Post by Kappa on Jan 22, 2022 21:54:18 GMT
Doctor Strange and Bruce Banner sit at a kitchen table, both with awkward looks on their faces.
"So, we're stuck in an alternate version of Earth?" Bruce sips on his hot cup of coffee.
"... Seems that way." Stephen Strange coughs awkwardly.
These things happen when you're Sorcerer Supreme and when you're a superhero. It's nothing new.
... That being said...
"Brucie! Brucie! Like, where are you, Brucie?!" A feminine voice shouts loudly from the living room.
With clicking and clacking heels, a redhead in frilly French maid outfit prances into the kitchen, her bouncy tits on full display, her plump, lower lip bit with wide eyes focused on The Hulk's crotch.
"Brucie, I'm like sooooo bored and junk!" Natasha Romanoff complains. "I like made all the beds and dusted all the rooms." She says proudly. "But like, I need more stuff to cleaaaan!" Natasha whimpers.
"Well... um... is there... is there anything else you can clean, N-Natasha?" Bruce stammers.
Natasha giggles.
"Like, there's one thing... like, a really big thing!"
"I'll leave you two to it." Stephen gets up, his feet towards the door.
"Stephen..."
"What happens here, stays here." Stephen winks.
With Strange gone, Bruce turns his head back at the Bimbo Widow.
"You know, Natasha, I think we need some groceries and--"
"Get mad, Brucie, get mad!" Natasha shouts as she pounces on the scientist.
Stephen stands outside the door, hearing loud smooching sounds after a tumble.
"... Not the worse place to be stuck in." Stephen laughs.
"So, we're stuck in an alternate version of Earth?" Bruce sips on his hot cup of coffee.
"... Seems that way." Stephen Strange coughs awkwardly.
These things happen when you're Sorcerer Supreme and when you're a superhero. It's nothing new.
... That being said...
"Brucie! Brucie! Like, where are you, Brucie?!" A feminine voice shouts loudly from the living room.
With clicking and clacking heels, a redhead in frilly French maid outfit prances into the kitchen, her bouncy tits on full display, her plump, lower lip bit with wide eyes focused on The Hulk's crotch.
"Brucie, I'm like sooooo bored and junk!" Natasha Romanoff complains. "I like made all the beds and dusted all the rooms." She says proudly. "But like, I need more stuff to cleaaaan!" Natasha whimpers.
"Well... um... is there... is there anything else you can clean, N-Natasha?" Bruce stammers.
Natasha giggles.
"Like, there's one thing... like, a really big thing!"
"I'll leave you two to it." Stephen gets up, his feet towards the door.
"Stephen..."
"What happens here, stays here." Stephen winks.
With Strange gone, Bruce turns his head back at the Bimbo Widow.
"You know, Natasha, I think we need some groceries and--"
"Get mad, Brucie, get mad!" Natasha shouts as she pounces on the scientist.
Stephen stands outside the door, hearing loud smooching sounds after a tumble.
"... Not the worse place to be stuck in." Stephen laughs.