Constrictor was a guy that liked to keep things simple. Do the job, collect money, fight a hero, getaway to fight another day. Sometimes said series of tasks involved getting beat up by said hero and going to jail for a while, but that was fine. It was simple. Easy to understand.
Now, granted, sometimes he'd attach himself to a big scheme by one of the mastermind types. He'd done work for Norman Osborn, Doctor Doom, Roxxon Oil, nearly all of the big names. He'd even once worked for Red Skull, but he felt dirty afterward. Nobody liked the Skull. But even then, his role was simple: get in the hero's way long enough for 'Brilliant Plan Du Jour' to succeed.
Simple. Easy to understand.
Having the world go upside down on him? Not simple. Not easy to understand.
Now, granted, it's not like he didn't enjoy the blowjob from the Black Cat, but it's not something he ever expected to get. And he certainly didn't expect what he saw after he suited up and went out into the hallway.
The whole atmosphere of the Helicarrier was different than what he remembered. Instead of the stark, highly professional atmosphere he remembered from his time at SHIELD, instead what he found was...
...well, for lack of a better word, it reminded him of a college campus.
Agents were flirting with each other and talking casually, and in some cases outright making out with one another. He saw a same-sex couple here and there, but mostly the interaction was between male and female agents. Asses were slapped,crotches were groped, boobs were fondled... back when Constrictor was an active agent, this sort of behavior would have gotten you written up at the very LEAST.
And then there were the superhumans.
Male and female superhumans, hero and villain alike, were amongst the agents, walking casually as if they had always been there. The Mandarin walked passed him, discussing strategies for something he couldn't hear with Dum Dum Dugan. The two clearly didn't like each other, but they were cooperating.
Constrictor had done work for Iron Nail before, acting as security. Iron Nail was a good boss to work for, having respect for 'the working man.' It wasn't a pleasant mission, however, and Iron Man had embedded him into the wall when he came to thwart him.
To see Iron Nail walking so casually through a SHIELD carrier, as if he belonged there, as if he hadn't tried to destroy one several months ago... It was baffling.
Constrictor shook his head, deciding to focus on finding Shocker and getting to Taskmaster. He made his way through the Helicarrier, feeling a bit dumb, as he had no idea where to even begin looking. After about fifteen minutes of fruitless searching and getting flirted with constantly, he decided to just ask for directions.
Unfortunately, the closest person available to ask for directions was Thundra, currently training with her chain in an open space.
Sighing wearily, he decided to take the chance. The women in this world were a lot more open, right?
“Hey! Hey Thundra!” he called out.
Thundra paused in her training,turning towards Constrictor, and sneered. “Hnph... Another male come to seek Thundra for rutting? Well, the act is enjoyable enough...” she said, rolling her chain up. She sauntered over to Constrictor, the towering woman's immense breasts bouncing slightly with each step.
Constrictor stared up at the powerful Femizon. He couldn't escape thinking about the society she came from, where men were oppressed. She talked about having sex with him, so he knew that she was more open like the other women here, but he couldn't help but be scared.
I mean, she could punch like the Hulk. That alone was terrifying.
Thundra's eyes narrowed as Constrictor stared at her. “Speak, male,” she snapped, making Constrictor flinch.
“You are as terrifying as you are sexy,” Constrictor blurted.
Thundra blinked, startled by the comment, and began laughing wildly. “Oh! Oh my. For a laugh like that, male, you've earned the right to anal,” she said. “Ah. If I'm going that far, I might as well be a bit more respectful and use your name. Do you prefer Constrictor or Frank?”
Constrictor's eyes widened. “Um...”he said. “As... As EXTREMELY tempting as the offer is, I actually just wanted your help on something... It's just a little thing, is all...”
Thundra blinked. “Indeed? You come to me for something other than a mission or rutting? You have Thundra's respect, Constrictor. What task do you need help with?”
Constrictor gulped nervously. “Um...Do you know where Shocker is? I can't find him, and I can never remember where his room is. He owes me some cash...”
Thundra chuckled. “Last I saw, he was making out with the whelp X-23 near the commissary,” she said. “They seemed to be quite into it, so they may still be at it whenyou find them.”
Constrictor nodded. “Okay, thanks Thundra,” he said, starting to turn away.
Thundra smiled, putting a powerful hand on his shoulder. “Wait,” she said. “My offer stands,Constrictor. If you want, before you head out, I can let you haveuse of my ass. I'll even let you dirty talk without punishment.”
Constrictor's eyes widened. Really should find Shocker... But god damn it, if we fix this, I may never have a chance to do this again!!