Freezing Minds

(**R18 Start**)

Emma's smirk deepened as she leaned back on the couch, her icy blue eyes locked on Felix. His chest was still heaving from their last encounter, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Here was the thing about this type of telepathy: it was shared. The feelings, the tension, she could feel it half as much as him. 

She could feel the heat radiating off him, the mix of arousal, exhaustion, and curiosity swirling in his mind like a storm. 

Emma crossed her legs slowly, the smooth fabric of her white dress sliding up her thigh just enough to tease. Her voice was low, dripping with honeyed menace. "You look like you could use a little more... stimulation, Felix."

Felix swallowed hard, his eyes darting between hers and the subtle movement of her leg. "Haah…is that right?"

Emma chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, darling, we're never done. Not when I'm having this much fun." She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her fingers trailing lightly along the edge of the couch. "Let's fuck, hm?"

"That's…"

"Don't play coy with me," she purred, her voice a velvet command. "I can see it in your mind. The curiosity. The desire. You want to know what it's like to be completely... consumed."

Felix's breath hitched. He couldn't deny it. The way she looked at him, the way her words seemed to crawl under his skin and ignite something primal inside him—it was intoxicating. "Emma..."

She held up a hand, silencing him with a single gesture. "No need to beg, darling. I'm feeling generous tonight." Her eyes glowed faintly, a telltale sign that her telepathy was at work. "Close your eyes," she commanded.

Felix hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, his eyelids fluttering shut. The room seemed to grow warmer, the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

"Good boy," Emma cooed. She leaned back again, her gaze never leaving him. "Now, let's see how well you handle... this."

The sensation hit him like a tidal wave. One moment, there was nothing—just the soft hum of the room around him. The next, he felt it: the tight, wet warmth of a phantom pussy enveloping his cock, squeezing him with a pressure that was both impossibly real and utterly surreal.

"Wh-what—" Felix gasped, his eyes snapping open.

"Shhh," Emma murmured, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the couch. "Just relax. Let it happen."

The sensation intensified, the phantom pussy now moving rhythmically, grinding against him in a way that made his hips jerk involuntarily. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of heat, as if it were real. His hands gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white.

"Oh, god," he moaned, his head falling back against the cushions. "Emma, this is... this is insane."

It was nothing like ordinary sex. It was superhuman. 

"Isn't it?" Emma said, giggling. "You should see yourself, Felix. The way your body reacts to me... it's positively delicious."

She was a temptress. A seductor. A woman whose money and power did everything for her. She did not touch and her words only made it worse—or better, depending on how he looked at it. The phantom pussy tightened around him, leaving only the wet, pulsing heat behind.

"You've dreamed about this, haven't you?" Emma continued, her tone teasing. "Being taken, completely and utterly, by something beyond your control."

Felix couldn't respond. His brain was a jumbled mess of pleasure and disbelief, his cock trembling as the phantom pussy worked him relentlessly.

"I can feel it, you know," Emma said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Every twitch, every pulse of your cock. You're mines, Felix. And I'm going to make you cum until you're begging me to stop."

Everything shifted suddenly, the phantom pussy now moving faster, tighter, as if determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from him. Felix's hips bucked uncontrollably, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Emma, y-you…!" 

"Oh, but you can," she said, her eyes gleaming. "And you will. Cum for me, Felix."

It was too much. The pressure, the heat, the sheer intensity of it all pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, Felix came, his body shuddering violently as he spilled into the phantom pussy that squeezed around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his trembling form.

When it was over, he collapsed against the couch, his chest heaving, his muscles weak and unresponsive. Emma watched him with a satisfied smirk, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on the couch.

"Good boy," she said softly. "But we're not done yet."

Emma's eyes glowed again, and before he could protest, the sensation returned, even more intense than before. The phantom pussy was back, its movements slower now but no less insistent.

"You'll cum for me again," Emma said, her voice a sultry command. "And again. Until I decide you're done."

Felix's body responded instantly, his cock twitching despite his exhaustion. He groaned, his hands gripping the couch as the phantom pussy tightened around him once more.

That was until it suddenly stopped and Emma looked away. "Huh?"

Felix panted, cock oozing with pre-cum. "What's wrong?"

"Put your pants back up. I think we have guests."

(**R18 End**)

Felix hurriedly got dressed. On the couch and in such a big mansion, there was a particular atmosphere.

"What? Is somebody here?"

But who? Who would dare to intrude on Emma Frost's mansion? Hell, how would they find it? Unless…

BZZT.

Emma's phone buzzed on the table. She frowned, sitting up and grabbing it. The security feed lit up her screen, and instantly, her relaxed demeanor evaporated.

"Hm."

Felix leaned forward, glancing at the footage. Armed men, masked and clad in black tactical gear, were storming through the front gates, exchanging gunfire with her private security. Bang, bang, bang, bang! Felix flinched. It wasn't loud nor did it hurt.

'Advanced machine guns…top-tier…' 

"Maggia," he muttered. 

Emma's eyes flicked to him. "You know them?"

Felix nodded, adrenaline already creeping into his system. "Yeah. Hammerhead's guys. Most of these were dismantled by—" he stopped himself, but Emma caught it anyway.

"Spider-Man," Emma finished for him, lips twitching. "You can drop the charade around me, Felix."

Felix didn't argue. 'But why here? Why now?'

There was no need to concern. Despite the Maggia's presence, somebody had been nearby watching, ready to pounce. 

Captain America. 

She entered the battle, blocking bullets with their shield. One Maggia member was already down. The rest would be brought down soon.

Emma sighed and stood up, tossing the phone over to him. She crossed to the window overlooking the darkened estate grounds, narrowing her eyes. "I prefer peace and quiet."

She shut her eyes and Felix could feel the shift in the room—the slight drop in temperature, the psychic pulse that made the air feel thicker, heavier.

"Easier when I can see their minds," Emma murmured. "Either physically... or through a camera."

Felix looked back at the security feed on her phone. Emma was freezing them mid-action—men were locked in place, guns mid-air, faces tense but their bodies entirely immobilized. 'Damn, she works fast. She did stop Creature Z after all.' The camera flickered as they advanced in a slow, unnatural march toward the mansion doors, pupils blown wide, eyes glassy and vacant.

Emma's guards seemed okay with it. They were probably deep in her telepathy. Even Captain America was affected. At first, there was some resistance and Emma cursed under breath. After some fight, Emma won and the captain was sedated.

"I'm going to have to alter her memory," Emma murmured. "The captain has some insane willpower. I'm lucky she doesn't know where I am."

Minutes later, Felix was in Emma's personal chambers—as were five of the Maggia soldiers. Hypnotized, blank expressions fixed forward.

Emma sat on her bed, arms folded. "Talk," she commanded, her telepathic grip digging deeper.

One of them, jaw slack, mumbled. "Hammerhead… sent us."

"Why?" Emma asked, voice sharp.

Another soldier spoke up, monotone. "To eliminate all men in the area."

Felix's brow furrowed. "Why here specifically?"

None answered. Except for what appeared to be the lieutenant. The leader. "Because… gamma radiation signature."

What...?

"Your name?"

"Bruno Karnelli."

"Hm, I can see from your memories that you're the son of the Karnellis and the Manfredis. Big Maggia families…" Emma stated. "What do you think, Felix? What should we do with these boys?"

Felix had been silent the whole time. The Maggia was huge and its influence went past New York. He wasn't delusional; he knew there would be pocket groups. When he saw Hammerhead way back when negotiating, he knew as much.

That wasn't what got his attention.

"That's impossible," he said out loud, shaking his head. "No one can track a gamma source. That's…lud…icrious…"

No. No, it wasn't.

His voice trailed off as the pieces clicked in his mind. His eyes darted toward Emma, wide with realization.

No one could track it, except for one man.

"Wait," Felix whispered.

Emma humphed. "What?"

Felix's heart pounded. "Bruce Banner."

"Who?"

Suddenly, the night felt a lot colder.

'Herbie, pull up all available info on Bruce Banner—now.'

An image flashed him. What his Advanced Glasses used to give was now telepathic. 

NAME: Bruce Banner

OCCUPATION: Scientist

GENDER: Male

AGE: 55

MARITAL STATUS: Single

HEIGHT: 5'10 / 1.78 m

WEIGHT: 128 lbs / 58.06 kg

IRISES: Brown

HAIR COLOUR: Brown

EDUCATION: Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics, Ph.D. in Biochemistry, Ph.D. in Physics (Theoretical & Particle Physics), California Institute of Technology (Caltech)

PARENTS: Brian Banner (father, deceased), Rebecca Banner (mother, deceased)

THREAT LEVEL: SIGNIFICANT

FLAG: RED 

Threat Level and Flags—two additional attributes given to him from SHIELD's database. Flags designated the reactiveness of the target while threat levels were self-explanatory, they described the threat level of a target. Creature Z, for example, was at the top. An Omega Level Threat. Threats went from Low Threat, General Threat, Significant Threat, High Threat, and Omega Threat. Spider-Man was originally a Red Flag and a High Threat. After beating Creature Z, Spider-Man had been moved to an Omega Threat and a Yellow Flag. 

EXPLANATION OF CRIMES: Prior to his disappearance, Doctor Bruce Banner was a government scientist researching the mutagenic effects of gamma radiation. Obsessed with the music of Dazzler the singer and wanting to have her all to himself, he befriended her lead guitarist Rick Jones. Banner drugged and experimented on him, secretly bringing forth his "Hulk" alter-ego without Rick's knowledge. Banner had the Hulk kidnap Dazzler's sister Mortis and her friend Pixie in order to isolate her. Like the Hulk, Pixie was brainwashed into attacking her friends and bandmates, kidnapping Lila Cheney to add to Banner's growing collection.

An unknown woman and Gwen Stacy as Spider-Woman meddled in his plans and Banner had Pixie abduct Em Jay Watson as a distraction while the Hulk abducted Dazzler herself. Commiserating with Em Jay's unrequited feelings for Gwen and comparing them to his own for the Dazzler, Banner used his gamma radiation technology to reactivate the dormant Carnage symbiote inside her. An unknown woman whom SHIELD has identified as the Chameleon and Ghost-Spider stormed his lab, while Dazzler was able to break out of her restraints, and in a desperate bid to beat them, Banner exposed himself to gamma rays. He turned into a Hulk the same way Rick Jones had, but this backfired on him as the Hulk that Banner turns into ended up being calm, benevolent and only angry at Banner, whom he considered a bad guy.

The unknown woman that had accompanied Gwen Stacy left with Bruce Banner and Rick Jones. Their current whereabouts are unknown. 

At the very bottom of the story was a note recently updated to the profile. 

NOTE 1: UPON REVIEW WE HAVE LEARNED THAT THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN WAS THE CHAMELEON OPERATING UNDER THE NAME OF NATASHA ROMANOFF. SHE CLAIMED TO WORK UNDER SHIELD TO GAIN GWEN STACY'S TRUST. 

NOTE 2: IT IS LIKELY THE CHAMELEON WAS ASSIGNED THIS AS A MERCENARY MISSION. 

NOTE 3: THE CHAMELEON DID AN EXCEPTIONAL JOB CLEANING UP WHAT HAPPENED. 

The Chameleon. Again and again, she struck. 

'In all likelihood, the mission was assigned to her by Cindy Moon. Cindy wanted Bruce Banner for whatever reason. His knowledge or his Hulk transformation—whatever it was, she has it now. Given her money and influence, she probably has him slaving away at some bunker.' 

The Hulk…gamma radiation…

This was no time to be coy. Knowing the power of gamma radiation, this Hulk abomination that was mentioned might be on the same level as Creature Z, as impossible as that seemed. Felix couldn't take a risk thinking otherwise. He couldn't.

"Ugh…" Emma winced. "What's up with your head, it's like there's needles going inside of it."

"It's nothing," he said too quickly. She must have been referring to the frequencies being sent. Her superpowers could not rationalize it, it seemed. 

"I'm guessing that these men are after you, even if they don't know it."

"Yes, they are." A breath and closed eyes. Then Felix asked, "Hey, can I ask how far you can control a mind?" 

"Not too far, if I'm being honest. If it's a single mind I'm focusing on…" Emma thought about it. "Maybe a kilometer? It'd be tough. I can go from mind to mind and look through the eyes of people for at least two kilometers, but that involves me not messing with their minds at all."

"But you can at least go for a kilometre for one person, right? Here's the plan, if you're willing. Rearrange the memories of these guys. Make them think that they succeeded in killing whoever they had to. They'll give Hammerhead the call and he'll be happy. I bet he's going to ask them to come for a reward. Cindy Moon's messenger will be there too."

"Cindy Moon? Isn't she arrested?"

"You don't think she has influence?"

"Right, stupid question." Emma drew in a breath. "Well, if this is what you want, then fine. If we're going to partners that fix the world, it's better that we start to trust and help each other. Agreed?"

Emma got up from her bed and extended a hand. Felix took it.

"Agreed."

"So," she drawled, "is Spider-Man coming back? We'll need him for this."

No answer. No immediate answer. Because Felix didn't want to. 

"Can I be honest?" Felix said, glancing at the night sky. "I've liked it. I've liked being…mortal. Being able to relax and sleep properly. After everything that's happened, I think deep down, after this, there's really no turning back. I'm going to be Spider-Man probably for the rest of my life."

Emma blinked and narrowed her eyes. "Rest of your life? What are you—"

"I'm a scientist, I've done the numbers." With the Symbiote, the spider-bite, and Extremis—? "I'm probably immortal. I won't die from old age or from a bullet. Hell, if I experiment on myself like a mad scientist, I bet I could survive a nuke. I bet I could do all sorts of amazing. Some of them I don't want to do."

"But it's not your choice anymore."

"It's not. Spider-Man is beyond me now. It's more than a mask for Felix to wear, it's the saviour of New York. I saved the city and now the city believes in me." He clenched his fist. "It's time."

'Yesss….!' 

The Symbiote resurged from his brain. His muscles expanded and Felix winced. The pain and the agony of his powers coming back, it was greater than he thought. If this was the old him, he might have screamed.

But as Spider-Man, he took it. Tendrils appeared from his wrists and through his mouth. The scarps of his Superior Suit that the Symbiote swallowed and learned from spilled out to fill him out. Black with a proud red spider emblem. A backpack of nanotech at the back.

The Symbiote miraculously had taken it all and kept it sealed within his brain.

Alien technology? Alien psychology? Frankly, it didn't make sense to Felix. For now, it did not have to. His strength was back. He clenched his fist, feeling overwhelming power. If he wanted to, he could have toppled this whole mansion in a single strike. 

'YES! WE ARE BACK!' 

"We are." 

Emma's lips parted, surprised. 

She could no longer read his mind. She was no longer her equal. 

Yet they were partners.

"Their car is nearby," Spider-Man said. "Let's make it count. The captain won't be in paralysis forever."

****

The car rumbled down a dark service road where the mansions of New Canaan, Connecticut lived. Inside the black SUV, Bruno Karnelli, one of Hammerhead's top lieutenants, sat behind the wheel, face calm but eyes vacant—his mind firmly under Emma Frost's control.

In the rear seats was Spider-Man, clad in his black and red Spider-Man suit with Symbiote tendrils wrapped around both himself and Emma Frost. The webbing pulsed faintly with a soft shimmer, keeping them both invisible to the naked eye. Ordinarily, Felix couldn't extend his invisibility to other objects.

But with the Symbiote, new possibilities arose. 

Emma, sitting half on his lap in the confined space, shifted slightly as she maintained her psychic grip on the crew. Five of them in total, three of them In the cramped space behind the rear seats, away from sight. 

"You know," Emma whispered near his ear, "this is either genius or insane."

Felix grinned beneath the mask. "Why not both?"

Ahead, Bruno's voice crackled through the tense silence as he answered a secured line on his burner phone. The voice on the other end? Hammerhead.

"Yeah, boss," Bruno said, subtly monotone if one listened closely. "We got him."

Felix tensed slightly, feeling Emma's concentration as she fed Bruno the lines telepathically. Emma's breath was slow and measured, but her fingers lightly brushed Felix's arm to steady herself in the psychic strain.

"Tell me exactly what you mean by 'got him,' Karnelli," Hammerhead barked from the other end of the call.

"We shot the target until he was dead," Bruno replied, deadpan. "Didn't leave a chance. He's a corpse now."

Hammerhead chuckled over the line. "Good. Finally. What about confirmation? Any witnesses, any loose ends?"

"No loose ends," Bruno recited, staring blankly ahead. "No one saw a thing. Took care of it clean. Got the body."

Hammerhead exhaled, satisfied. "Alright. Lay low for two days. I'll send a runner with the next set of instructions. There'll be a nice bonus for you boys."

"Bonus? Are we going to meet the employer?"

"Is the corpse with you?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then damn! They told me it was going to be impossible to get the corpse too but guess not!" Hammerhead laughed. "Whoever this was, they definitely drummed 'em up too much! I'll have you meet Cindy's guy! My runner will give you the location too."

'Cindy Moon's crew,' Emma echoed in his mind. 'You called it.'

Bruno nodded at nothing as he absorbed Emma's next psychic suggestion. "Got it, boss."

"Good man," Hammerhead said before hanging up abruptly.

The SUV went quiet except for the hum of the engine and the occasional rattle of loose gear in the back. Bruno's mind was still blank, the hypnotic fog holding steady as Emma flexed her fingers against Felix's side.

Spider-Man shifted beneath her. "Smooth delivery," he whispered.

Emma smirked, still telepathically tethered to their pawn. "I'll rearrange the rest of their memories once we're parked. I should be able to make an illusion to make them believe they have a body to give. Even if they're questioned about it, it'll hold. The next step's gonna be tricky. I've never heard of this Hammerhead but if he's a mafia guy, he's probably not dumb."

"No," Spider-Man agreed. "But he's confident. And that's the easiest kind of arrogance to exploit." Felix's symbiote adjusted, holding them tightly in their shared bubble of invisibility. Even as Felix shifted to the door, threatening to open it. "Let's go. Captain America is strong-willed, your hold on her might not last."

"Agreed."

He kicked the door open, ran along the road, and thwip! Spider-Man carried Emma Frost in his arms as they web-swung back home. 

"Oooh, I like this!" Emma said through the wind and with a grin. "You do this all the time?"

Thwip!

"Mhm."

Emma looked up at him, arms laced around his neck, and finding her eyes enthralled by the masked superhero. With his powers, there was a sense of invulnerability in him. A confidence that didn't exist before, like everything he did was well and truly within his plan.

To some extent, that was the case. The trap was set.

'Cindy Moon and Bruce Banner—I'm coming for you.'