The Defenders were Felix's elite defense squad. Captain America, Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Rogue, and Luke Cage.
"A nude island? Oh, hell no."
Felix HAD to tell them. There was no way around it. First, they were his friends. Second, they were his guards. Third, there was no way Emma's mind powers were going to work on all of them at the same time while he was in Africa. No way. She had her own things to do and he had certain people, like Rio and Miles, who Felix preferred be spared from any mind fuckery. He didn't want them to experience it or potentially grow suspicious of it. Nothing. Natta.
The Defenders signed up for it. They didn't.
"Meh. I'll go," said Rogue, lying on his bed with her arms behind her head. They were all in his room with Felix standing with his hands in his pockets, Samantha and Carol at the door, Luke sitting at his study chair, and Monica sitting on the bed.
Carol had to go and ask, "Has SHIELD granted permission?"
Monica turned to the one person of authority. "Captain?"
Captain America did not blink. "The doctor will be in a completely different continent. Our job is the same as it has always been, we accompany him."
"Me too?" Luke complained.
The captain gave him a judgmental look, like she was berating him for war crimes rather than not wanting to go to a nude colony. "Yes, you as well, Luke. You are a cop, you have sworn an oath. If you do believe in your own oaths, then believe in the doctor. He would not leave New York if not for good reason."
Samantha tended to be stoic unless she addressed Felix. Like now, where she wore a polite smile, urging him to explain himself.
"Thanks." Felix smiled. "I'm negotiating for Vibranium, actually. It's for a new project."
That earned plenty of curious looks. Yes, he had a new project. Two of them. One for Spider-Man and one that was both a cover story and the real deal.
"I call it Webware. It's a Felix Faeth original. I originally came up with it as a kid and now I've got the means to make it a reality. To make a longs story short, it's a wrist device which allows individuals who own it to have affordable internet access with clear reception and unlimited data anywhere on Earth. The device is virtually waterproof and if my calculations are correct, should last up to a decade without needing a new battery."
His suits and Spider-Bots were outfitted with technology similar to this, although Webware lacked Herbie. Herbie was a connective tissue beyond his understanding. Its construction and how its signal could reach almost anywhere was only half-understood by Felix. But half was more than enough. Half granted Felix the ability to apply it universally. Webware had a special type of nanotechnological computer that was very difficult to crack or even notice.
For the people of New York—hell, for the whole world, it was going to be a miracle. A miracle that was going to need the energy-absorbing alloy that was Vibranium.
"That sounds incredible," Samantha said.
"I will report this to SHIELD," said Carol.
"No problem," Felix said.
After all, with the amount of money Felix was going to spend, he was going to have plenty of leftover Vibranium. SHIELD wouldn't be able to count every ounce of it. A couple of missing tons would go unnoticed.
"I will ask them to send people to protect Rio and Miles in our stead," Monica said.
Felix brightened. "Thank you. Thank you a lot."
"Where is the meeting point?" Samantha asked. "I presume a princess' means of travelling to her island isn't exactly legal."
Felix pulled out a golden-trimmed card. "I have her card here. I believe we call it, get a time and day, and a boat ride to her island from Narwhal Yacht Charters."
Rogue cackled. "Let's get going and give a call then."
Luke groaned. "This is the stupidest thing ever."
This event was going to be something alright.;
***
The Narwhal Yacht Charters terminal in New York Harbor was mildly busy. The usual crowd of private elites and dignitaries milled about the boarding area. Much of the city was in disaster, oh sure. However, that only applied to those who homes and businesses were impacted. To them, it was hell. To these people, there was fear and a need to get away. To not stray too far and enjoy a cautious day out.
'Symbiote? Herbie?'
Phone in his pocket, the signals were sent. The assigned ship of Kenyan royalty was found. Sort-of. There was no written or digital piece of information linking to it. The princess and her people were careful to make this illegal and unfindable.
The yacht docked at the end of the pier wasn't just any vessel—it was one of Kenya's royal family boats, a sleek, obsidian-black superyacht trimmed in gold with the Kenyan coat of arms emblazoned near the bow. This wasn't just a ride; it was a statement of power and exclusivity.
And stepping toward it like they owned the place?
Felix Faeth and his Defenders.
Felix led the charge, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp, tailored black linen shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms. The warm sea breeze ruffled his dark slacks as he walked, polished shoes hitting the dock with confidence.
Behind him, his hand-picked circle of guardians strode in formation, looking like a walking movie poster for a spy thriller.
Captain Samantha Wilson was in a navy-blue tailored suit, cut sharp but tactical, with her ever-present aviators shielding her watchful gaze.
Agent Shadowcat AKA Rogue, the adamantium-laced wildcard, had opted for an all-black military-style ensemble, leather gloves tight over her fingers as she adjusted her cufflinks.
Monica Rambeau, representing the US Army, exuded power in a white, double-breasted blazer and matching pants, her gold hoop earrings glinting under the dock lights.
Carol Danvers, formerly Air Force, went with olive-green slacks and a fitted, sleeveless turtleneck, the epitome of effortless military discipline. Luke Cage walked with a loose, dark brown linen shirt and khaki pants, already looking irritated. The two of them carried their bags. This was going to be a long, long journey. Almost 8,000 miles of journeying.
"Still don't get the point of this," Luke grumbled. "We're going to take it off anyway."
"If we look like a bunch of bums, we won't be getting on," said Felix. "Trust me."
"You know Luke, you didn't have to come," Monica added, suppressing a laugh. "We may be a team but there's enough of us to watch over him."
Luke went quiet and just shrugged.
Felix chuckled. "Hey, consider it a cultural experience."
The yacht's boarding ramp was guarded tightly by four men. Felix handed the card and, well…
"Captain America…" one guard said. He stared, expression stoic and his mind freaking out. He was from Kenya yet the super soldier was a celebrity nonetheless. "Please, come up."
Boarding happened fast and easy, moreso than Felix expected. It was good to have the captain, a face everybody knew. He preferred having Emma, but she told she would never, ever go back to the nude island. Worse than being physically naked was being mentally naked. Stripped of her powers, she felt truly exposed. It was a feeling Felix couldn't exactly understand: he enjoyed not having powers. He enjoyed being human.
But, he supposed, their experiences as normal humans were also different. She had been experimented on by the government and chased too, whereas Felix lived a largely ordinary life.
This yacht wasn't as massive as Osborn's. It was smaller and tighter, meant for camouflage. Herbie hadn't managed to find a list of who was going but he did find schematics of this yacht.
First was the Main Deck where the guests boarded. It had polished teak flooring, a seating lounge with soft cushions in Swahili-inspired patterns, and an open bar with locally sourced spirits. Then the Dining Hall as well as the Guest Quarters where everyone stayed. Felix was not yet supposed to go there.
"We're going to put away the bags."
Carol gave a nod to the captain who nodded back. Suddenly, it was just Felix, Samantha, Monica, and Rogue. Luke and Carol were off to put their things away.
Felix headed to the Lounge, located towards the back of the yacht. Guests sat, drank, and talked business. The walls were adorned with traditional African tapestries and the bar was always stocked.
That was also where he met two very familiar people.
One was Erik Killmonger, the renowned mercenary—lean, powerful, and wearing an open silk shirt that showed off entirely too many abs. He glanced up from his drink and smirked. No greeting, only a brief acknowledgment.
Only Samantha caught his gaze and narrowed her eyes. She could tell he was no ordinary fighter.
As for the other…
'Anthony Stark.'
His father's great, mysterious boss. The man who, in some way, caused Felix misery in his childhood. The billionaire was in a white linen suit and dark sunglasses. He leaned lazily against the yacht's gold railing, swirling a drink in his hand.
Felix felt the shift in the air before Stark even spoke.
"Well, well," Stark drawled loudly. Felix was several steps away yet his voice and authority carried. "Felix Faeth. Didn't think I'd see you again after the Osborn yacht party."
'Seems like he was expecting me.'
He knew who Felix was. He knew about the whole business behind Maria. His pride was certainly wounded.
Stark's mouth quirked, but there was something sharper behind the grin. "So let me get this straight—first you show up at Norman's private event, now you're on a royal charter to Africa?"
Felix swooped a glass of wine, unaffected. "It's an honour, sir."
"None of that sir stuff. Here, we're equals." Stark chuckled, shaking his head. "Still going out with Maria?"
Ah. There it was. The videos and the messages and the taunting. Maria telling him to leave her alone. It all stung back. It all came back.
Felix gave a nonchalant shrug. "We broke up. We're more…casual now."
Making him smirk only to rip it away. Casual. Casual. The implications probably drove the billionaire wild.
"Is that right?" Stark's expression didn't change, but the air between them grew tenser. He drank. He eyed him.
"You're a sneaky one, aren't you? I did some homework on you. Your father used to work for me. He was a manager of a building, I can't remember. I did fire him," Stark said. "Yep, that much I remember."
"Mhm.
"So are you happy? You got your revenge, you cucked me. Congrats." Stark applauded him twice. "Con-fucking-grats!"
"Honestly? Yeah, a bit."
"Great. I guess we can put this behind us, hm?" the billionaire said with complete insincerity. A slight to his character and integrity was not going to be forgotten. That was the kind of man he was.
Rogue snorted. Monica sipped her drink, watching the exchange like a tennis match. Samantha did not care in the slightest.
"If you want to," Felix said, raising a hand though not quite extending it.
"Cute. Real cute." He tilted his head. "But here's my question—what exactly are you up to?"
Felix let a beat pass before replying smoothly, "Same thing as you—enjoying a vacation."
Stark studied him for a long moment. He huffed a laugh.
"Right. Vacation." He took a sip of his drink, then turned. "See you on the island, Faeth."
As Stark strolled off, Rogue leaned in. "He hates you."
"Yep."
"You fucked his ex?"
"Not so loud, Rogue."
"Fine, fine."
Felix made eye contact with Killmonger again. This time, he approached. "You and Stark have history, eh? Hope it's not the bad kind."
"Unfortunately, it is."
"Ah, well, I'm his bodyguard. Try not to cozy up to him too much, I have a job here," Killmonger said. His eyes then flicked to Captain America. "Woah, cap. Honour to meet you."
"You're the mercenary Killmonger. I know you."
He stiffened ever so slightly, albeit the smile on his face never faded. "If Cap knows me, then I must be doing something right."
"You were Lieutenant Erik Stevens. A graduate of the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis as well as the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. You designed the automated Combat Drone that would replace human soldiers in ground warfare, a project you called Project Liberator. It never took off. You joined the Navy Seals. You were a part of the covert assassination squad and earned the name of 'Killmonger'."
A beat passed.
"I read your profile," Samantha stated. "You are dangerous. You are reckless. You were once patriotic. You are intelligent."
"I'll take every single one of those statements as compliments." Killmonger flashed a smile. "As much as I enjoyed it, I have to catch up to Stark. See ya."
Once he was gone and out of earshot, Felix glanced at Samantha. "Why did you do that? Lay out his whole backstory?"
"I know his type. They relish in their training and ability; in knowing things others don't. When that gets exposed, then they become uncomfortable. Prone to making mistakes."
"They're not our enemy," Felix pointed out.
"Maybe. But if we ever did come to blows, I want him to know that I know everything he could possibly do. That if Stark ever attempts to harm you, then Killmonger will not do so with full confidence." Samantha gave a soft smile. "Apologies if it was a bit much. He's among the best mercenaries in the world. We need every advantage we can get, especially considering we are off to another continent."
"No, no, it's okay. I'm the scientist here, not the soldier. I'll trust your judgement."
"This journey will take approximately two weeks," Monica suddenly announced. "We should check out our quarters, see what this place is about."
***
The perimeters were scanned, the invited members were identified, the number of people and weaponry were counted, and so much more. Rogue was, as always, the best spy of the group. She had this spry agility to her that the others lacked. Samantha was a close second with her spy skills only being knocked down due to her being the literal face of War World II. Everyone knew her. She had to pull off disguises in order to hide herself.
Three hours went by. Felix did not interact much with the other guests. Samantha suggested he keep to his quarters and he followed her advice. He needed Vibranium right now, not money.
The Kenyan yacht cut through the Atlantic. In his assigned quarters, Luke and Monica were playing cards, while Carol and Samantha were out and about. Rogue was cleaning a knife for no reason at all.
Felix stared out the window. The sea pulled and pushed and quivered. Never still, always moving.
This was his first time out of the Americas.
He was heading to Kenya, to an island ruled by Ororo Munroe, Princess of Kenya—a woman with direct access to Vibranium and a willingness to make deals. He was acting as a businessman at long last. No more long distance investments to companies he didn't know. Ordering online via Herbie who did all the messaging and analysis.
No, today, Felix had to act.
More hours passed. In the meantime, Felix used his phone. With Herbie and the Symbiote, he sent signals and did outlines and blueprints for the Webware. Some details needed to be finalized.
The door opened and in walked Luke bringing plates of dinner for everyone. "Bacon-wrapped pesto pork tenderloin!" Luke announced. "Annnd duck breast with apricot chutney."
"Duck breasts? What?"
"Yeah, I've never had it either." Luke put the plate down on Felix's bed and on the table Rogue and Monica were at. "Here, here, here."
"The hell is chutney?"
"What? You don't know what chutney is?" Luke asked. "Have you never had Indian food?"
"Hell no."
"Aren't you a New Yorker? We have literally food from every country imaginable, you should try it."
"Meh, I'm an American gal." Rogue stabbed her fork in the meat and plopped it in her mouth. "Mmm. Juicy and crisp."
"Feels like it's for rich people," Monica commented following her own bite.
The heavy Luke sat down on the bed with Felix. Both of them ate and concurred with their assessments. It did feel like it was food meant for rich people.
'I'm rich now so I should get used to this.'
Rogue and Monica talked and commented some more. They seemed quite into critiquing and assessing the food. Luke was fine with just having food.
"Shit, man, you eat a lot," Felix joked.
"Need the calories," Luke said. He was a big guy. Made sense.
"By the way, thank you."
Luke looked up. "Hm? For what?"
"I mean, it's not easy doing…" The nude thing. Okay, somehow, this was harder to say than to do. "...this. You didn't have to come but you did."
"Of course I was going to come. Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh, come on, like this is whole situation is weird and even though you're assigned to me, I gave you permission to stay and protect Rio and Miles."
"Felix," Luke said with a degree of severity, "you have no idea how much you mean to people, do you? To the world?"
"Huh?"
"Rio, Jessica, Miles—everyone speaks highly of you. Everyone knows what you can do—except the world. Honestly, that shit pisses me off. The fact that someone as amazing as you can't be recognized for it." Luke shook his head. "Jessica made me promise too. I can't let down a friend. Any friend. For myself, for Jessica, I'm more than willing to strip down naked."
Felix was…actually a bit touched.
"I'm not a smart guy," Luke admitted. "Not like you. But I'm smart enough to know who the good guys are and the great guys. I think you're one of 'em greats. I think you'll change the world."
"You put too much faith in me," Felix said sheepishly. "Spider-Man is the real hero."
Luke shook his head. "Nah. As a cop, when I was a rookie, I used to think I could change the city by myself. But you come to learn that the world isn't so small that it only needs one hero. The world doesn't change from the efforts of one person; it takes everyone. Not just Spider-Woman or Spider-Man. Everyone." Luke ate the last of the meat. "You want seconds?"
"Why not?"
Having women to fuck was nice and having a good guy friend acted as a good balance. Felix sometimes felt like he was losing sight of himself, of what he really wanted. Rio, Miles, Luke—all of them tipped the scales of his confusion and desires.
***
Lamu Island, located in the Indian Ocean and with so much history that it took Felix's genius mind a while to grasp it all. Some centuries ago, it was a place of the old people of the region and migrants travelling through ship. A port where foreigners and traders from Arabia, Africa, India, and China met up.
Now, it was owned entirely by the Kenyan royal family—by Princess Ororo Munroe.
White-sand beaches stretched along turquoise waters, lush palm trees swayed in the breeze, and just beyond the main island was Nyota Cove—the exclusive nude retreat for Ororo's chosen guests. There were other areas and other parts. Those were beneath Felix, however.
The yacht slowed. Felix glanced at his team.
"You good?" Felix asked Luke who was easily the most distraught.
Luke grumbled, "I still can't believe we're doing this."
Everybody waited for the mega yacht to stop. Slowing, slowing, slowing, they all gazed upon the secluded paradise before him.
The cove was breathtaking. Pristine white sand stretched along the shoreline, curving into an emerald jungle. The ocean shimmered turquoise. Exotic birds called from palm trees. A series of stone-carved cabanas nestled between the cliffs, blending into the natural beauty of the land. Everything about the place screamed exclusivity, an untouched haven hidden from the world.
But Felix's focus wasn't on the landscape.
No, his attention was currently locked on the woman standing on the dock, arms crossed, watching them expectantly.
Princess Ororo Munroe.
The yacht stopped. Felix's group and Anthony Stark's group went down first. Out of the thirty some guests, they were the most important. The VIPs, so to speak.
The princess herself was as advertised: very, very nude.
Well, almost. A silk robe, the color of a summer storm, hung loosely over her shoulders, but it did absolutely nothing to conceal her full, regal figure. Her rich brown skin glowed under the sun, her curves were sculpted to perfection, and her piercing blue eyes held the judgment of a goddess preparing to weigh the souls of men.
She was waiting.
They were on her sands. It was time for customs to be respected. In America, public nudity was a crime. Here, it was mandatory.
'Dictators, am I right, guys?'
'Yessss, we concurrr.'
'YES, DR. FAETH.'
Yeah, these two were not funny at all.
To his left, Erik Killmonger rolled his shoulders. The mercenary seemed unbothered. The same could be said for his both.
"You know, if I was in your place, I'd install prima nocta," Stark stated with that same joking arrogance. Felix grimaced. That was lowkey kinda fucked up.
"You know the rules," Princess Ororo called out, tone smooth but firm. "Nyota Cove is a nude retreat. You will respect my customs."
Stark smirked. "You just want an excuse to judge dicks."
Ororo's smile was serene and ruthless at the same time. "Correct."
Killmonger was already unbuttoning his silk shirt, moving with annoying confidence as he let it slide off his chiseled torso. His dark skin was littered with scars, each one a mark of battle.
'No, not of battles. Kills.'
The mercenary kicked off his sandals, then, with a flourish, undid his drawstring shorts and let them drop. The verdict? Great. Ororo tilted her head slightly, eyes sweeping him up and down before giving a small nod of approval.
Killmonger grinned. "Damn, Princess. Not even a little blush?"
"Who do you think I am? Above average is a dime a dozen here, mercenary. Now then…"
Oh shit. His turn.
"You're cute," she said. "I usually don't put cute men on my VIP list until I was told you helped with the battle against Creature Z. I should give my thanks, hero."
"It was my honour, princess." Felix did something of a curtsy. Ororo was smiling widely, expectations sky high of this hero.
Felix took his time, rolling back his shoulders before peeling off his linen shirt. He heard Samantha inhale sharply. He wasn't sure if it was from his physique or the anticipation of what came next.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and dropped them.
The reaction was immediate. Killmonger glanced over and whistled. Ororo put a hand over her mouth and quite literally gave a standing ovation. "Now this is what I call a storm! Oh lala!" She licked her lips. Her eyes widened like she was examining amazing. "I've never had something so big step on this island! Full points! Full points, I say!"
Smiling, grinning, the robed Ororo applauded and applauded and then went beside Felix. She wrapped an arm around his waist. "Oscar, was it?"
"Felix," he corrected.
"Oh yes! Allow me to show my island! My home!"
Ororo pointed to…
Oh. Oh, wow.
Off in the distance was a castle. An actual castle, beige in colour with blue tips and rooftops. It was huge and built up against a beautiful backdrop of the sky.
"It will be a long, wonderful walk," the prince declared while glancing down at his dick. Oh yes, she was looking forward to this.
In the meantime, everyone else started to strip. Everyone on the yacht, the unnamed and the sexy. The Defenders on the sand, including Captain America and the grumbling Luke. Ororo looked over her shoulders and blinked when she saw Luke.
"Ooh, nice!" Turning, an arm still looped around Felix, she reached forward and touched Luke's bicep. "I enjoy big muscles like these. You must be Felix's guard, right?"
Luke stiffened and gave a nod to answer her question. "Thank you, princess."
Her gaze went lower. She smiled and met his eyes. "I like you!"
Hands to his sides, Luke forced a smile. "T-thank you again."
Then there was Monica, Carol, and Rogue. Ororo's gaze were swift, only pausing at Carol. "Ho…what size are those, blondie?"
Carol's blink was as slow as her response. "G-cups."
"Oh my. How tall are you?"
"Five foot eleven."
"As tall as Felix. I like it."
Finally, her gaze settled on Samantha. Even Felix and Luke glanced at her. She was more of an Amazon warrior with a nice rack, abs, and thick legs. Not that type of thick but the type that could chop trees in half.
"Captain America…" Ororo had Felix turn to look at her directly. Samantha had her arms behind her, alert and on-guard. When she was like this, not even Felix's swinging dick could embarrass her. "Your boobs are bigger than I thought they would be."
"..."
"Must be American propaganda," Ororo joked. "Anyway, shall we get going—oh, no, wait. It seems only one of us hasn't stripped yet."
All heads turned toward Stark—who, so far, had refused to move. The billionaire's arms were crossed so tightly, he looked like a kid being forced to eat vegetables.
Ororo's smirk widened. "Stark. I'm waiting."
"I hate it here," Stark muttered.
"Come on, boss," Killmonger said, nudging him. "It ain't a big deal, man."
Stark's gaze dipped down and gave a certain, "are you kidding me?" expression. Killmonger was no Felix. As Ororo suggested, he was above average. Stark's gaze moved again to Luke. The giant six-foot-six, two hundred pound male was not as hung as Killmonger. A bit of an amusing sight, really.
Except it wasn't funny at all because as Stark huffed out a breath, pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes—
He hesitated. He looked at Luke, then Killmonger, and then the final boss, Felix Faeth. He seemed to mutter, "God dammit."
"Now," Ororo prompted, tapping her bare foot on the sand. "I still have guests waiting on the yacht. Hurry up."
Stark gritted his teeth, muttering curses under his breath before finally—reluctantly—dropping his slacks.
The verdict? None of the guys said anything. It was what it was. But the chicks? Monica had to bite cheek to stop himself from laughing. Rogue laughed outright. Samantha and Carol were more professional.
Princess Ororo? She simply stared at Stark for a full three seconds, then sighed, deeply disappointed.
Stark's face twisted. "Oh, come on! That's not fair!"
"If your dick doesn't hang past your balls while soft, please lower your fucking voice when you speak to me."
Yikes. Stark immediately shut up. Like…what the hell could he say to that? Luke felt bad for the guy. Even Felix did. Just a bit less though.
Stark, completely over it, grabbed his sunglasses and jammed them back onto his face. "You know what? I'm rich. I'll be fine."
Ororo merely re-hooked her arm around Felix's, turned on her heel, and started walking. "Finally. Now then, let us go, my new friends!"
Above in the sky, Felix noticed it was darkening. "Ah, princess…?"
"Ah, the storm? Don't worry, it's fine. I love the rain. It's why I own this place. The rain and the magic…it's glorious."
A stormy nude colony…
'Talk about hyper specific fetishes.'
Getting off the beach and sand only took a couple minutes of walking. Soon, they were in what was a small village. There were bars, small shops, and even a nightclub. The village was a modern place. The buildings had light not from candles or thatched roofs but motels and hotels to facilitate everyone. Hammocks hung between palm trees, and every surface—every terrace, every lounging area, every beachside pavilion—was built with one thing in mind: comfort and pleasure.
Indeed, everything here was artificial. Built specifically to Ororo's whims.
'Look at that—the neon lights have Vibranium lining. That's the most pointless thing ever. She's wasting hundreds of millions for literal nonsense!'
The people lounged nude, bronzed, and utterly uninhibited.
Men and women, lean and sculpted from a life of luxury and pleasure, walked with the kind of confidence only the truly beautiful possessed. Some stood near low-lit fire pits, engaged in discussions over glasses of imported wine. Others lay on pillows and silken sheets, their bodies draped over one another, lazily basking in the heat of the afternoon.
Modernity and village style life.
"Just how many people are here?" Luke asked in a mutter.
"A little under a thousand," Princess Ororo answered. "It's my little village, you see. It is as glorious as the clouds."
"Holy shit—isn't that the long jump lady from the Olympics?" Stark exclaimed, pointing right at her. She was sitting in a circle of other Olympic athletes. "I tried to get her number after I saw her performance. Her ass was amazing."
Killmonger scoffed. "Dude, you know she can hear you, right?"
"I know. Man, what I would do to get her in a gang bang."
Ororo immediately stopped and turned. "This isn't just for sex, fool. We enjoy this. We like being free and without judgement. Haven't you noticed? There are no cameras here. No media. It's just us. Those with power are able to be ourselves without the meek and weak judging us."
Stark raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, woah, apologies, princess. I didn't mean to offend."
Princess Ororo scoffed and pointedly looked down at his lower region. "Acting like your dick is huge when it barely touches six inches is insane. You should know when to keep your mouth shut, Stark."
The billionaire pursed lips. Once again, he had no rebuttal.
A modern mixed village with celebrities, athletes, and hotties. That was what this was.
There were two nightclubs; one at the start of the village and one at the end. The nightclub at the end suddenly opened with a tall man suddenly stumbling through with a grin and two chicks happily carrying him. Luke did a double-take as he looked ahead.
"H-hold on, that's Piper…"
Even Felix looked over. "You mean the NBA player…"
"He's the best in the league, man." Luke jogged, catching up to the princess and Felix. "That is him."
The princess stopped and so did everyone else. Up ahead, they witnessed the tall basketball player joke around with the ladies. "How about we go to my motel, hm? Hmmmm? Hahahaha!"
He was drunk as hell and huge in every way. Taller than Luke albeit lankier and with thick dreads. The girls loved him. Either it was his money talking, the alcohol, or his body. Maybe a little bit of everything.
"You think I can get his autograph?" Luke asked.
"I think he's occupied," Felix replied.
"Shit…a once in a lifetime opportunity too…Piper never signs autographs…"
Princess Ororo laughed. The man went from one side of the village to the other, left to right, entering the love hotel and disappearing with the supporting women. "Mhm. Big, tall, and strong. Actually, in terms of aesthetic, I prefer footballers. And no, you daft Americans, I do not mean your silly rugby."
Alright, so saying this was a sex colony, mentioning sports, and being too patriotic about American was a no-go with the princess. Good to know.
A short Asian woman walked past them, drinking boba tea and smiling. Her eyes went all over Felix and Luke. She intentionally slowed her walk to look at them properly. She liked what she saw.
"What was that?" Luke asked, exchanging looks with Felix.
"Ah, her. Cute OnlyFans girl. I think she's the third biggest? I don't know," Ororo said. "Anyway, I flew her here to see how she'd do. In just one week, she's gotten addicted to the Eiffel Tower."
What.
"Anyway, let us go by train. We can do some small sight-seeing."
What.
What the hell was this place?
There was a transit system. A fucking transit system. Right towards the end of the village, a train suddenly rolled in, blocking anybody and everybody from going further. The group entered the train and walked through the aisles.
This wasn't some small train either. It had many, many compartments and nude workers. Nude workers.
"Wait a minute, this train…" Stark trailed off. "Wait, wait, wait…"
"It's self-driven too," Ororo said with a smile. "Thanks to Stark."
"So this is why you bought that train from me!?"
"Mhm. Ah, here, let's sit here. Luke, and Captain, join us."
Everybody else, go sit elsewhere, Ororo was saying. She was a cocky woman alright. They listened anyway, especially Stark. He did not want to talk to the princess anymore.
Ororo and Felix sat together with Luke and Samantha across from them. Ororo was a confident little goddess who smirked and eyed up the pair in front of her. The princess did not seem consistent in her likes: if something caught her eye, then it just did. Teasing him, she spread her legs.
Luke flushed and looked toward the window, which wasn't too easy given Captain America had the window seat. Meaning, he was looking at a nude woman anyway. This one being a figure from his history books and who half the population of America had a crush on while growing up.
"Looking out the window, hm?" Ororo said with a smile. Right now, the castle was in view. The closer they got, the more beautiful it became. "Beyond the castle are the original inhabitants of this place. They have a huge port too. It's how I ship things here legally speaking. Ah, look, look! My ski hill!"
It was like a blur. One second, they were looking at the castle and the next it was blocked by a huge white hill.
Felix blinked rapidly. "Huh."
Luke was super impressed. "How did you do that? A ski hill? Doesn't the snow melt?"
"Technology, technology, technology," Ororo proclaimed. "There's more to the nude portion than you think. We have a waterfall, a skydiving helicopter, pools and beaches and even a jungle. I excavated and changed almost every inch of this place."
She sounded very proud of this place, like she built it brick by brick.
"Why?" Samantha asked. "Are your whims that deep?"
A certain smile appeared on Ororo. A goddess-like smile, arrogant and expectant. "Not even your precious SHIELD likely knows about this."
Samantha narrowed her eyes. "...?"
"Time to update your databases. You see, I am a descendant of an ancient line of African priestesses. They hailed from this island and all of them had white hair, blue eyes, and even the potential to wield magic."
"Magic…?"
The word echoed repeatedly. Magic…to Luke and Samantha, it hardly felt real.
"Yes, like Spider-Man I presume," Ororo said.
'You presume incorrectly. My powers aren't based on magic. But wait…Symbiote?'
'Yesss?'
'Phew, you're here.'
'Why would our commune end?'
'Because I was afraid my original hypothesis on Emma losing her powers might have been not because of the abundance of Vibranium but magic. Magic is…'
He flashbacked to his fight against Jefferson Davis. He wielded a magical gauntlet that belonged to a Thor of another world.
'I don't have a good grasp on it yet.'
'I seeeeee…! I believe…I believe I sense something. Maybe it is this magic, maybe not. But it has no effect on ussss.'
A magical island in Kenya ripe with Vibranium. Whatever the explanation for Emma losing her powers, the same did not apply to Spider-Man.
"For many generations, my maternal ancestors lived here. We served as its leaders, passing our magical powers from mother to daughter. Then we left to expand our rule and when we did, the gods were displeased. We lost our powers and in turn gained people and wealth. A sign that we have stepped away from the gods at last."
Ororo cupped her cheek.
"Only one part of the old rule exists. A small cave in the east. It is where we once conducted our most sacred rites and where the gods would commune with us. They would use a special ruby, one that I keep in my castle. It belonged to my mother and her mother before her."
Luke had to ask: "Does it actually work?"
"Oh, no, of course not. Not anymore." Ororo laughed a little. "You may see me as crazy but I genuinely do believe my bloodlines possessed magic. We have simply lost it, that is all."
"Which gods did you serve?" Felix asked.
"Serve? Me and my family descend from the great goddess Mujaji."