

"How did you do that?" She asked in a hushed voice. "I came so hard my knees damn near buckled."

"Ninja magic." I replied. "There is going to be a theft tonight. I don't know where, but it will involve a Chinese item of great value." I said loud enough for Hawkeye to hear.

"I'm on it." He said touching his commlink. "Director? We believe there is going to be another theft tonight. Yes. Chinese and of great value. Yeah. We picked out a pattern in the thefts." He touched the link again and talked to us. "They'll call back when they find something."

"He looks pissed." I commented.

"Angry sex is the best sex. We got time." Widow laughed as she launched herself at Hawkeye and drug him into the bedroom of the safe house.

"Great." I muttered as I listened to them go at it for the next thirty minutes.

The stress level dropped to zero when they reemerged. Hawkeye was in a great mood and Widow appeared to be all smiles.

"Have you ever heard of a murderer that hides one victim among many?" I asked and Widow perked up.

"You think they are concealing their real targets among a string of them?" Hawkeye asked.

"Yep. Three of the thefts were exceptionally rare while the others were museum pieces. Sure, you could sell them to private collectors if you have them lined up ahead of time. But the others have a different feel about them. Call it a hunch."

"I lay money on your instincts." Widow said sending mixed signals to Hawkeye and his expression screamed confusion.

Their commlinks chirped and we had a target. A Saudi collector had announced a dinner party where he would show off the heart of his collection a Chinese death mask. S.H.I.E.L.D. provided all the data we would require slipping in unnoticed and ambush the thieves. I decided to remain outside in case the thieves got past Widow and Hawkeye. I looked over the area and examined how I would attack the problem. I pondered an entrance from below but the sewers below were too narrow and far too easy to set a trap and become captured. They would choose an aerial assault or disguise themselves as guests and walk in.

"Can you get me the guest list?" I asked.

"Already got it. What are you looking for?" Widow asked.

"Princess Shuri... Wakanda! Holy shit! Maybe she's the target." I exclaimed. "I'd kill for an ingot of vibranium."

"You shouldn't know about that." Widow said eyeing me suspiciously.

"We'll keep an eye out for her." Hawkeye said and then added. "Is she cute?"

"Yeah." Widow replied with a smile. "And as smart as Stark without the egomania."

"Hmm." He mused.

Thirty minutes later I was perched outside the office building overlooking the brownstone home of the Saudi diplomat. Widow and Hawkeye walked in through the front door. Widow had her comm open and I got her narrative as she moved among the rich and powerful. The stunning redhead was a center of attention. It was a two-edged sword. She couldn't exactly sneak around looking that good.

"Natasha!" A sensuous voice called out in a sultry Wakandan accent.

"Shuri. Looking good in that dress! Is that silk or vibranium?" Widow replied. "Doesn't hide much."

"I want to make a good first impression now that my country is dealing with the rest of the world." Shuri replied. "You are very tense. Are you on mission or just sexually frustrated?"

"Both." Romanov replied and they both laughed. "What would I have to do to get a brick of vibranium? It is for a friend. No, not Hawkeye."

"You Russian tart you!" Shuri laughed. "Is he well hung?" Silence. "Oh really! Who is it and what do they want it for?" She asked and I felt my throat go dry. Widow had asked her.

"Have you heard of the Jackal?" Natasha asked.

"Are you kidding me. Susan sent me the selfies of her and his... you know. I heard he carries around an energy weapon of some kind. Maybe I could pick his... brain." She purred. "Why is it every time I see you it ends up with nudity and me regretting things a bit."

"Remember your 'Cage' match?" Widow asked referring to the hero Luke Cage and I heard Shuri let out a low growl. "I made that happen."

"Yes. You. Did." Shuri said her voice dripping with hunger. "You hook me up with Jackal and I'll hook him up with enough to get the job done."

"Done and done. I feel like a pimp." Widow laughed.

"We can share, just like last time." Shuri promised.

"That is why you are my favorite princess."

I moved around the building keeping an eye out below. That is how she got the drop on me.

Thwip! Thwip!

One moment I was clinging to the side of the building and the next I was stuck to it by a sticky white substance.

"Ha-ha! Got ya!" The costumed woman declared above and behind me. "Sit tight evil doer!"

I recognized her costume instantly. It was none other than Spider Gwen. Damn! I thought Widow had a fine ass. I let out a deep guttural noise as I watched her climb down to me. Her ass high in the air and on display.

"Holy Moley!" I gasped as my armor tightened.

Why was there a shimmering gold icon over her head? I looked it up on my HUD and nearly cried out a second time. Gwen was a virgin! Thank you, dark mother of shadows.

"Do you surrender?" She asked as she moved along side.

"I'm not a bad guy Spider... Girl?" I said acting oblivious. "I am on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. and you are hampering my efforts to keep an eye out for two thieves."

"You work with Fury?" She asked her voice cracking and then she continued determined. "How do I know you work for him? Where is your I.D.?"

"Here." I said as I deepened the shadows around both of us and let it draw us in.

"Yikes!" She cried out as the pocket dimension gobbled us up. "Where the hell am I? Why can't I move?"

"You are in my web now." I said behind her. "But I will release you to prove I'm not a bad guy."

"O... kay..." Gwen whimpered with a mixture of fear and something else.

"Unless you want to stay." I asked. "Do you like being tied up?" I continued my hand barely brushing her ass.

"Hey! Hands off shadow man!" She cried out unable to hide the lilt in her voice.

"My name is Jackal." I told her.

"No way! I've heard about you. You've worked with Doctor Strange!" She said her hero worship showing. "They call me the Ghost Spider. Why did you touch my butt?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked and she remained silent. "You have an amazing ass... butt. Did I offend you?"

"No!" She said a little too loud. "I mean. I was surprised that's all."

"I'll let you go. I have a mission to tend to." I said and waves of disappointment radiated off her. "You can hang out if you want. Don't interfere though."

"Thanks!" She said and I returned us to the real world. "We are on the roof. That is so cool!"

"Our little secret." I told her. "I trust you to keep it."

"Yes. You can count on me."

The evening wore on and Gwen's proximity was difficult to ignore. I answered the occasional spontaneous question honestly and she had both a keen mind and great instincts. The party was about to break up when all hell broke loose. Gwen sensed it just as Widow called it in.

"Flash bang grenade! Can't see shit! Keep an eye out!" She hollered into her commlink as the effects of the grenade compromised her hearing.

"Sit tight!" I ordered.

I sensed the arrow with enough time to draw my weapon and bat it aside. It should have cut it in half, but the alloy shaft proved immune to the energy blade. I deflected it away from the building and I hoped it didn't hit anyone on the way down. Three more arrows followed the first. Two were aimed at me and one at Gwen. I batted two of them away and tried to telekinetically alter the path of the third and failed.