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[For Eric] Mission Objective: Rescue the Damsel

A descendant of the fabled witch, Morgan Le Fae. Anne could hardly believe such a thing was even possible. Still, since her brief encounter with the sorceress in a dream, her talent for magic had been unlocked and she'd been able to conjure spells. It seemed to make sense anyway, considering that many in her time had called her a witch. Might as well enjoy the perks of it, right?

Anne had been practicing in Eric's apartment day after day, using her magic to light candles, and conjure minor spirits to talk to when Eric was gone on a mission. But she was getting bored. She wanted to go out and use her magic to help him with these missions of his! But she wasn't sure how he'd react to such a desire. She hadn't ran the idea by him just yet.

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Anne continued to pace nervously as she waited for him. When she heard him call out to her she spun on her heel to look towards the door. She glanced all around before he changed his size a bit so she could see him. Anne dropped down to her knees and swept him up in her hands to bring him up and kiss him over and over.

"Thank God!" She cried out aloud. "I was so worried!"

It was a little sudden than Eric could quite respond to but definitely not unwelcome as he felt his whole body scooped into her palm and her lips rushing towards him before she was kissing him multiple times, his hands soon responding to press himself against their warm softness.

"I was worried for you too, but I'm glad I found you. And we're going to get out of this and make sure Victor never tries to capture you again." To an extent he would like to do something a little more violent but the ass hole was the monarch of Latveria, diplomatic immunity was putting it mildly.

Anne smiled, overwhelmed with joy that Eric was all right and that he was here with her.

"What's your plan, love?" Anne whispered, hoping that Doom didn't have any robotic servants wandering around to overhear her now. "I think my magic cracked the barrier, but Doom may have felt me use my magic, it was a strong blast, after all."

And Eric in turn was happy to see she was unharmed. He'd have probably swept through scores of Doombots and soldiers if Victor had harmed her, stroking her giant fingers with tiny hands.

"We have to assume that Doom might try and investigate, so that means we should sneak you out as quickly as possible. The alternative would be to wait until after he checks up on you, at least that way we'd have a better chance of escaping undetected. In any case, I got Pym and Reed to make me a Wasp costume for you, so we can shrink down and escape together."

Anne considered both options for a long moment. Her eyes were livewires in her head as she considered multiple possibilities all within seconds.

"He'll no doubt have sensed my magic and the attack I used, surely he'll be here to investigate. And how far could we possibly get if we ran now? He'd just catch us both, I'm certain..." Anne whispered. "I think we should wait until after he checks in."

Yeah, getting away would be much easier for both of them if they could get Doom to think that she was secure, and give them a much better head start. Plus once they were both shrunk tracking them down would prove much more difficult.

"In that case we better chance he doesn't need you for whatever he has planned now and wait until he leaves." Eric tried not to think of what Doom would do to him if he was caught. Most likely he'd be Victor's bargaining chip to ensure Anne's obedience. "I'll protect you if he tries to hurt you, though. In the meantime I'd be best hiding on your person somewhere."

Anne nodded in agreement, but even as he suggested hiding on her person, she couldn't help rolling her eyes at him a bit. It was a reflex for whenever he asked to hide somewhere within her outfit, or even on the occasions when she'd caught him doing so without asking. But he did have a point.

"Very well, pick a place then - and quickly, before he comes back and finds you," she agreed.

Granted that on most occasions hiding on her had mostly been for his own benefit, but Eric knew she didn't might and happily let him snuggle on her somewhere, whether it was to her knowledge or not. She had a lovely body after all, and Eric was probably still imagining her eventually getting her own super hero costume with areas for him to hide inside.

"You got it! I suppose the most logical place for security but also knowing what's going on is down there?" He motioned with a tiny hand a little awkwardly at her partly exposed cleavage.

Anne brought a hand up to her chest and tugged her neckline down a bit to allow him easier access. She gave a soft nod and tapped at her collarbone with her index finger.

"Yes, here would be the best place - he won't dare touch me there," she hoped.

He grinned under his helmet, admiring her bravery and smarts as much as her beauty. "Good, and I won't let him touch you regardless. If you need my help just let me know, ok?"

With that he hovered off her palm and pressed himself against her lips once more before landing on her bare chest skin, clambering down further until he'd be concealed.

Anne pursed her lips a bit when she felt them press against them. As he slid between her breasts she held her breath to help him along. Once he was hidden, Anne plucked up a book of poetry and sat down near the fireplace and waited, in case Doom decided to check in on her.

Eric shifted down until he was comfortably out of line of sight, enjoying the warmth and softness of her breasts pressed to either side of him, the beating of her heart and steady breath audible when he rested against her skin.

There was relative quiet once Anne had seated herself aside from the occasional flick of the book page, but Eric remained close and quiet all the same. He had set his comms so only she would hear him in case he needed to get her attention, though with someone like Doom one couldn't predict the results.

After some minutes the corridor suddenly emitted a set of clanging footsteps before the door opened and Doom stood at the doorway, imposing and arms folded. "You are proving more trying than I had expected, Miss Boleyn. But your efforts to escape have been futile."

Anne kept her focus on her book even as she heard Doom enter. She didn't raise her gaze until a long pause hung between them. Then finally she looked up to him and tilted a brow at him. "Obviously. I could've told you that."

She closed her book and leaned back in her seat as she looked up at him.

"How long am I to be here? What is the point of keeping me locked up this way? Some private little pretty bird for you?"

Eric inwardly tensed as the voice of Doom emitted from outside her clothing, avoiding the desire to punch the armoured despot where it hurt for the sake of his girlfriend. Though he admired Anne's cool in the situation, and imagined Victor's face under the mask irritated at her calm.

Victor moved closer to her until he was in the middle of the room and half looming over her position, clearly a sign of passive intimidation. "In answer to your questions you my dear, you will remain as long as I see fit, and when I am ready for you I shall examine your magical powers and their sources and if I deem it I will suck that power from you. Or I may elect to be merciful, give you the opportunity to serve me. It all depends on what I find you to be. A valued guest accepting of her time here, or a irritant prisoner I will execute when her use is done. Be aware that I could have you locked in the deepest dungeon, but due to your connection to a woman I have... great... respect for... I give you certain options. Struggle, little bird, and I will elect to cut your wings when I open the cage. And that time is on you sooner than you think."

Anne knew that Doom was trying to intimidate her; so as he moved closer, she crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands in her lap. Maintaining her calm demeanor. Listening carefully to his words to try and identify some weakness.

Sure enough, he did.

Anne smirked as she looked up to Doom. "You care for my ancestor, don't you? More than you'll dare admit aloud. You wouldn't dare hurt me then. You know as well as I that Morgan le Fay would never forgive you if you killed the descendant she's so carefully taught and nurtured. She may even become angry enough to kill you for such an action against me."

She was cocky now - with all the arrogance and regality of the Queen she had been set to be in her own time.

Even if Eric couldn't see Doom he could feel Anne's relative calm and the shifting of her body between where he was hiding, and realising he loved her all the more for it, especially she talked Doom down so perfectly and confidently.

Doom in contrast seemed passive externally but the flash in his visible eyes and the fact he maintained the same distance show she was ranked him. He was silent for a few moments, then spoke.

"Le Fay and I share a connection, but do not mistake it for your absolute security. Rest assured that I will be investigating your powers. And if needed I can ensure means where would make death far preferable. We shall speak again shortly. Do not think to escape."

With that he spun with one shift movement of his green cape and closed the doorway with slightly more force than was needed, the sound of his metal feet clanking into the distance.

Anne couldn't stop smirking. She didn't like the way he'd thrown her into a damsel in distress role - that had been her sole motivation to develop her powers, to avoid such a role. Now that she had something on him, she felt empowered. His bland intimidation tactics just made her all the more triumphant.

Even as he turned on his heel to leave, Anne brought a hand up and waved playfully to him. She waited a few moments after the door was closed again and glanced down to her chest.

"He's gone - I think it's safe now," she whispered.

Whilst Eric did enjoy liberating Anne from her situation and being her heroic often ant sized knight, he never really considered her his damsel, and now she had stared down Doom like a boss and done just fine. Of course it worried him that Victor evidently wanted her for nefarious purposes, but hopefully they would get away long before then.

He zipped out from between her breasts and impulsively pressed his body against her soft lips once more. "You were brilliant! I don't think I have loved you any more than I do at this moment, Anne."

Anne smiled at the press of his body against her lips. She blushed, feeling overwhelmed by a sense of triumph over their adversary.

"Did I really do so well, my love?" She grinned and looked to him. "I know we only have a little while, but would you please come back to proper size that I might thank my knight properly?"

He grinned under the helmet as he moved back and playfully bopped her nose tip with a tiny hand. "You did better than I hoped. Even if Doom needs you for his experiments no one's stood up to him quite like you have there. And we do have a little while so..."

With a use of his Pym Particles he was back to full size and wrapping his hands around her. "I'm happy to be your knight, Anne."

Anne's blush darkened even as he came to full size again. She wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. Even when she broke the kiss she leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his chest. It only just now hit her how terrified she'd been when Doom had kidnapped her. "...I was so scared..." she whispered.

She was definitely adorable when embarrassed, though her kiss was definitely worth all the trouble getting here. Eric kept her close to his body as they hugged, the armour still comfortably allowing his body heat to warm her up as she pressed up against it.

"I was scared too, for both of us, but I didn't know what Doom was going to do to you and that scared me most. But we're both here now, ok?"

Anne leaned back a bit to look up to him and nodded. She almost had a sheepish expression on her face.

"Yes, we're both here. So then, how are we to escape, love?" she tilted her head a bit.

"Well I had it in mind that if you wore your own size changing suit, we could shrink down together and escape. It's probably the easiest means of getting out detected, tempting as it would be to try and blow this place up for what Doom tried to do to you." Eric extracted a box from inside a pocket and extracted a small Wasp suit. "This can grow to your own height independently and you stick it on, then we can escape."

Anne nodded, understanding his plan. It was a good plan. Just one thing...

"How does it work?" She felt embarrassed, that she didn't know, like she should know, after so much time with him. But she didn't. Proper damsel mode was kicking in now.

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[For Eric] Mission Objective: Rescue the Damsel

Thanks! I'm soo excited, I love it!!

Really happy for you, what field?

Communications and design :)

Ohhhhhh, cool! Speaking as someone who hates looking for work (but works now) I'm happy for you!

Same here - and I REALLY wanted to work at this place so I'm SOOO happy, thanks!! :D

Yay! I was the same with where I'm working now, pretty much, so congrats!

Thanks!! :D

No problem!

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