A Rumble of Frost chapter 21

February 15th 2001, Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, 9:00 PM EDT

"This  is much slower than I expected." I groaned as I laid back on the seats  in the cockpit of the Blackbird. "This thing is supposed to be some kind  of super jet right? I assumed it would take an hour or two." My ears  were bugging me, and I couldn't get them to pop, so my head was buzzing  in the most annoying way.

Peter shook his head. "I could  see why you might think that. The SR-71 Blackbird's cruising speed is  twenty two hundred miles per hour, and the trip from New York to England  is three thousand three hundred and ninety nine miles." He sounded  excited to gush about the plane, since he'd been geeking out since he  was it. "At top speed the flight would be an hour and a half or two  hours, but we'd need all kinds of permits and stuff that would take ages  to line up."

Jean, who was sitting across from us, nodded  seriously. "True. I wish we could cut loose too. It would be nice to  make the trip fast, but since there's no emergency we're stuck going  about eleven hundred, which is almost twice the speed of most commercial  planes." She closed her eyes. "Seems like we'll be there in about an  hour, since we left at seven PM Eastern time."

"Well I  like it." Purred Felicia from where her head was resting in my lap. "I  think it's wonderful being able to stretch out and relax like this." She  arched her back and wriggled around, pushing her tits out and making  sure I got an eyefull. She'd been acting a bit territorial since she saw  how interested Ororo was.

I wasn't the only one who  looked though, and I was going to knock Scott's block off if he kept  staring at what was mine. Logan had been eyeing her up too, and Jean  looked pissed when she saw the older man enjoying my kitten's charms. I  was pretty sure the old beast was mounting peppermint patty behind the  ray ban wearing douche's back. Which on one hand made me smile because  fuck Scott, but on the other hand seemed like a waste because the spunky  little redhead was a cutie and was wasted on fucking Logan.

Not  really my business, though from her interested looks I could probably  MAKE it my business if I felt like trying. I guessed not being able to  read me was fascinating. Sadly for her I had an abundant ass burned into  my brain, and couldn't stop looking at Ororo and thinking about  clapping those colossal cheeks. That was what had Felicia so annoyed I  think, she could tell I wanted to dick down the gorgeous Moroccan girl  (I'd asked about the accent).

I'd have liked to talk her  into playing doubles, but no way even my permissive kitten would agree  to sharing her first time with me, at least not without some resentment.  It was on my list though.A double scoop of dumptruck booty was my new  dram in life, since Ororo and Felicia had truly ridiculous wagons, and a  two for one could only make that better.

Probably for the  best Jean couldn't read my mind, since I'd been thinking about getting  my dick wet with every single girl here on a rotating bases since we got  on this plane. I hadn't been able to make time to fuck Betty, which  meant I was super backed up, and seeing Ororo's booty hadn't helped.  Neither did Felicia's head in my lap, but judging by her nuzzling and  not much else she wasn't planning to drain my balls until we got some  privacy.

I tried to focus more on the upcoming mission, pushing back the all encompassing horniness. "So, can we actually get into the British  Royal Museum? Because I somehow doubt we're going to be able to tell  them we're looking for an unknown artifact that may or may not have  mystical properties."

Kitty, who was sitting as close to  Peter as possible without climbing fully into his lap, perked up. "Oh! I  can help!" Kitty had been allowed to come because pursuant to her  folk's agreement with Uncle Chuck, this wasn't an X-men mission, so she  was free to do as she wanted. What she wanted was pretty obviously to be  slobbering on Peter's balls, but since neither of them were anywhere  near gutsy enough to express that she was just trailing after him like a  puppy while he looked at her shyly. "I can pass through walls and  bypass security systems, so I can scope the place out for you."

Ororo  grinned. "And I can make sure that we aren't noticed." She batted her  lashes at me. "My power is weather control, and in London, the creation  of a thick fog is simplicity itself. I can make it so no one can see  anything at all. We could be doing practically anything right in front  of a whole crowd and no one would have any idea what was happening. I  can ensure complete...privacy."

She's noticed Felicia's  glares too, and apparently taken them as a challenge. Felicia turned her  head, nuzzling right up against my cock and taking a deep sniff,  wiggling provocatively as she did. I groaned slightly, because we were  in a crowd of people NOW and there was no fog, and I couldn't stuff  either of these teases like a christmas stocking despite the  overwhelming urge to do so.

I focused on Peter, who seemed  to have completely missed Felicia and Ororo's posturing in favor of  making moon eyes at his perky new squeeze. "That's amazing Kitty! How  does that even work? I'd love to study your powers sometime if you'd be  ok with it. Maybe we could train together or something."

It  took most of my willpower not to make some comment about her mostly  wanting to study anatomy when she nodded vigorously. "Of course! I'd  love that. You could show me around your patrol route, maybe teach me  how things work in the city." She pouted. "I can't go out on missions  because of my folks, so all my training has been in controlled  conditions."

Raising an eyebrow, I cut in. "You know, the  Wreckoners don't have any sort of age limit or anything, or even an  exclusivity clause. You could always come on some missions with us? Just  to get a feel for field work." It would give Peter some more exposure  to his new mutual crush, and it would give me a chance to possibly swipe  one of Uncle Chuck's mutants.

Jean frowned at me. "I  don't think the professor would appreciate that very much. His rules for  us are for our own safety." I could tell she didn't like saying it, but  felt the need to step in out of some misplaced big sisterly concern.

I  smiled widely at her. "You can always come along and keep an eye on  her. You seem like a capable and impressive woman, I'd love to have you  with us in the field." I winked at Ororo. "Same with you beautiful, if  you ever feel like checking our team out."

"That does  sound interesting." The Moroccan girl mused in her gorgeous accent. "I  suppose if our Kitty is going to be going out with you I should  definitely appraise your capabilities. I'd have to really put you  through your paces." Her voice was teasing and a little hungry, which  seemed to go over Kitty's head as she practically glowed at the idea of  going out on patrol with Peter.

Scott snorted. "I assume  this is an open invitation?" He sounded annoyed, and it was obvious he  considered me a threat to his chances with Jean, not that I thought he  had any in the first place since he apparently didn't know she was  playing hide the wild sausage with the world's flea bittenest  lumberjack. I honestly was pretty sure her interest in me was mainly  academic, so he was on the wrong track, but I admit I considered trying  to talk her out of her panties just to prove all his fears true.

In  the end it wasn't worth it though. Things with the two girls I was  dealing with here now were already complicated enough. I still rolled my  eyes at him. "Nope, sorry, trip is full. Try again next time."

Kitty  snorted and tried to hide a giggle, and even Jean smirked a bit. Scott  looked pissed, but since it was my team he couldn't actually say shit  about it. "Anyway." I said firmly. "Kitty, can you bring people along?  We need Peter on the inside taking a look at the artifacts around the  area we want so he can spot any inconsistencies." I glared at him.  "Assuming you've been doing research for part of the flight and not just  playing footsie."

They both blushed, but Peter held up a  laptop. "Yeah. I have been. Looking into any connections between the  museum and the story Strange told us. Whatever the item is I'm sure I  can find it."

The brunette girl nodded. "Yeah, I can bring  him with me. It won't be easy but I'll manage." She looked over at  Peter. "Do we know how the object is connected to the Rosetta Stone  exactly?"

Our resident nerd  growled in frustration. "We don't even know IF they're connected. We  just know Gilgamesh was studying the Rosetta Stone diligently during the  time period he was supposed to have the artifacts." Peter sighed  tiredly. "If I had to guess I'd say the Zodiac Key or accompanying  artifact had some kind of code or something on it. Since the Rosetta  Stone is a catch all for ancient languages maybe there was some kind of  hidden cipher for whatever language is on there. Maybe directions to the  lock that the key opens or instructions on how to use it?"

That  sounded reasonable. I kind of wished we could have gotten our hands on  the thing, but I wasn't likely to bring that up. Peter felt bad enough  about letting them get away without bringing that up. He and Felicia had  almost died in that warehouse after all. Speaking of Felicia, I reached  down to flick her forehead.

She  made a small squeak and lifted her head from my lap to glare at me. I  think she'd actually tried to go to sleep like that, and I had to resist  rolling my eyes. "So, are you ok with this?" I asked her quietly.  "Running off to do this instead of going after Kingpin?" Peter was  talking with Kitty loud enough that my lowered tones couldn't be heard  across the plane, except maybe by Logan, but who cared what that asshole  thought about anything?

I  expected her to either get angry or wave it off, but she bit her lip,  sitting up and leaning against me so her mouth was near my ear. To  anyone else it would have looked like she was climbing into my lap,  which wasn't out of character given what they'd seen of her. "I think  so." She murmured. "I want to get him so bad I can taste it. But if  these guys could potentially end the world or something that would get  in the way of my revenge. I want your word we aren't writing this off  though."

Snorting,  I shook my head. "We had a deal kitten. You get Kingpin's head on a  spike and I get you. You joined the team, so I'll hold up my end." She  had done more than that, and we both knew it. She gave herself to me  completely on the assumption I could do this for her. People like Fisk  were basically human cancer anyway, so this was a win-win for me.

She  snuggled into me. "Then I'm perfect. I won't push you to ignore obvious  pressing issues if you're definitely going to do it." She smirked at  me. "Besides, this gets you away from that girlfriend of yours. Though  I'm not thrilled to have to fight over your with that fat bottomed slut  with the weather powers. I knew what I was getting into though, and I  can share as long as I still get my piece.I'm just glad the redhead is  only intrigued and not interested in you. Not that I think much of her  taste. The hairy old guy isn't exactly a prime cut."

"I  would PAY to hear you say that to him." I said with a grin. "But I  don't actually need to because he heard it anyway. If he hassles you  just let me know. His extra hard bones and uncut knuckle pokers aren't  in my league, and I'll turn his snarly ass inside out if he tries to  pressure you." That was a warning for Logan directly, and he knew it was  true. I wasn't sure it would stop him, but I wasn't lying, if he tried  to lay a finger on my kitten I'd crush him.

This  team was kind of a mess. We had the redhead who seemed to want to be  buddies with me because she couldn't read my mind and was banging the  middle aged (or older) wild man with the healing power. The eye beam  douche who was interested in the redhead and was mistaking her interest  in my mental immunity for interest in me just because she ogled my chest  a bit. The white haired weather witch with an ass even bigger than my  white haired cat burglar who wouldn't quit fighting with them and my  resident tech head who was swooning over an equally besotted ghost  powered girl.

It  certainly wasn't boring, at the very least. Count on Uncle Chuck to  send me some entertainment on this trip. I cuddled with Felicia for a  bit longer until we finally began our descent into London. "Alright."  Said Scott seriously. "We've descending into Heathrow. Now what everyone  will do is-"

"Whatever  the fuck I say." I said firmly. "Or at least YOU have no input at all.  Ororo and Jean were sent on this mission, and Logan is playing chaperon.  You bullied your way into us taking you to watch Kitty, but I have zero  interest in your opinion. Shut up and look like an Abercrombie  mannequin and leave actual operations to the professionals thanks."

I  saw him grit his teeth, and vaguely wondered if he'd try to fight me  until a gruff voice from the front of the plane barked. "He's right  kid." From the cockpit. Logan. "This is his show, so keep your mouth  shut and let him run it. Don't worry, I won't let him do anything  stupid."

Resisting  the urge to tell him he couldn't stop me from doing as many stupid  things as I liked, I nodded smugly at Scott. As we touched down, Jean  called ahead for a car to meet us at the airport to take us to the  museum and I considered what our next moves should be. Technically we  were just breaking into a museum which shouldn't be hard with our  powers, but deep down I couldn't shake the feeling something might be  waiting. Oh well, how bad could a trap set by some ancient thug be  anyway. Like anyone was afraid of Gilgamesh.