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Note: This is written as if she was still an avenger and living in the avengers mansion. The civil war never happened.
Carol Danvers (Miss marvels alter ego) sat up in bed. For a moment she tried to discount what she thought had just happened as a dream, but even as she began to lie back down she knew it wasn't true. Her nipples were beginning to harden and her pussy was starting
to drip. While before the idea of having sex with someone she didn't care about would have been repulsive, she was already trying to think of the nearest person she could fuck.
Leaping from her bed, she strode to the mirror. All she was wearing was a pair of pyjama shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Wishing to feel the air on her skin, she tore of the shirt. Her breasts were large, not huge, but large. She had never felt insecure about
them, as she was a confident person. The cool air of the room teased her nipples even more and so she began to play with them. Caressing and stroking them and occasionally giving them a hard twist. Slowly she slipped a hand into her shorts, and began to slide
a finger into her cunt. She was already wet enough to get it in without trouble, so she added another. After a few minutes she realised she wasn't accomplishing anything and that she needed to start formulating a plan. In a supreme effort of self control,
she managed to remove her hands from her body. But she still couldn't stop her self from peeling her shorts down off her legs and tossing them on top of her shirt.
So it's a years of sluttiness or an eternity of
imprisonment, eh? Then I'd better get started. She thought. Naked as the day she was born, she crept into the corridor. on the wall there was a computer screen, which she quietly activated. She tapped up the attendance in the avengers mansion. Spider
woman (Jessica drew) was asleep in her room, as were Tigra (Greer Nelson) and She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters). Finally, Hawkeye (Clinton Barton) was in the gym.
She licked her lips. Who to choose...
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