Under Madison's bewildered gaze, the scenery around them shifted abruptly, and they appeared inside a secluded alley.
Not far away, a man in black was staring at them in terror.
"Damn monsters—don't come any closer!!"
The man in black raised his gun and aimed it at the two of them.
Luke suddenly shouted, "Hail HYDRA!"
The man in black froze. Suspicion flashed through his eyes, and he even lowered the muzzle slightly.
So it really is connected to HYDRA.
Seeing this reaction, Luke instantly understood.
After all, in the Marvel Universe, how many organizations could casually deploy such a well-trained unit?
And even more so—nine times out of ten, if something shady was going on in Marvel, it was related to HYDRA.
Even if he guessed wrong, it didn't matter. HYDRA wouldn't mind taking the blame anyway.
Madison looked puzzled. "What kind of code word was that?"
Before Luke could answer, the man in black suddenly snapped back to his senses.
Seeing the knowing look on Luke's face, he instantly realized he had been tricked.
"You bastard—you dared play me?! Die!"
Furious, the man in black raised his gun and emptied an entire magazine at them.
Luke calmly stared ahead as a stone slab materialized out of nowhere in front of them, completely shielding both of them.
Unless the bullets could turn corners, there was no way a pistol could penetrate solid stone.
The gunfire stopped.
Through the 3D view, Luke saw the man in black pull out a round object and hurl it toward them.
"A bunch of disposable cannon fodder that can't even give me an Anomaly Point. Why can't they just surrender obediently?"
Luke shook his head, ready to raise another rock ridge and shield the same way as before.
At that moment, Madison thrust both hands forward violently, an invisible force whipping her hair.
"Wait—"
Before Luke could finish speaking, the grenade—forced back by Telekinesis—detonated with a loud boom, scattering the man in black all over the alley.
The man in black thus lost his life—but gained his freedom.
Amen.
"Well? Not bad, right?"
Madison lifted her chin slightly, revealing her smooth neck, the kind that made one want to plant a hickey on it without hesitation.
Luke fell silent for a moment. "I was actually going to suggest taking him alive."
"Oh? Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Madison instinctively drew her neck back, switching to an awkward smile.
"Never mind. Even if we kept him alive, there's no guarantee he would've talked."
Luke reached out, and a bloodstained communicator along with a phone appeared in his hand.
Perhaps because the man in black was dead, the items he carried had become ownerless, allowing Luke to pick them up and register them.
He could even view their item properties.
Item Name: S.H.I.E.L.D. Dedicated Communicator
Evaluation: A communicator with fairly high security performance.
Madison leaned over curiously to take a look. "I know what you're going to do—you'll answer the call with this, then subtly probe them to figure out who they are. That's how it always happens in the movies."
Luke casually tossed the item into a lake five hundred meters away and shook his head. "It's not that complicated. I already know who they are."
"Who?"
"HYDRA S.H.I.E.L.D."
"HYDRA S.H.I.E.L.D.? What kind of ridiculous name is that? Would anyone seriously call themselves that?"
Madison muttered under her breath and glanced around, only then noticing that the walls sealing off both ends of the alley had vanished without her even realizing it.
She didn't need to guess—Luke had already restored everything to its original state.
Even though this wasn't the first time she'd witnessed such absurdly miraculous methods, Madison was still deeply puzzled.
What was the principle behind all this?
It was simply unbelievable.
Suddenly, a thought crossed Madison's mind. She lowered her voice and asked hesitantly, "If they're coming after me… then my place isn't safe anymore, is it?"
"So tonight… how about staying at your place?"
"You wouldn't mind letting me take refuge there, right?"
Madison looked at Luke with a pitiful, pleading expression.
But how could Luke not see through what Madison was really thinking?
She claimed she was coming to his place for refuge, but in reality, she was ...after his body!
When away from home, a boy must know how to protect himself.
If you encounter a situation like this, beware of traps.
Dick-kun: Stop immediately, and let me take over.
So Luke nodded. "No problem. Just remember to bring your things."
Madison replied with a meaningful smile, "Of course. I'll be sure to bring a little umbrella."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "I meant go back to your room and pack your luggage. Who told you to bring that? I never use an umbrella!"
Even if it was only 0.01 millimeters thick, the difference in feeling was worlds apart.
Not long after the two finished packing and left, a group of men in black arrived silently to clean up the scene.
Coulson looked at the pitch-black scorched ground and the five-meter-high ridge of rock beside it, his brows deeply furrowed.
He squatted near the edge of the wall, measuring repeatedly and giving it a few solid kicks.
Just then, an elderly woman carrying groceries noticed the scene, and her shrill voice rang out instantly.
"You damn bald man, don't pee on my wall! Get out of here! If I catch you lurking around again, I swear I'll kick your ass with my boot—I mean it!"
Coulson's face darkened as he subconsciously rubbed his dangerously receding hairline.
Wait—I'm not bald yet! I should sue her for slander!
Coulson watched as his subordinates showed their credentials and ushered the old woman away, then turned to Tony Stark, who had just descended from the sky.
"Tell me—how did that thing disappear, exactly?"
Ignoring the old woman's lingering glare, Coulson kicked the wall again.
The wall and the ground fit together seamlessly, looking completely natural, as if nothing had ever happened.
If he hadn't seen the incident footage himself, he would never have believed there had been any problem with this wall at all.
Tony Stark stood in place, waiting for JARVIS's scan results.
"Sir, the wall and the ground show no signs of separation under any detection method."
"How is that possible?" Tony muttered. "That's completely illogical."
Coulson immediately understood—JARVIS hadn't reached any useful conclusion.
"Well, even if we don't know how that person did it, at least the wall has been returned to its owner," Coulson said optimistically.
Tony Stark frowned. The scene before him was steeped in unmistakable strangeness.
The perfectly restored wall, the pillar of fire that existed in the form of water, and that special perception capable of accurately locking onto every enemy...
By comparison, the suspected spatial magic and shield magic that the kid used were the least noteworthy.
Although Tony didn't yet know about the existence of Kamar-Taj, he was well aware that wizards existed in this world, and he'd even had dealings with some of them.
Those wizards… well, they were still flesh and blood.
His armor-piercing rounds had always been very confident when dealing with carbon-based life forms.
But the "magic" Luke displayed completely challenged human understanding.
More magical than magic itself…
Just then, a subordinate handed a file to Coulson.
Coulson glanced through it casually. "Oh? Madison's agent was actually a hidden cultist."
"Hm, let me look at their destination—motherfucker!"
"I think there's no need to investigate any further. They're dead meat."
…
"Seriously, dude, thanks for letting me take refuge here."
She kicked off her heels, rolled her shoulders, and turned to him with that half-lidded smile she only ever wore when she knew exactly what she wanted.
Luke leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms folded, pretending he wasn't already half-hard just from the way she was looking at him.
"Refuge, huh?" he said, voice dry. "That what we're calling it now?"
Madison stepped closer, slow, predatory. "Don't act like you're not happy to have me here, Luke." She reached out, fingertips brushing the hem of his T-shirt, tracing the bottom ridge of his abs like she was reading braille.
"God, you've been working out more. These are obscene."
He let her look. Let her touch. He even flexed a little.
"Arms up," she murmured, voice already rough.
Luke obeyed, raising both arms and hooking his hands behind his head. The position stretched his torso, carved every line of muscle into sharp relief. Madison made a low, hungry sound and leaned in, lips brushing just beneath his pec, tongue flicking out to taste salt and warm skin.
Luke's cock jerked in his jeans. He didn't even try to hide the shudder that rolled through him.
Madison smiled against his skin, breathing him in like a drug. "Fuck, you smell good, how the hell were you hiding your hotness all this time?"
He laughed, shaky. "Maybe I was afraid of getting in trouble with a queen bitch."
"Well, that didn't go as planned."
She dropped down, wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and took him deep in one slick slide. Luke groaned, hips jerking, but she held him still with one hand splayed over his abs, feeling them ripple under her palm.
She sucked him hard and messy, pulling off with a wet pop only to bury her face in his armpit again, moaning around the taste of him while her hand pumped his spit-slick cock.
It was filthy. It was perfect.
Luke was shaking now, every muscle locked tight. "Mads—bedroom. Now."
She let him drag her up, let him spin her around and march her down the hallway with one hand fisted in her hair. By the time they hit the mattress, clothes were gone, and Madison was on her back with her legs spread wide.
Luke gulped at the scene and then .. he went wild like an animal!!
Clap! Clap! Clap! Hips snapping, headboard slamming against the wall.
"Harder," she gasped.
He growled, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her nearly in half. The angle let him hit deeper, let her watch every flex and ripple of his torso as he pounded into her. Sweat dripped from his chest onto hers; she lapped it up like it was honey.
Madison's eyes rolled back. Her nails raked down his stomach, leaving red trails. "Luke—God—right there—don't stop—"
He didn't. He fucked her like he was trying to ruin her for anyone else, like every thrust was a claim. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, her broken moans, his ragged breathing.
After 4 hours...
"Oh no! Urg.. urg.. You brute, slow down! L-Let me sleep.. I'm going to die!"
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