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[Fade in on Steve Rodger’s shocked face]
“Captain Rodger,” Pepper started strutting towards the towel clad Captain America, “Is there anything I can do to help you prepare for your meetings today?”
“Ah no,” Steve stuttered, “I am just going to take a shower.”
Steve retreated back into the bathroom and started the shower. He waited for a moment as he heard the clicking of heels once they stopped he signed and stepped into the shower. There was no way he could face Director Hill or Miss Potts with a ragging hard-on. Only too late did he look up and see Miss Potts open the glass door to the shower and step in.
“Ah! Shit! Ahh!” Peper screamed as shouted as the ice cold water splattered over her thin latex suit.
Steve watched with a chuckle as she fled out of the bathroom, reaching back to grab her heels after she left. Steve stood in the shower for another minute before turning it off and went back to get dressed. He found the white button down shirt and pants. He quickly dressed and combed his hair. Walking out of his rooms, Steve noticed the Avengers Mansion was less Victorian Manor Meets Super High Tech as it was Victorian Brothel meets Super High Tech. The paintings on the wall were all old style nudes of women. The Staff were all women and they were all wearing either a rubber skirt suits or black rubber sexy French maid dresses. Each of them practically drooled watching Steve walk by.
He was a piece of meat! They all stared at him like he was meat! Steve quickly went to the basement hanger and got on the Quinjet.
“Shield Helicarrier,” Steve told the voice activated autopilot.
On landing Steve felt his heart drop. The Deck crew were all women in skin tight orange catsuits. Steve tried to ignore the Crew in their Blue Catsuits and tool belts, the Agents in their latex skirt suits, and the Tactical girls in their dark blue latex cargo pants, sexy combat boots, and latex turtlenecks. Steve was running past them all until he found the door to Director Hill’s cabin.
“Director Hill? Please tell me you aren’t wearing rubber,” Steve knocked and ducked into the Director’s cabin.
“No Captain Rodgers I am not wearing Latex,” Director Hill said with the hint of a smile in her voice.
Steve turned around as saw Maria Hill laying across her desk stark naked!
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