"I will be by later, I understand Lady Watson is being picked up by VIP helicopter?" Fury finished with a rhetorical question.
The Bell 206B Jetranger II was painted with the markings of the Bell Helicopter Corporation's Public Relations division. The massive corporate logo on the side ensured that prying eyes didn't ask to many questions as the Dutchess of Queens, Mary Jane Watson
boarded the helicopter and was greeted by a suit with a briefcase and a glass of champaign.
"Doc Octavius?" Mary Jane asked already knowing the answer.
"Yes Dutchess," the Shield handler said, "Here is the contract from the company."
"Hum?" Mary Jane was sipping the Champagne and looking off into the distance.
"The Helicopter Company," the handler prompted, "They want you to do photo shoots for their advertising. Bikini spread, sexy pilot, and so on. They are offering a large sum of money and a personal helicopter."
"Schedule it," Mary Jane continued to stare off, "find a good charity to donate the money too."
It was a tense flight as they made their way to the helicarrier. The Blackwidow, Boyar of Moscow waited for the front runner for the queen's throne. Mary Jane followed her instructor.
"Lady Watson," Fury bowed slightly.
"MJ," Felicia smiled.
"Ready for tonight's conditioning?" MJ asked her counter part.
"Here is the potions," Black Widow geustured to a waiter with cocktail glasses.
"Absolute love and devotion for the king of the world," MJ commented, "and the best part is it tastes like a Shirley Temple!"
All the ladies drank the love potion, then MJ and Felica were strapped into restraint chairs. They were injected with the super soldier serum and then their heads were incased in the special VR sets.
"It has to be done this way," Fury said, "After Captain Roger's betrail and what happened to Miss Brant. We have to go slow, and they have to want to go with it."
"That pig, turns out to be a Republican," Black Widow spat, "Now he not only leads a uprising against the thrown, he encourages other to commit treason too! And for what?"
"Well atleast these two are loyal," Fury smiled, "Each night they are here what are their improvements?"
"Atleast another 20 pounds on the bench and 5 seconds off their runs," Black Widow smiled, "They are getting as ripped as Miss Walters."