Elevator
The elevator arrives, and we step in. We’re alone. Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, possibly our proximity in such an enclosed space, the atmosphere between us changes, charging with an electric, exhilarating anticipation, and also humming with the nanobots that I have been assured will unmake the molecular structure of any who oppose MODOK’s will. My breathing alters as my heart races. His head rotates fractionally toward me, his eyes completely featureless and blank. I bite my lip.
"Oh, fuck the paperwork, I WILL NOT BE A PRISONER OF MY OWN RED TAPE, WOMAN," he howls. He floats toward me, the metal carapace necessary to prevent his enormous head from crushing the rest of his tiny little skeleton pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in a vice-like grip above my head with a retractable clamp I didn’t see him deploy and he’s pinning me to the wall using his shriveled legs. Holy shit. Another appendage - it is becoming apparent that his suit contains many - grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his gigantic lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, which encompasses most of my head now, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, the very tip of his skateboard-sized tongue swiping back and forth across my mouth. I have never been kissed like this.
My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind, like I’m vainly licking a damp comforter that someone is swirling around my entire head. He brings a many-segmented exoskeletal appendage up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his little bitty legs bracketing my hips. I feel the industrial-grade titanium of his armor against my belly. Oh my… He wants me. MODOK, howling-mad super-genius, wants me, and I want him, here… now, in the elevator, if it is even possible to access his erogenous zones while he is encased in metal and bristling with weaponry.
"You. Are. So. Sweet. You. Inferior. Mental. Gnat," he shouts in my face, each word a staccato.
The elevator stops, the doors open, and he bobs away from me in the blink of an eye, leaving me hanging and coated from my shoulders to the top of my head in saliva. Three men in business suits look at both of us and smirk as they climb on board. MODOK interprets this as an insult, and the gentleman in the center doesn’t quite have time to scream before each one of his cells is unraveled by MODOK’s murderous nanobot army. The men on either side snap to attention as their former coworker’s component molecules splash against their pant legs in a reddish slurry. My heart rate is through the roof, I feel like I’ve run an uphill race. I want to lean over and grasp my knees… but that’s just too obvious. Also I’m trying to keep my face as far as possible from the floor, which is slick with gore.