Colonel Parker and His Crawling Commandos!

[agentof]

The entry door of the hallway to Doom's cell slides open - revealing a very triumphant-looking Colonel Peter Parker, accompanied by ten agents in SHIELD garb - some of whom are entering by crawling on the ceiling or the walls

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[house_of_mystiq]

Raven dives for one of Parker's guards, shifting as she tackles him.

"Get her!" Shouts one of the identical pair.

[agentof]

Agent John Jameson swore a blue streak as he managed to dampen some of the opponent's tackle by swinging them into a grapple. One foot adhering to the floor kept him anchored, and still technically upright. (The backwards bend he was executing would put an olympic gymnast to shame.) "Goddammit, this is why I HATE shifters!!" His unanchored leg hooked through the mirror image's, and with a one-footed leap, he moved to smash his opponent between him and the wall.

[house_of_mystiq]

Raven fights off a grin. There's nothing like a man who knows how to use his tongue.

"That's not natural!" She grunts increduously at his backbend, trying to confuse any soldiers nearby. Nice to know she doesn't have to stay so stiff.

She struggles an arm out of his grapple, letting him smash her up against the wall. Her lungs can take it better than his. The free hand buries in his hair in an attempt to slam his face against the wall.

[agentof]

"What fun's natural, bitch? If you really ARE a woman under the blue." Jameson manages to twist enough to take the hit to the wall at an angle, rather than breaking his nose. He grins confidently, despite the throbbing in his temple. "My fiancee calls a hit like that 'foreplay'." Mystique, if she tried to pull her hand away, would find it bonded to his scalp. Shifting quickly, his legs locked around her waist, adhering as well, as he bashed his forehead towards her face.

[house_of_mystiq]

Raven tugs once at the attached hand. Jameson's face smiles back at the agent. She sheds the outer layer of skin attached to his webbing and brings her arm up between their faces. The side facing him is thick, solid bone with only a thin pretense of tanned skin as a lining.

"Glad to know you like it rough, Agent."

Rather than shed the skin where his legs are attached to her waist, she pops a woody and bucks her hips into his.

[agentof]

Metabolic control. Fucking wonderful. As if normal shifters weren't annoying enough from a teamwork standpoint. One eye shut as his forehead meets the bone plate, he shakes his head to toss off the scraps of flesh, spider-tactility releasing.

He winced and fought back the reflex to release as she jabbed into him, but tightened his legs' grip with metahuman strength.

"Rough, sure. Freaky's not my style though, 'herm'." Grabbing onto her neck as a decoy move, his free hand jumped quickly to his holstered stun pistol, unloading a round to her stomach.

[house_of_mystiq]

Sheisse! That fucking hurts. She scrambles to adjust her metabolism, struggling to resist the drag of the stun while she pumps herself full of adreneline.

Instead of passing out, she sags against Jameson, breathing hard. "My shiny blue cock got more tail last month than that baby carrot hanging between your legs has seen in a lifetime."

Damn, it feels good to be home at SHEILD. Part of her is innanely proud of the Agents attacking them. That doesn't stop her from sweating LSD onto the back of her hand. She slaps him hard, dragging as much of it as possible across his skin before she's completely stuck to him.

[agentof]

Jameson was suddenly grateful for his interrogation training, as the sudden upheaval of breath, thin beads of sweat on the forehead, and involuntary widening of eyes signalled an adrenaline rush. Yet another reason to hate fighting shifters. ESPECIALLY ones with metabolic control.

"Frankly, I prefer you without the penis." He managed to squeeze off another round from the stun pistol as his head started to spin from the LSD. Grasping at his coherence, he managed two more things.

First, he tightened the grip of his legs as much as he could, fast and hard enough to break ribs. Spider-strength may not exactly be the big leagues of super-strength, but Jameson had never had too many complaints.

After that, he slurred towards Parker. "Sir, think 'm 'bout to have a bad trip!" And to his comrades not already engaged in direct conflicts. "Light us up!"

Then he started hearing colors.

[house_of_mystiq]

With the second bolt, Jameson's twin's hair spasms as though it's trying to escape his scalp. Even as the rest of Mystique goes limp, the hair continues to twist in an invisible breeze.

Jameson is left with 200 pounds of unresponsive meat suddenly stuck to his thighs. The unconcious doppleganger remains identical to him in every way, except for the massive erection, the visably broken ribs, and the crawling hair.

[agentof]

Jameson started chuckling as the LSD was coursing through his system. "Eheheh... nevermind guys! I got it!" Grinning from ear to ear, he unsteadily raised the stun pistol to find a new target.

[agentof]

One of the others calls out.

"You're dosed, Jameson - just stay down until your enhanced metabolism can work it out. We've got this.."

Possibly one of the more optimistic members of the squad.

[agentof]

Jameson nodded blissfully. "Yeah... thanks man. You right." He slumped back against his unconscious double, looking it over. "Damn... y'know. I am a pretty man. Anybody else think I'm a pretty man?" He addressed no-one in particular, before getting distracted by the storm of stun bolts being directed towards Doom. "Woah... cool."

[house_of_mystiq]

The shapeshifter's hair settles down. One eye opens, and she smiles up at Jameson.

"I do. You got a pretty mouth, boy." She plants a wet one on him, hard.

"Now give me that." One hand closes around his stun pistol while she decks him hard with the other. "You keep tasting the pretty lights."

[agentof]

Jameson let out an unintelligble squawk as he realized it was awake, which could very well have been anything from 'It's still moving!' to 'Who took the pizza?'. The last of his lingering focus held tight to the stun pistol though, even as he staggered from the punch.

[house_of_mystiq]

Sticky fingers aren't such a bad thing in this circumstance. His hand's glued to the pistol and her hand is glued to his.

Raven sheds her skin where he's attached to her waist and pulls away. "That's gross, kid. Useful, but gross."

She coughs up some blood, spits it on him, and kicks him in the face.

[agentof]

Agent Jameson's got some back-up, now - back-up that doesn't mind hitting a drugged and unstable ally with a few stunbolts, if it means taking down the shifter he's fighting..

Mystique's the main target of the barrage, though.