Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

"So we negotiated the fourth article of Chapter 20, right?"

Lucy was spinning her pen, and she was carefully reviewing Titan's reform clauses in Titan's office. Bucky no longer always wore a leather jacket and jeans as before, but wore a three-piece suit and sat behind the desk Discuss its contents with Lucy.

It has been more than three years since he took over as the general secretary general of Titans. From being blinded at the very beginning, to being tutored by the woman in front of him until today, Bucky can finally lead the heroes like she did back then. Only then did he know How hard she is.

Bucky scratched his head with a pen, and closed the material: "No problem." He got up, and Lucy got up, and they exchanged documents. When Lucy was about to leave the house, Bucky couldn't help asking, " Stay for a drink?"

"No." Lucy looked back lightly, "Steve is waiting for me at home."

Bucky spread his hands regretfully: "I'll see you off."

He opened the passage behind Howard's portrait, and that high-speed passage can be directly transmitted to the rented home of Lucy and Steve in Washington. Lucy can't go out of Titan's office openly, because she has a different identity now.

Because she is now the wife of the President of the United States, the first lady, and enjoys public office in the White House. If it is found that she is still in touch with Titan, she will pose a political threat to her husband, and Titan will also be criticized for being a crony of the White House. relation.

Bucky opened the door of the expressway and leaned against the wall: "Do you feel like we're having an affair?"

Lucy glared at him, stepped forward and pinched Bucky's bulging cheeks, and sneered: "Titan's secretary general, be careful what you say."

Bucky shrieked in pain and pushed Lucy away, pushing her into the freeway.

After the passage was closed, Bucky turned his face, adjusted his facial muscles, and muttered, "Is my handsome face not suitable for cheating?" Bucky made a wicked gesture against the reflection on the wall. Smile, "Of course it's appropriate."

After Lucy returned home in Washington, she planned to send Steve a message, telling him that she would stay at home and not return to the White House.When she sent the message, she heard a message from her mobile phone.

Steve is at home!

She went upstairs and found that Steve was sweating profusely on the "rowing machine". His muscles were tense, he was pulling the lever, pushing and pulling. He was not wearing a shirt, and the muscles of his entire upper body were tense Tangled together, shiny with sweat.

"Mr. President, did you leave work early today?" Lucy asked, leaning against the door frame, looking at her husband's strong figure with great admiration, with two red tassels standing upright on the perfect chest muscles.

And Steve didn't mind Lucy's gaze, he let go of the rowing machine: "No, the Senate and I can't reach an agreement on the bill. Congress can't allocate the government's budget, and the government has shut down."

Lucy looked at him reproachfully.

Steve wiped his face: "Yes, I know that I should use a softer way, or secretly destroy their conspiracy, but I... I think I should have my own persistence. In other words, if you With more time in the White House, we wouldn't have had this happen."

Lucy chuckled: "Are you jealous? Because I go to Bucky's every day?"

"You are the first lady, you shouldn't be so close to non-public officials." Steve put on a face.

The two laughed together.

"The shutdown of the government is a good thing. We can take at least a week of vacation. Has the crisis management done well?" Lucy came over, squatted down, brushed her hair, and turned her back to Steve, implying that obvious.

Steve pulled the zipper on the back of Lucy's dress all the way to the waistline, and the dress slipped off. Lucy stood up in only a pair of lace underwear and high heels. Her legs were slender, deadly and beautiful. Tiff supported that calf, and slid his hand up: "For you and my world of two people will not be disturbed again, of course."

Lucy freed her calf from Steve's grasp and left their bedroom. Steve asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"

"Would you like vinaigrette or pesto for the salad?" Lucy's voice came from downstairs.

What salad do you want at this time!Steve wanted to yell, but then he thought, maybe his wife who is always very innovative has come up with another good idea.

"Pesono!" Steve said, continuing to pull on the rowing machine to warm himself up.

After a while, Lucy came into the room with a salad bowl in her hand. She motioned for Steve to let go of the rowing machine, which Steve did, and his wife straddled him from above him, her deadly legs It pinched his waist, and maliciously just sat on that hardened place.

"Oh my god..." Steve took a deep breath, "Can you stop torturing me like this."

"This is punishment." Lucy said. She picked up the salad bowl, scraped out a little pesto with her fingers, and wiped it on Steve's collarbone. The sauce licked away, mixed with Steve's male taste, she bit Steve's earlobe and ground it with her fangs, she felt the thing she was sitting on became harder and hotter, "Come on let's Learn from experience and lessons."

Lucy asked Steve to pull up the rowing machine again, Steve helplessly endured the desire to explode, and moved back and forth again, and at this time, Lucy was still sitting on him, not to say that he was sitting on the rowing machine. A super soldier like him can put any pressure on him, but every time he "rows", Lucy always rubs against his front end, which makes him unable to relieve.

Lucy wiped green sauce on Steve's lips, and then gave him a long tongue kiss: "What does the President of the Senate say?"

"That old bastard..." Steve poured out his uncontrollable anger on the old slick.

"Pay attention to the nguage." Lucy corrected him, raising an eyebrow.

Steve nodded pitifully, the veins on his neck showed how impatient he was.

"Mr. Speaker is 78 years old, what does he need, fame? Money? Can he climb up? Of course not. Can money impress him? Of course not." Lucy began to follow Steve's movements slowly. Swaying her waist, "Tell me what he needs?"

Steve's nose was already reddened: "Respect, this face-saving...Mr. Speaker needs to be admired. He manages a place in this country that is older than the White House. He is a top figure in power. Naturally, he doesn't want me to This stunned young man who looked only in his thirties contradicted him."

"Very good." Lucy praised him. She pulled Steve's sweatpants and took them off. Little Steve immediately stood upright in the air trembling. Her husband didn't wear underwear when he was exercising. , she understood clearly, Lucy sat on it again, and the barrier was reduced. Steve really couldn't stand it anymore, but under Lucy's instruction, he still had to continue rowing, and he had already started to imagine How can I give back to my wife's "teaching" to him in a short while.

"You're not without supporters," Lucy said, "but you push them all away, and you feel like a lone hero when in reality, you're just an idiot."

Steve finally stopped. He leaned on the first lady's chest, panting violently: "Yes, ma'am, I shouldn't use the superhero stuff in the White House."

"Very well, it's time to give some rewards." Lucy smiled, and she hooked Steve's neck, "I want you to fuck me while rowing, can you do it?"

The "sports" of super fighters are always hot and intense. They completed the world's most difficult Kamasutra pose on the rowing machine, and Lucy hung on Steve panting.

"Oh my God, I think you should go and beat up that old bastard speaker, so that he can continue to fight against you and make the White House never work." Lucy's voice was still a little flattering, Make Steve goofy again.

"Pay attention to the rhetoric, ma'am." Steve picked up Lucy and walked towards their big bed, "Now it's time for me to punish you."

The White House government has been on hiatus for a week, and their President Rogers has not even seen him for the first three days. Many government officials speculate that he is probably sulking himself, because he has revised the proposal three times. It was rejected by the Senate once, which eventually led to the shutdown of the government, and the face of both sides was not good.

On the fourth day, the President of the Senate met Steve Rogers in fishing attire at his country house.

"Mr. President, you won't use phishing diplomacy to convince me."

Steve carried the keg and the hook: "Wishers take the bait."