musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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Nick Fury set the folder in front of the Black Widow. She glanced up at him and took the folder. "This is a rescue mission." Nick said matter-of-factly. "The young man there has an affliction, a rather strange affliction."
The Widow glanced up at Nick, "The exploding kind it would seem. So you want me to put him down."
Nick shook his head, "His body contains an incredible amount of energy. Unfortunately our sources tell us it is an uncontrollable energy, for him. Which brings me to the oddity of the condition." Nick sighed and pulled out a chair to sit across from the Russian agent. "It would seem that this young man will explode if his sexual tension gets too high."
Widow snorted and looked down at the dossier in surprise. "You're serious? What am I supposed to do with that?"
Nick shrugged, "Bring him here so that Banner can figure out a way for him to control his explosive side."
"Why not just put him down? If he is so dangerous."
"If we jumped the gun on that we wouldn't be a very nice government would we? Besides we tried that with the Hulk, and you know how that turned out. It shouldn't come to that though, you simply make sure he keeps 'relieved'" Fury stood up and moved to the door, "Your plane leaves in five minutes."
* * * * *
Jake Kenson ran down the street, the rain pouring down upon him. He couldn't believe it happened again. He tried to avoid it at all costs, but with the school tour around Europe he hadn't had time to be alone enough to take care of things. This time it had been an entire city block in Paris. He just burst and that light swirled around him, the next thing he knew there was nothing but rubble and screams.
He ran, like he always did. He didn't want to get caught, especially in Europe. He'd be detroyed in prison, and besides it would only happen there too. The only thing that seemed to help was masturbating, or sex was the best. He found himself relieved after he took care of that need. But if he went too long that pressure inside of him would build again, then it would be like a clock had started counting down.
He rounded a corner and slumped against a brick wall. His tour group had been vaporized in his latest outburst. Now he was broke and lost in France and he didn't know what to do. Hell he didn't even know who he could call. His parents had been his first victims, he was alone.
He closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe he should just curl up and die. It would save lives in the long run, he was dangerous.
"Shit what do I do?" He said to himself.
The Widow glanced up at Nick, "The exploding kind it would seem. So you want me to put him down."
Nick shook his head, "His body contains an incredible amount of energy. Unfortunately our sources tell us it is an uncontrollable energy, for him. Which brings me to the oddity of the condition." Nick sighed and pulled out a chair to sit across from the Russian agent. "It would seem that this young man will explode if his sexual tension gets too high."
Widow snorted and looked down at the dossier in surprise. "You're serious? What am I supposed to do with that?"
Nick shrugged, "Bring him here so that Banner can figure out a way for him to control his explosive side."
"Why not just put him down? If he is so dangerous."
"If we jumped the gun on that we wouldn't be a very nice government would we? Besides we tried that with the Hulk, and you know how that turned out. It shouldn't come to that though, you simply make sure he keeps 'relieved'" Fury stood up and moved to the door, "Your plane leaves in five minutes."
* * * * *
Jake Kenson ran down the street, the rain pouring down upon him. He couldn't believe it happened again. He tried to avoid it at all costs, but with the school tour around Europe he hadn't had time to be alone enough to take care of things. This time it had been an entire city block in Paris. He just burst and that light swirled around him, the next thing he knew there was nothing but rubble and screams.
He ran, like he always did. He didn't want to get caught, especially in Europe. He'd be detroyed in prison, and besides it would only happen there too. The only thing that seemed to help was masturbating, or sex was the best. He found himself relieved after he took care of that need. But if he went too long that pressure inside of him would build again, then it would be like a clock had started counting down.
He rounded a corner and slumped against a brick wall. His tour group had been vaporized in his latest outburst. Now he was broke and lost in France and he didn't know what to do. Hell he didn't even know who he could call. His parents had been his first victims, he was alone.
He closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe he should just curl up and die. It would save lives in the long run, he was dangerous.
"Shit what do I do?" He said to himself.