We look as he visits the city of Crestkill, New Jersey.
Bruce Wayne and Lucias Fox sat on one side of the table to Janet and Hank Pym. For this meeting there were no lawyers, no notaries, no one except the four at the table.
"Mrs. Pym," Bruce started, "I want to make this part perfectly clear. We are not here representing any branch of Wayne Enterprises or the Wayne Foundation. We are here representing a mutual assosciate."
"You are just here to get weapons!" Hank spat.
"Hank," Janet shushed her husband.
"Quite the opposite. I had a rather in depth conversation with your friend from Gotham," Fox spoke up, "And he was rather adamant that we should make it impossible to for any one to use or make weapons from this technology."
"Bottom line is," Bruce spoke up, "I don't need to get mugged in my own kitchen while trying to get a glass of milk to be convinced to shell out the cash to keep these Pym do-hickies off the market."
Across the street from Van Dyne Industries
Barbara Minerva was in normal cloths while she searched, and so far there was no sign of Bats, Wonder Cunt or any of the other Justice jack-offs. The egg heads at A.I.M. had actually managed to outbid Luthur. Now she needed to figure out what the security
was before she broke up the deal. There was the Stark-tech security system, the four suit and tie S.H.I.E.L.D. team, and the father and daughter pair walking around out front. If his name really was Logan Xavier, she would eat a pair of Stuart Weitzman’s
“Diamond Dream” stilettos! Laura Kinney was defiantly his daughter even if the ID file didn't list a father.
That's when she felt a warm spot on her butt cheek. Looking throw the binoculars she zoomed in on Logan, her mouth watered, she crotch felt all warm and goey, and her ass twitched at the thought of his man hood inside of her.
On the Street
Logan decided that a root beer was nothing like they use to be. Still he drank from the plastic bottle as he and Laura circled the block again and again.
"Why does Stark want us here for Wasp's meeting with the Wayne people?" Laura moaned again.
"Every whack-fuck in Gotham has a bulleye painted on Wayne," Logan shrugged, "Not to mention the Legion of Dodos all seem to be pissy about his goody two shoes shit too."
"What ever gramps," Laura transitioned into being the annoying teenage daughter, "speaking of dodo's what did they taste like way back when old man?"
Logan growled.
Later that night
Logan opened the door to the motel room, there were candles, champagne, silk sheets, massage oil all with in his sight in the darkened room. He also smelled rubber, perfume, sex and something... he couldn't place as if it was there but not there...
A warm feeling struck his shoulder seconds before his guest tried to tackle him. She was clad in a skin tight rubber cheetah suit complete with twitching tail. She lept at him again, hugging and kissing him with a very deep erotic passion! One that he
started to feel too!