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35: Ascensión

35: Ascension

Nothing can help you release stress better than a good and intense session of "fun" with a beautiful lady. John did not exactly boast of being virtuous and chaste, so being without a woman's touch for so long had been a challenge in itself, considering the kind of man he was. Even so, with the ongoing war, he knew he couldn't let himself be too distracted. Thus, he had made a great effort to suppress any carnal desires and focus on his war duties as expected.

An effort that quickly vanished in the face of Peggy's insistence. It seemed he wasn't the only one yearning for a reunion, and like the good man he was, John made sure to meet the woman's expectations for several hours until she finally passed out with a smile on her face.

Unfortunate, since he still had plenty of energy left to use, but expected nonetheless. After all, she was still just human. That she could last as long as she did was already a great display of her above-average physical capacity, but in the end, her stamina reached its limit and John had to let her rest, which was a little frustrating and, in a sense, disappointing, but he decided not to dwell on it for now.

And so, with nothing else to do and no need for sleep, he left the woman's room and began wandering around the base in good spirits. It was nighttime, so activity was minimal, but from time to time, John crossed paths with some staff members, whom he greeted courteously.

Most of them he hadn't met beforehand, so he made sure to memorize their faces. After all, if everything went well, he would be working with them for quite a while—of course, as long as they weren't spies. John knew that sooner or later, if it hadn't already happened, S.W.O.R.D. would have some infiltrators. Charles might be a good safeguard for detecting in time those who would try to climb too high, but those who kept lower profiles would still be a problem that would grow as S.W.O.R.D. acquired more personnel.

'There will probably need to be some cleanups in the staff from time to time.' That way his good mood was slightly dampened. Fortunately, a rather attractive distraction decided to appear at that moment to steer his mind away from such thoughts.

"Jo—Colonel." John, whose walk around the base had brought him to the mess hall, turned around to see Janet entering, who still seemed a bit sleepy if her slightly disheveled hair was any indication.

"Miss Van Dyne, it seems I'm not the only one up early around here. May I offer you a cup?" John then pointed toward the pot of the coffee maker he had just prepared a few moments ago, the coffee in it still releasing slight wisps of steam.

For her part, Janet couldn't believe her good luck. Ever since she found out that John would be returning to the base, she had been thinking about how to talk to him in private, and by coincidence, she had run into him in the mess hall of the base just when it was practically empty except for the two of them.

It seemed that the good habit of waking up before everyone else had finally paid off. She probably wouldn't find a better opportunity than this, so, summoning her courage, she stepped forward.

"Uh, sure." She could only hope her communication skills were up to the task.

Seeing her awkwardness, John raised an eyebrow. He didn't need to be a genius to notice that the girl had something to say—he could see it in her eyes. His curiosity was piqued, but he decided not to rush her and instead allowed her to take her time.

Janet watched silently as John prepared both cups of coffee, trying to find the best way to start the conversation she'd been wanting to have—but without much success. It seemed her brain had decided to take an unannounced vacation.

"You know, I didn't get a chance to thank you earlier."

"Huh?" Janet blinked, somewhat confused, her rising mental crisis abruptly interrupted by John's sudden comment.