Ben returned back to his mansion, beside him Carol was seated, she didn't know why he brought her to his mansion. After he parked his Interstellar Harley, "Follow me," He commanded her.
Carol followed him, but she wasn't able to keep calm, "Why are you bringing me here? Do you want something from me?" She asked.
After coming inside the room, Ben turned towards her, he gave her a hug, he gave a peck on his lips. "Yes, I want something."
Carol started blushing, "What do you want?" She asked in a shy voice. Ben carried her and put her gently in the bed. She didn't understand why he brought her to his bedroom.
Ben licked her lips, and answered her, "You know, your dress is so slutty; I just want to throw you on the bed, and give you the taste of my dragon. After all, you are in your 30s, and I like to make you beg for my dragon until you can't get enough."
He felt his dragon was roaring at the thought of Carol's slutty dress. "So, Undress yourself," He commanded her.
Carol was shocked; she knew he had caressed her cheek and kissed her. But being naked in front of him was unthinkable. And hearing his dirty thoughts was more unimaginable.
"I think we need some time spent on dating, so our relationship becomes stronger before crossing this line." She tried to give a reason.
Ben didn't reply to her, he just looked at her, noticing Ben's stare she wanted to show some backbone. But just in a few seconds, she found her hands started undressing herself.
"Well, whatever, I think. I also need to enjoy this, just fucked me," Carol thought, and in few seconds she was just in a bra and panties.
Ben noticed many scratches and cuts on her body, although she had healing powers, but it took one-two days for her to heal completely. He used his Swampfire powers and healed her in just a few seconds.
Amazed at seeing how easily he healed her, Carol praised inside her mind. But before her thoughts could be completed, Ben caught her in his arms and started kissing her passionately.
His hands began playing with her oranges while his other hand reached down between her legs and started stroking her sacred forest.
In just a few seconds she was standing naked in front of him. After playing with her and making her horny, he undressed himself to be naked.
"Suck it," Ben commanded and pointed towards his Dragon. Carol hesitated for a moment, but then she started kissing, then licking and finally she took Ben's Dragon all in her mouth, started giving him a blowjob.
Carol couldn't believe it, how could she be doing these slutty things, but in just a few minutes, she was experiencing the dragon. And she also started heating up, she now felt, her sacred place needed the dragon more than her mouth.
He noticed her situation and gently threw her onto the bed; as he was already an experienced virginity broker, he adjusted her into a comfortable position.
"Ready?" he asked one last time. Carol nodded as she noticed Ben's dragon was nearing her sacred forest.
Getting the signal, Ben pushed his dragon into her Sacred Forest, claiming this territory with a bloodbath.
And of course Carol felt pain, noticing the bed sheet had wetted with her blood. But after the pain subsided, she started cooperating with Ben on every strike of his dragon inside her sacred forests.
And she started enjoying her sex life; they did it all night until Carol was satisfied.
Carol woke up in Ben's arms; she recalled last night when she had left her virginal life behind. Now, not only was she a woman, but she also liked Ben. Just like that, Carol felt she was conquered by him.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her gently. "I am very good, my king," Carol replied.
"So, you want to live with me, and see the Avengers adventures from here," Ben said, as he pointed at the holographic display.
Carol's eyes widened as the display zoomed in on various regions—New York, Wakanda, Latveria, even deep-sea tremors near Atlantis.
"This is incredible," she whispered. Then, with a mischievous grin, she looked at him with exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. "My king, I want one of these on my Damocles ship."
Ben was really amazed seeing her tactics. Although her age was not like the need to do something childish, still he nodded. Love changes anyone.
"So you want to go back to your work," Ben asked.
"Yes, I need to save the Earth from different - different problems." She replied.
"Alright. Go freshen up and head out. But make sure you come back tonight," he said with a subtle smirk. "I have a surprise for you."
"Ooh, mysterious. Okay, my king," she said playfully. She leaned in, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and disappeared into the corridor.
Ben watched her leave, then turned back to the holographic Earth, his expression hardening.
The display zoomed in, shifting scenes. A feed from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier popped up.
Nick Fury stormed through the command deck, coat flaring behind him, his voice sharp and urgent. "Maria!" he barked, drawing Maria Hill's attention.
She turned with a frown. "Director Fury?"
"Earth is compromised," he said bluntly. "We can't trust S.H.I.E.L.D. Not the government either. A.I.M., Hydra... they're crawling through our systems. We've even got reason to believe some superheroes are Skrull infiltrators."
Maria's face went pale. "You're serious?"
"As a Skrull heart attack," Fury replied grimly.
The display shifted again, now showing a cozy, lively pizzeria in New York. Inside, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and Janet Van Dyne sat around a large wooden table, pizzas half-eaten, drinks flowing.
"To Carol Danvers!" Steve raised his glass, and everyone joined in the toast.
"Gotta say, she packs a punch," Clint added with a grin. "But man—dating Ben? That's next-level."
"Are we sure he's not part god?" Jan teased. "I heard he can grow bigger than the Hulk and phase through walls. Like, hello? OP much?"
Carol, seated beside them, rolled her eyes with a laugh. "You all talk like I don't hear you."
"Oh, we want you to hear," Tony smirked. "We're trying to figure out if you've got Ben under a spell or if he's just that into cosmic warriors."
As the laughter continued, a young waitress approached Tony with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
Tony squinted, tilting his head. "Should I? College? Vegas? Some Stark Expo party?"
Her smirk faded. "You left me in Monaco with a bar tab and no ride home."
The team chuckled, teasing Tony. "Sounds like classic Stark," Clint quipped.
"We'll give you two some space," Steve said with a wink, and the others filtered out.
As the woman set down the tray, Tony leaned back in his seat. "Okay, okay, listen. If I owe you an apology, you're getting the deluxe Stark edition. Dinner, a car, maybe a villa in Spain—"
But before he could finish, her hand shot out. A swift jab to his neck sent him slumping to the table, unconscious.
The waitress leaned down and whispered, "Still predictable, Stark."
She pulled off her disguise, revealing the unmistakable face of Natasha Romanoff—Black Widow. With a final glance around, she lifted Tony and disappeared into the night.
---
Tony groaned as he woke up, his head pounding.
"Where... am I?" he muttered, trying to sit up.
A familiar voice answered sharply, "Relax, Stark. You're safe—for now."
Tony turned his head and saw Black Widow standing nearby, arms crossed. Beside her, Nick Fury stepped into view, his one eye focused intently on him.
"Fury? Natasha?" Tony blinked in confusion. "What the hell is going on?"
Fury stepped forward, dead serious. "We had no choice. We couldn't risk being overheard."
Tony blinked. "Overheard? By who?"
"Come with me," Fury said curtly, leading him down a short hallway into a small back room. On a table in the center was a bound figure—Madame Viper. But her eyes glowed faintly green, her skin shifting subtly.
"A Skrull?" Tony asked, stunned.
"Confirmed," Fury said, tapping a sleek, high-tech device in his hand. "We intercepted encrypted transmissions—originating from the Helicarrier... and the Avengers Tower."
Tony stared at him. "You're telling me we've been infiltrated?"
"Yes. And worse—it's not just them. S.H.I.E.L.D., A.I.M., even parts of the government," Fury said grimly.
Mockingbird stepped into the room, her expression tense.
Tony turned to her. "Mockingbird, you've been tracking this too?"
She nodded. "Hawkeye and I were captured. While we were held, Madame Viper insisted they keep Clint alive. That raised alarms. Why spare him unless he's one of them?"
Tony looked away, disbelief creeping into his face. "No... I know Clint. He's reckless, annoying, but he's not a Skrull."
"Are you sure?" Natasha asked quietly.
Tony didn't answer. He just clenched his jaw, turned, and walked toward the exit.
"I need to see him myself," he said, not looking back.
---
High above the city skyline, Captain America soared through the air with Griffin in tow, dodging debris and streaks of energy from the battle below. "We've got to get him out of range!" Cap shouted into his comms.
On the ground, the rest of the Avengers executed a synchronized attack, sweeping the streets clean of enemy drones. Explosions lit up the night sky, while Ms. Marvel hovered midair, issuing commands. "Wasp, secure the perimeter! Black Panther, with me—we push forward!"
---
Back at Avengers Mansion, Iron Man stood before a massive display of live battle feeds. The others returned one by one, battered and exhausted. The Hulk stomped in, sniffing the air.
"No food?" he grumbled. "We save the world, and I don't even get a burrito?"
Iron Man didn't laugh. His eyes were fixed on something deeper. Black Panther noticed the silence.
"You're quiet, Stark. What is it?"
Tony turned, voice low. "Nick Fury made contact. There's a bigger threat. A Skrull infiltration... and he thinks Hawkeye might be one of them."
Gasps rippled through the room. Hawkeye stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and confusion.
"You've got to believe me—I'm not the mole," he said, looking from face to face. "You've known me for years."
Ms. Marvel narrowed her eyes. "I'll check the Damocles myself. If there's proof, I'll find it."
"Carol, come on," Clint protested, but she was already out the door.
Wasp floated between them, her tone urgent. "We need to stop tearing each other apart. This is what the Skrulls want—us divided."
Tension crackled in the air. No one spoke. The weight of paranoia was heavier than any enemy they had ever faced.
Iron Man took a step back, shaking his head. "I can't do this. I can't trust any of you—not until we know for sure who's real and who's not."
"What are you saying?" Black Panther asked, eyes narrowing.
"I'm leaving," Tony said simply. "Until I figure this out."
Without another word, he activated his thrusters and soared into the night.
---
Later, in the common room, Ms. Marvel and Black Panther departed on their own mission, silence marking their departure.
The remaining Avengers gathered, shadows of doubt cast on their faces. Captain America stood near the window, arms crossed. Unknown to them, he wasn't really Steve Rogers... but a Skrull imposter.
"We need to stick together," he said firmly. "Splintering now only helps the enemy."
"I don't like it," Hulk muttered. "But... fine."
Wasp looked around the room, nodding. "Then we hold the line. Until we know the truth."
The team, fragile and uncertain, stood on the edge of collapse—united for now, but trust was fading fast.