Family values

— I hope I'm not interrupting you too much? Natasha's voice made us all turn to the door. — And I'm not alone here, but with a spy. However, I didn't understand what exactly he wanted, and he looks somehow hefty. — Natasha, — Tony still tried to reach the woman in a hoarse voice, — now is not the right time for your jokes. — What the hell jokes, — she flashed her eyes, — he followed Peter until he got into the block for personal use by the team. Then “Friday” sounded the alarm and called me. Well, this idiot didn't get into the elevator, but wanted to climb the stairs. Where I intercepted him. So I have every reason to believe that Parker should have been the target of the attack. — And this is no joke, — the veil of playful excitement and gouging instantly flew off from everyone. — Start it up. — At least put on your underpants, - the beauty snorted and went back into the corridor. Tony grabbed his pants off the floor and, without bothering with underwear, pulled them on just like that. Stephen had already straightened my trousers and draped Stark's jacket over my shoulders. Loki, on the other hand, only buttoned the top button on his shirt and leaned his hip against the table, waiting for what kind of idiot decided to interfere with such an interesting pastime of very outstanding and talented people. And I didn't even envy the idiot who managed to get into the tower and follow me all the way to the personal space of the Avengers. Stop... But it was beyond the realm of fiction. If this person could bypass all the systems and end up here, then he must have a superpower, and not just a desire to follow me. In this scenario, Natasha would not have called him a weakling and would not have dragged him to us under clear eyes. And from this I could only draw one conclusion, this someone was my classmate who got involved while I went ostensibly to the toilet, but in fact to talk to Romanova. So things are taking a very deplorable turn. I was so fixated on the punishment and other showdowns with Stark that I completely forgot that there might be another danger waiting in the building. So I just wrote off my spider sense for the upcoming spanking and the intensity of passions. Here I am an idiot, which the white world has never seen. It only remained to understand who exactly had followed me and what chance there was to painlessly erase his memory with the help of a developed pilot sample. At the same time, we will conduct the first full test, and not on mice. — That's the culprit of the unrest in the security system, — Natasha dragged a reluctant guy into the room by the scruff of the neck. — Flash? — I stared at this clinical idiot with all my eyes, for whom life turned out to be completely inexpensive. — Peter, do you know him? — Tony carefully looked first at me, then at the victim, fluttering in the hands of a former mercenary. — Yes, this is my classmate, — I honestly admitted, shrugging my shoulders. — Oh, so this is the one who bullies you and does not let you live in peace? — the woman's tenacious fingers turned the unsuspecting guy's head towards her. — Well, fate itself has given you all the cards in your hands. Now his future will depend only on your decision. Anyway, he was trying to spy on an unfamiliar laboratory in which a lot of rubbish was being developed. He could have died accidentally. "I'm not ready to resort to such radical methods of solving problems yet," I said honestly. — I suggest we just erase his memory and throw him back down to the group. Let him continue to enjoy the tour. — What kind of excursion? Tony raised an eyebrow questioningly. — I'll tell you later, — the only woman in the room winked slyly, — but while I have a chance, I want to ask again. Are you sure you want to just let him go? — What's going on here anyway? — Flash finally recovered from the first shock and tried to break away, but his shackled hands did not allow him to move a step away from Romanoff. "Besides, we can just erase his memory here," Strange spread his hands. — Why go somewhere if there is my magic for that. If he does not have strong catalysts to remind him of what happened, then he will not remember under hypnosis. — Pete, — Loki appeared behind me so unexpectedly that I even flinched, — forgiving enemies and showing mercy is the lot of heroes. But sometimes they need to be properly punished so that it would be unwise to meddle in someone else's life. Do you think if we have a miracle force capable of erasing further events from your classmate's memory forever, then maybe we should allow ourselves to relax. — Loki! Stark growled. —Anthony, wait, Loki's talking," the magician drawled softly. — We can't fully satisfy him yet, but someone of his age, quite. It will be a wonderful party with a limited number of guests. What do you think? "Is there anything cooked for me on it?" Natasha smiled slyly and shoved Flash into my arms with all her might. — I don't really want to be left out of such a hot performance. — How would we dare, — Loki stretched out his hand over my shoulder, — you organized all this, so we should be the first to thank you. — Tony, don't sulk, I'll explain everything to you in a popular way later, — ignoring us, the woman slowly clung to Stark's chest and kissed him on the chin, — it turned you on yourself. Or is it your pen for signing important documents now resting against my stomach, through my pants? — Well, Pete, make up your mind, — Loki continued to broadcast in the same provocative voice. And we must give him his due, he coped with his divine duties like no one else. Every breath in his performance was imbued with guile, cunning and an irresistible urge to do as he suggested. Unable to resist, as if feeling real power over an enemy frozen in shock, I firmly grabbed him by the neck and dragged him to the table in a few short steps. Our strength was incommensurable, so Flash didn't even have time to twitch, but found himself pressed against the cool tabletop with his chest. His head was next to Natasha's thigh, which Tony slowly undressed, while not forgetting to nibble and caress the white skin. Flash might have tried to escape, but the energy handcuffs, designed specifically to fight the likes of us, bound him more securely than the most ordinary ones. In addition, everything that was happening in the room knocked the ground out from under his feet. Some vague and inexplicable images surfaced in my head, pictures that I seemed to have seen once and was now resurrecting in my memory. With finely trembling fingers, I ran from the back of the guy's neck to a thin strip of naked skin that protruded from under the pulled-up T-shirt. The anticipation, deafening and maddening, threw me over the edge of normal, and I could not come to my senses, understand what I was doing in general and how I had come to this. Flash, having moved away from the first shock, tried to jerk and pull away, but Stark's heavy hand squeezed his neck, forcing him to whine and look around in fright at the others. I wanted to see tears on his face so much that my head became empty from this desire. At what moment I unbuttoned someone else's trousers, I would not remember even on pain of death. Only the snow-white skin under my fingers excited and excited me. If someone had told me about such a thing a few days ago, I would have considered this person sick in the head. But now the nightmares were receding into the background, and excitement was rolling in from all sides. I wanted to see how this bastard, who was always mocking me and turning my life into hell, would slowly sink into the abyss, demolishing all the brakes, passions. Reaching out, I slowly touched Tony's fingers, which were still holding the guy's neck, and attracted his attention. The latter, with an approving wink, released Flash from the grip and with one sharp movement knocked Natasha onto the countertop. She, laughing merrily, leaned back and carefully looked into the eyes of Strange, who was sitting in a work chair. As if having received some kind of permission, he rose to his feet in one single movement and quickly lowered his pants, allowed the woman to swallow her dignity. The movements were much softer and smoother, without aggression and force. Only the pure and muddying buzz with which he looked at the unfolding picture. I, on the other hand, watched them as if mesmerized and ran my hand over the arched back until I came across an arc field of handcuffs that still held Flash's hands behind his back. Grinning, he noted to himself that the guy was excited and breathing heavily, almost in front of his nose watching the idol of millions shamelessly licking a woman. Steven growled hollowly and leaned his hand on the countertop almost next to the head of the startled guy. He jerked so feverishly that it even seemed to me for a moment that the handcuffs would not hold. But no... Flash quieted down and now watched with wide-open eyes how Natasha skillfully and playfully did a deep blowjob. This is clearly not the level of incomprehensible girls from colleges that he is used to. It was all real and very adult. And everyone understood this, except for the unintentional idiot who got into a hot hand. Or not a hand... "Peter, calm down, we're not going to kill him, we're just going to punish him," Loki ran his hand over my forearm and slowly kissed my neck. — If you break your prey too quickly, there will be no pleasure from it. Give it to me... Gently pushing my hand away, the god of deception squatted down and unscrewed the lid from the tube. I thought he would start developing a Flash that got caught in the network, but Loki only slowly and stringily ran a couple of times over the guy's penis, causing a response tremor. His breathing quickened, became more convulsive and intermittent, and he was not even indignant when the magician hanging over the table slowly pushed two fingers into his mouth, forcing them to lick and began to play with a pink tongue. A convulsive sob escaped my own lips, but I tried not to pay attention to the discomfort. Loki was right, you can't hurt people, it's not for heroes who protect the world. But it is quite possible to teach one arrogant bastard a lesson. So I moved a little away from the table watching the whole picture as a whole. It was very hot, and it's not even possible to say that Thompson was forced and forced by someone. There was so much to read in the floating gaze that a wave of jealousy and anger suddenly rose in my chest. Why, I had to endure another damn three months, and they were ready to love this bastard half to death. It's not fair!