OP 20

Emma Frost:

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Harry let out a deep yawn as his eyes slowly opened. He blinked several times before realising that he was not in his room in Avenger's tower, that wasn't his ceiling that he was staring at. It didn't take long for him to remember exactly why he wasn't in his usual room.

A couple of days ago, he had come to visit Professor Xavier to discuss the X-Men teaming up with the Avengers. He had been graciously allowed to stay the night when suddenly, the mansion was attacked. He and Wolverine managed to defend the mansion by themselves, one thing led to another, and soon they had ended up fighting Juggernaut, which hadn't been fun.

His recollection of events was interrupted by a slender arm wrapping itself around his torso. He froze as he felt a smooth leg place itself over his legs. He looked to his right in time to see a blonde woman smiling at him. The woman in front of him was a perfect ten in looks, probably even a twelve, a matching figure as well based on what he could feel pressed into his side. Her head was resting on his arm.

'Oh God,' Harry thought to himself. 'I somehow managed to bed Emma Frost!' The memories of what happened shot to the front of his mind like a bullet. Admittedly, he had thought that he had been dreaming. But no, apparently, he actually had spent the night with her.

"Good morning," She said with a dazzling smile. "I must say, I wasn't sure what to expect. But you sure don't disappoint."

"Oh, thanks, I guess," Harry said, giving her a smile back. "Got to admit, it took me a second, I thought that I had been dreaming."

"That good, was I?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yeah, I -"

"Then I'm sure you wouldn't say no to a repeat performance," She purred, running her hand over his chest.

"Umm..." He was about to take a moment to think about it before realising that there was nothing on this Earth more important to him than what she was offering. "...Sure."

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"So then I dropped it at his feet and said, 'Boom, are you looking for this?'" Rhodey said proudly as he looked between Harry, Thor and Tony. All of the Avengers, along with many celebritie,s had been invited to a party at the top of Avengers tower, hence why everyone was dressed in their best.

"That's nice," Harry told him after a moment.

"Boom, are you - You know what, why do I talk to you guys?" Rhodey couldn't help but wonder. "Everywhere else, that story kills."

"Is that the whole story?" Thor asked genuinely.

"Y...Yeah, yeah, it's the War Machine story," Rhodey said, looking quite put out.

"Oh, well, it's very good then." Thor smiled at him.

"Nice save," Rhodey said, a hair's breadth from rolling his eyes.

"Look, Rhodey, I like you, but what you're doing is the equivalent of telling doctors that you know how to put on a plaster," Harry shrugged. "Tony's been through crazy shit, Thor's been alive since before this country was even founded, I think. Hell, look at me. I was in another universe a year ago. Since then, I've turned into multiple aliens, saved dozens of lives and fought Hulk, Loki, Hydra experiments, Hydra, one Winter Soldier, a couple of mutants and a mildly racist tree. Not to mention my proudest achievement in bagging the hottest blonde on the continent."

"Finally, someone with the right priorities," Tony said, clapping Harry on his shoulder. "Speaking of which, how are things going with you two?"

"Going," Harry shrugged. "Last I checked, my girl's been meeting with your girl. Something about combining your company with hers, if that happens, then I get to work with you."

"You're working for Emma Frost's company?" Rhodey asked.

"Oh yeah," Harry confirmed. "Essentially, she pays for materials that I give over to my smarter aliens, and they make ground-breaking technology with it. She sells those, and I get my own fairly good share of money from all of them."

"And then you sleep with her?" Tony asked, focusing on the important issue.

"Well, naturally," Harry confirmed.

"Hold up a sec," Rhodey cut in. "So, to sum up, she pays to give you stuff, you turn into something smart enough to change that stuff into money-making products, get paid a shit-ton from her and from your bonuses, and then you get to sleep with your boss after?"

"Sometimes before, but yeah," Harry confirmed with a nod.

"Damn,"

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"Harry," Emma said, looking stunning as usual as she walked into his lab. "Harry, where are you?"

"Emma!" Harry smiled brightly as he jumped on top of a table, currently in his Jury Rigg form, a form that looked a lot like a little red goblin. "You're looking pretty!" He smiled brightly before tapping the dial on the Omnitrix, a moment later, he transformed back into human form and hopped off the table with an amused snort. "Being Jury Rigg is like consuming all the coffee."

"I'll take your word for it," Emma said with an amused smile. "I just wanted to check if you were doing anything important tomorrow."

"Well, it was supposed to be my day off but I sense that you have other plans," Harry replied, giving her a questioning look.

"Oh, you know me so well," She smiled. "Tomorrow afternoon, there is a shipment of Stark-Tech being delivered to one of my warehouses. According to what I managed to work out from that goon we fought yesterday, there is going to be an attack on the shipment by some imbeciles hoping to get some Iron-Man tech. I'd like it if you could be on standby to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Sure," Harry shrugged. "I am expecting a good bonus though." He added.

"You will be paid a more than adequate amount of money," She said with an evil smirk as she walked up to him. "And if it goes well, then you might also get one more thing. Let me tell you exactly what I'll give you." She pressed herself up against him, leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. She pulled back and gave him a saucy smile before turning and walking out of the room with extra sway in her hips, leaving the holder of the most powerful device in the universe completely stunned.

"I...I didn't even know that what she just described was legal," Harry thought out loud.