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[Note: In this continuity, Sharon Carter took unwilling part in the Red Skull plot to kill and replace Captain America, much like in regular 616 continuity, and much like in the books was instrumental in turning the tables on him and returning Steve Rodgers to life. However, Dark Reign never occurred and thus the events surrounding the resurrection occur differently. At the current time of the story, the Red Skull is presumed dead and Steve Rodgers is still technically dead but in the midst of an extended process which will return him to life.]
Chapter 2 part 2: Lucky Numbers
It had taken the remainder of the working day to get the paperwork cleared and the orders transferred through, but it had been worth it, and besides the woman she had the surprise for worked a later shift and would just be coming on when Jessica arrived. Once the necessary arrangements were complete, it was a simple thing to hop a SHIELD flight to the massive floating Helicarrier base that served as SHIELD headquarters. Once there, she showered and changed in the agent facilities --after all, it wouldn't do to approach her friend still sticky and smelling of another woman, it would be rude. Besides, this would work better if she was properly in SHIELD uniform. That done, she took her paperwork to the appropriate links in the chain of command and allowed the wheels to turn from there. Soon enough, everything was in place and she waited for her guest to arrive.
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Sharon Carter was running early to work, as usual since she'd been back. To call the whole mess with Steve and the Skull stressful would be a vast understatement, and now that it was over she found it beneficial to keep as busy as possible. Idle time was time to think and stew and stress, and drive herself crazy with recriminations. She'd been offered as much time as she needed to rest and recover, but she'd been back on the job pulling double duty just as soon as she'd been medically cleared. The recent past was a traumatic ball of chaotic mess, and the near future where Steve would be recovered and back where he belonged was a brighter one but the present in between the two was a limbo she filled with work to keep herself moving forward. She felt her mental and emotional state were like a stormy sea, if she stopped she'd sink and could drown but if she just kept swimming she could reach solid ground. She'd be ok, but the quicker she put this all behind her the better.
All this worked it's way through her mind again, as it did almost constantly when she wasn't filling her thoughts with other things. As the hot water of the shower bathed her naked body, she trailed her fingers over the scar she'd received from the knife wound that had ended the life of her and Steve's unborn baby, still fresh and angry red like the blood that had spilled from her pierced womb. To push that out of her mind, she followed the trail of thoughts backwards to the more pleasant time when that baby had been conceived, accidentally and forged in love and passion, as her fingers trailed lower to find the other, far more natural and pinker slitted point of access to her womb, one that was a source of pleasure rather than pain. The last time she'd truly known pleasure and an intimate touch that wasn't her own. As she forced herself to focus on that happy time and not the nightmare that followed, her fingers worked her tender folds in expert, practiced rhythm until she found her release, her screams reverberating off walls of the acoustic echo chamber that was her shower stall. It wasn't much, a small fleeting pleasure, but it was all she had right now and any form of relief from the stressfulness of her current life was a welcome one.
It couldn't last, of course, and she resisted both the urge to try for another peak and to stay under the hot water, instead forcing herself to turn it off and get on with getting ready. Keep moving, she told herself. The only way out is through. Coming out of her bathroom still in a towel and only mostly dry, she noticed the alert on her computer monitor, and opened the message there. She was being summoned to the Director's office? Wonderful... she hadn't been aware a new one had even been chosen yet since Maria Hill had been discharged, and she doubted this could be anything good. Still, nothing she could do but face it. With a sigh, she finished drying and went in her closet for a fresh uniform, getting dressed and then returning to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth and check her appearance before heading out to answer the summons. Whatever it was, it wouldn't go away on it's own and there was nothing else to do about it but deal with it.
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After arriving, announcing herself and being buzzed in, Sharon found herself mildly shocked at who she saw sitting behind the desk. Her? Really? To call it a surprise would be a bit of an understatement, but she couldn't at all call it an unpleasant one. In fact, it felt damned good to see a friendly face there, and it made her feel like the better future she was hoping for and working towards was closer than she'd dared dream.
"Agent 13... please, take a seat." the woman smiled, and she did so. "There's been a new Director chosen, temporary for now pending final clearances but it's as good as a done deal. Just happened today. Given our friendship, I wanted to give you the news personally."
Sharon smiled, heart warming not just for her friend's success but also in knowing that an Avenger and a friend and teammate of Steve's would be occupying that chair. It would be quite a welcome contrast from Hill's hostile stance towards the superhuman community and the chaos and strife that had resulted. She thanked her, and Jessica continued.
"How've you been holding up, Sharon? I looked over your recent evaluation, and it's amazing how much work you've been logging since everything happened. You doing ok?" Sharon warmed at the gentle concern in her friend's voice, and smiled genuinely as she nodded.
"I won't lie, it's been hard, but I've never been one to sit and stew in my troubles. I can't. If I let myself be weak, if I let myself stop..." she shook her head and let that thought trail off. "My best therapy is the proverbial get back on the horse and keep busy. It's not easy, but it wouldn't be easy no matter what. I'm dealing with it, and it's getting better day by day."
Jessica returned her smile, warm and honest. "That's good to hear. I don't think I have to tell you that a lesser woman would have broken under half what you've been through, and most men would too. You're a hell of a credit to your uniform. I mean that."
The words meant a lot to her, more than a lot. She might know in her mind that she did the best she could under overwhelming circumstances and against near impossible odds, but emotionally the guilt remained. The fierce inner critic that pushed her so hard to succeed was an intractable taskmistress, mercilessly grilling her every mistake and slightest failure no matter how impossible the demand. It felt good to be told she'd done well, even if she still held it against herself that she hadn't done better. Not wanting to let her emotions show too strongly, she merely shrugged as she replied.
"I'm having trouble cutting myself slack for not having done better, but I'm not my fairest judge most of the time. It's good to hear different from a voice I trust so much."
Jessica gave her a gentle smile. "I'm not the only one who feels that way, Sharon... SHIELD's lucky to have you. And it's long overdue that you were recognized for it."
Sharon gave a little smirk at that, and changed the subject to escape her own self-consciousness. Praise wasn't something she was really accustomed to or even comfortable with, the harsh driving tone of a drillmaster more what she was used to for good or ill. "Speak for yourself, Jess... it's about damned time we got someone good in that chair that knows what the hell she's doing."
Jessica smirking grin was akin to the proverbial canary eating cat. "I couldn't have said it better myself, Sharon..." she broke into a warm grin as she came around from behind the desk and dropped the folder with the new orders in her lap. "Or should I say Director Carter?"
Sharon was stunned speechless as she looked over the contents of the folder. She'd done a temporary stint as Director before Hill took charge, but it was brief and clearly only as a placeholder. This... this was a full appointment. The job was hers. She found the words blurring on the page as her eyes misted up, and she simply looked up at Jessica in dazed astonishment as the other woman quipped.
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your chair to deliver the news, but it's all yours now. Still warm and everything." her grin was gentle and playful as she delivered the soft banter.
Sharon, though, was still in a happy state of shock, and when she finally found her voice it was trembling. "I... I could kiss you."
Jessica's smile returned to that canary-eating feline state of grin, eyes sparkling invitingly as she asked. "What's stopping you?"
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A short time later, Jessica was carrying Sharon through the door of her new quarters, the Director's Suite, the blonde woman clung to her and giving her soft, passionate kisses from time to time, enough to enjoy her but not to cause them to run into things on the way. Once there, Jessica laid her gently on the large, soft bed --a far cry from the simple single bunks of Field Agent quarters, much less the barrracks arrangement those on the lower rank scales got. Slipping into the bed with and gently atop her, Jessica continued their kissing in a passionate and affectionate manner, slowly increasing their intensity together until they were tenderly stripping one another without breaking from their passion. Soon, but not too soon, Jessica gave a gentle smile and began to work her way down her blonde lover's amazing body, only to be stopped by gentle fingers under her chin, which then gave a circular gesture to indicate their owner's wishes.
"Please, Jessica... some for me too?" she softly blushed as she voiced her desire, but really she wasn't comfortable being the passive center of attention, and besides she wanted to taste her lover and give back what she would be getting, as well.
Jessica nodded and smiled, complying with the request and turning around to swivel her hips up and over, inverting herself atop Sharon in a 69 position that allowed them both to indulge in one another equally. As her lips and tongue found the softly-scented and moistened feminine center of her friend and newest lover, she felt the warm touch of the other woman's mouth to her own heated sex, and so it began. What their lovemaking lacked in wild sexual creativity or raw animal lust, it more than made up for in affectionate, passionate intensity, and it ended much like it began, with Sharon clung tightly to her and softly kissing her as they shared one another's taste and scent on their lips. After a time lost in one another, gently drifting in the post-orgasmic bliss of afterglow where affection and closeness was their only language, they relaxed to gentle cuddling and Jessica was the first to break the gentle silence.
"Mmm... I guess 13 was my lucky number today."
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After their passion and the long period of just talking afterwards, sharing each other's company and reminiscing over old times and mutual friends and the future to come as allies and lovers as well as friends, the time finally came to go. Eventually, they spent one last torrid time in the shower, clung to each other with lips fused together as their fingers probed deeply into one another's clenching heat until they found gasping, screaming release in one another's arms, and then Jessica dressed and parted from her newest lover with a gentle, regretful goodbye and a sincere promise to see her again soon.
After a short flight to the main Avengers mansion and a trip through the teleporter to the Avengers West facility, Jessica was finally returning home to a well-deserved rest in her own bed. It had been quite the eventful day.
On the way to her quarters, though, she was caught short by an orange blur from the corner of her eye which was her only warning of the incoming pounce, and moments later she was on her back on the floor of the hallway with the feline Avenger, her friend and lover Tigra, atop her with eyes sparkling in glee and pure mischief in her smile. Like she'd just caught the most delicious of mice and she was both pleased with herself and prepared to feast. Which, in a way, she was.
"Hellooo, spider, and where have you been all day? I--" and then she paused in mid-sentence, blinking as she sniffed, then sniffed again, a little on the astonished side. "I was going to ask what you've been doing, but I think the better question would be whom?" She smiled, and leaned in to breathe in Jessica's scent. "Let's see... not one but two women I don't recognize, and... " pause, sniff, blink more as her eyes widened "a man? Jessica..." a soft laugh "you have been busy!"
She grinned as she rolled off the raven-haired spider-woman and scooped her up to carry her towards her quarters with effortless grace, stronger and more deft than even the tiger whose stripes she wore. She chuckled softly as she demanded "You're going to tell me a story, my little spider, and I want details!"
Jessica could only chuckle in return, shaking her head as she was carried and she clung to the soft warm fur of the alluring tigress. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
Tigra only grinned, eyes sparkling in mirth and mischief. "Perhaps, but satisfaction brought her back. And mark my words, there will be satisfaction."
[to be continued]
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