Marvel: A New God's Reign

Chapter 68: Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

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"If you want revenge, do it on your own! Don't draw innocent people into it!

- Kurosaki Ichigo (Bleach)"

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<(Atem POV)>

"Is that truly Jeff?" I inquired while resting in the aftermath of our orgy, my finger gesturing towards the photo in Gwendolyn's phone. "He seems to have experienced a... considerable jump in growth. Are you certain he is a shark, Gwen? He might even be a mutant whale of some sort... like a meta-blue whale?"

"Huh? What are you suggesting?" Gwendolyn Poole, aka, Gwenpool, retorted with a frown. "He's merely a juvenile at this stage. My adorable Jeff is still a baby, he is still maturing." She defended.

"Are you really calling Jeff a baby?" Jean from the other end of the room remarked with a wry grin. "He devoured two organ trafficking mercenaries during our recent mission in Africa. Astonishingly, he retained their entire attire and tactical equipment inside him without a trace of expulsion. We know because we waited days, hoping that he would expel some of their remains, as we wanted to match their DNA against a similar organ trafficking incident in New York. That shark can even digest plastic for all we know. 'Baby' hardly seems an apt descriptor for him now, nor does 'cute,' for that matter." Jean chuckled softly at her memory of the formidable, almost twice-human-sized grey-hulking predator.

"Oh, that reminds me. I forgot to tell you, but while working on that mission I found someone special among the mercenaries, a certain abandoned member of the Wakandan royal family. He seemed to be the leader of the small independent mercenary organization." Gwen revealed after she suddenly remembered about the "royalty" she had captured a couple of days ago. "Oh, by the way, he is currently in the super-secret torture room under the central embassy building. I was thinking of making him Jeff's playmate, but you can visit him before that if you want to chat with him."

"It's not a torture room, Gwen but a prison, well, officially at least. So, don't call it a torture room. If word gets out, it will be a PR nightmare." Vanessa remarked, adopting Emma's calm businesswoman-like demeanor with uncanny precision, mimicking both her facial expressions and vocal cadence quite literally using her shapeshifting powers.

She was lucky that both Emma and Selene weren't here today due to them being busy with some political and business-related stuff, otherwise, they would have immediately made Vanessa regret imitating them. They not only had the most serious personalities among all of my girls, second to only Morgana but also did their best to maintain their elegant and graceful image by any means possible due to the serious nature of their jobs.

"HAHAHAHA, that was so real. Now, do me, do me." Gwen cheered.

"That's what she said," I could not help but react with a smile at Gwen's words.

"He already did, remember? He took complete advantage of your elastic powers. I don't think I in my one thousand years of life have ever seen someone's holes being stretched that much." Morgana tried to crackle a joke which resulted in Gwen sporting a dreamy smile on her face.

"If we are speaking about the guy who was just recently imprisoned on the charges of metahuman organ trafficking, then I have actually already interrogated him, you don't have to visit him personally darling." Jean quickly uttered, her voice sounding almost panicked. "You see, I have been recently experimenting with my powers with Wanda and we needed human subjects to practice some new skills. We normally prefer to choose the vampire and werewolf criminals that Blade imprisons in the tortu... uh, prison. When we saw him, I believe his name was Erik killmonger, we thought that he was also some type of inhumane beast due to the weird patterns on his skin. Only after I started my practice did I understand he was just an ordinary human."