French Toasts for Breakfast?

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JEAN RENAULT

Renault smiled at the former SHIELD agent and guided her through to a section of the building, her arm wrapped around his. He had to smile, seeing Stark clearly not happy of the outcome. But he knew Maria, she might be in a date with Tony Stark but she was no one's possession. The billionaire had to know that. She was as independent as the came and in a way Renault thought she fitted right in the Hellfire Club, which was all about independence and freedom to pursue pleasure. Besides, Stark himself was a self-proclaimed bachelor so he would be fine. The Hellfire Club offered a lot of different diversions to sooth his wounded pride. “Non, belle I am no stripper... can't dance.” He answered with a soft chuckle as they walked past the lobby, where wealthy men and women, all members, mingled with the hosts and hostesses. “Although, mon amin, I have stripped once or twice during my tenure here. Seems to be a requisite for working in the club.” He added mischievously. More than once or twice, he could have add.

“Because going from MI-13 as well as S.T.R.I.K.E, to this place, that must be one hell of a story.”

It was indeed. Renault, like many of the other members of the Inner Circle, came to be part of this group almost by accident. Well, not much an accident than making the acquaintance with Emma Frost. “Il a été intéressant, pour dire le moins” He said, knowing full well Maria was versed in his native language. He explained that after his last joint mission between SHIELD and DGSE (the French Intelligence Service) he had a falling out with his superiors, who used the excused of budget cuts to get him out of clandestine operations. He resigned his commission shortly after that, a bit angry and frustrated. “After that I went on business for myself as a security contractor.” He continued to explain that during those years of him doing private business he was involved in several privately contracted operations in Sierra Leone, Sudan and one that was quite interesting in Iceland. “Protecting fishermen, if you could believe it. It was cold as all fuck... pardon my French.” He added with a winning grin.

But it was when he met Emma Frost in Vienna that changed everything for the former French intelligence officer. He was hired by Frost International to provide extra security on a business meeting to conclude a merger between Frost International and an Austrian electronics company. He was to serve as bodyguard of the owner of the company. Little did Renault knew that the woman was the most powerful telepath in the world and that she actually didn't need anyone to protect her. But still, she hired him and they got to know each other quite well. So much so that she offered him the position of Director of Security for Frost International, be part of her own close knit circle of advisers and when she took over the Hellfire Club, he became Head of Security of that as well. Of course, he told Hill none of this, because if there was one thing he admired about Frost was that she sure was secretive about many things. As a former secret agent, he could relate to that. So instead, he told Hill... “After being on business for myself, I built a good enough resume and was hired by the Club to provide security... and here I am.” He said and motioned for her to take the stairs to the second floor.

“But I have heard a few things about you. Youngest Deputy Director of SHIELD, your role in the Battle of New York, and... well... your status as a fugitive. Vous détendre, mon amour Hellfire Club is neutral ground, so you have nothing to worry about... but I am quite intrigued. I bet your story is even more interesting than mine. The last time I saw you was that joint mission in Shanghai... or rather, the morning after our 'joint' operation in the hotel room.” He said with a very wicked smile as he got her a drink from a passing waiter carrying a trait and handed it to her. That was one hell of a 'mission'. “Maybe start with how you ended up going out with monsieur Stark and then go back to how you ended up a fugitive.” He added with another of his handsome smiles.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

bang bang all over you

ill let you have it

Maria could not help but laugh at the heart broken expression the hostess was wearing when she had picked Jean over her and Stark. It would seem she had attracted the woman’s attention, which in a way, was quite flattering. It made her feel nice given most of the time, she wasn’t looked at. At least not when there was a woman with a cup size that was bigger than hers, which was usually all of them. Thus, despite not batting for that team, Maria was enjoying the bit of attention and disappointment she had brought the woman. Maybe later on she would pay her a bit of attention at least enough to show her some gratitude. She really had been cooped up in the tower for far too long.

Keeping her arm through Renault’s, Maria let him take her on a tour. The place was impressive, she had to admit that. Not only was it big, but it actually accommodate a great deal of things most people enjoyed. The place made sense for what they were selling as much as she hated to admit it. But sex sold and it seemed people were making a pretty penny off of it. She had also noticed Stark’s expression when she decided to go off elsewhere, but she figured he was only pouting because it meant he had to find a way to entertain himself. He was a resourceful man; she knew he was going to be fine for a while without her. The mention of not being a striper or dancing had her almost sulking as she looked at Renault. ”You can’t dance? Isn’t that a requirement for any good agent?” she asked in a teasing way. ”No wonder they let you go.” she added shaking her head. Now she was not aware if he had been let go or not. She was simply teasing him with her comments.

Being told that stripping was a request in this place was definitely not a surprise. ”I can imagine it would be. Though I do hope members or potential members are not required to shed their clothes. That is where I draw the line.” she asked hoping that was not a part of the member process because if it was, she would not be visiting again. It was still hard to believe that Jean was here in such a place now after what he had been doing before. But no one would believe she was working for Stark of the Avengers either. At least no one that knew her. Continuing to follow him through the house, Maria listened to his story, pausing in surprise when he mentioned Alaska. ”Protecting fishermen from what? Freezing their nuts off?” she asked curiously, taking a sip from the drink she had been brought. Already it was warming her up.

It was still hard for Maria to believe that he was working here as head of the clubs security. Though they did have that in common. Both of them were made for the security sector of any company. It was just how they seemed to be wired to think. OF course, Maria did offer more with a few other choice skills but essentially; security did have the best gadgets and tools. Holding her dress up a fraction, she took the stairs up to the second floor. Stopping on the landing, the brunette turned for a moment getting a view of the place from the second floor before she continued on with Renault. When the tides turned towards her life, she wanted to groan out loud. It wasn’t like her life private or anything. Most people knew what she had done in the last decade.

”My life is not interesting or a secret. Shield made my promotions known to the public given my new position. They even insisted on a damned puff piece about my life in the Bugle.” she pointed out having dreaded the damned interview and photo they had taken of her for that piece. She hoped all the copies were burned. ”You are also aware of why I am a fugitive and listed as a traitor.” she added referring to yet another article that explained that part of her life as well. Hell, she was certain the Bugle had a damned timeline of her life printed. Thanking him for the drink, she took another sip from it, leaving the empty glass with a waitress that passed by.

Sighing, she looking around on the second floor noticing the differences here verses the tour she had gotten down there. ”I assume the higher in the house we get the more private the settings become?” she observed taking in the décor of the place as well as how much security differed from the second floor from the first. ”I am curious, what is to stop someone from sending in a drone to take pictures through the windows?” she mused walking over to one of them to have a look out through it. The mention of their joint mission had her laughing softly as she looked back at him for a moment. ”I do hope you’ve built up your stamina since that night. It would be a shame to think you leave other’s with such awkward mornings.” she teased hoping he understood what she was implying with her statement.

Pushing the window open, she glanced out into the night clearly avoiding talking about herself. It was never pretty and frankly she did not feel people needed to know much. However, that damned smile of his had her sighing as she leaned against the windowsill. ”Where would be the last place that anyone would expect to find me? Working for Tony Stark.” she explained knowing that was the main reasons she had headed down that direction. There hadn’t been any way for her to know that she would actually get to know the billionaire and enjoy more than just his company. ”I applied for a job as his head of security and have been keeping a low profile since my fugitive status.” she explained knowing there really wasn’t much she could say on the matter of her being a fugitive. It tied her to too many things as well as exposed something she was sure no one else needed to know about just yet. ”One thing led to another and after months of not having much contact with anyone else, we made the best of an odd situation.” she added explaining the part about her arriving on Stark’s arm as his date. ”My opinion of him as changed since I got to work closely with him.” It was true though. She had seen a different side to the man and knew he wasn’t always a complete joke or just walking and talking money.

”As for my fugitive status. Let’s just say that I was not content with the direction Shield was heading in, and given my clearance level, they could not simply let me go.” she added knowing it wasn’t the juicy story he wanted or the details, but despite the assurance, she could not help but be brief. Years of training to not give away information had kept her skeptical. ”Though if all goes well. I should be cleared by next week.”

OUTFIT 1287 ☆ NPC ☆ Renault

Wait a minute let me take you there

made by Δ ashy of caution & shine

[☆ NPC ☆]

JEAN RENAULT

At the topic about stripping, the Frenchman smirked and raise an eyebrow at the beautiful former SHIELD agent. “You get me wrong, mon ami. It is not a requisite for members, although seeing the club's reputation, most of them do anyway. No. My time as a male stripper is more for private occasions.” Of course he was referring to his other 'job' as one of Emma Frost's most trusted advisers. It should not come as a surprise to anyone that Frost and her group of female friends were demanding and not quite shy about it. It seemed that it was an unwritten rule inside the Inner Circle that all its members had to have hanky panky moments between themselves. Not that Renault would complain about it. Mimi, Emma, Ophelia, and Cordelia specifically were quite the femmes, not to mention members in other branches like Braddock, Monet St. Claire and Steed. Oui, he did not mind being busy on that front. Not at all.

Although, it did come with its sets of headaches and troubles. One in particular, a petite blonde that had recently arrived to the Inner Circle and was causing all sorts of troubles for the poor Renault. Cordelia Frost was a force of nature and it was not because she was alluring and dangerous like Ophelia or powerful and decisive as mademoiselle Emma or a firecracker like Mimi Davenport. Oh no. Cordelia was a headache all on her own. Ever since arriving, she took as her personal mission to make Mimi's life a living hell and seducing and clinging to Renault was part of that evil plan. The problem was that Renault liked the attention he was getting from the petite Frost woman. After being relegated as second fiddle by Emma and in some cases even Mimi in favor of monsieur Loki – who in Renault's views had supplanted him as the women's stud – it was nice to see one of the femmes – Cordelia – not being interested in the slightest of the Asgardian.

“The pay is good... is unbelievably quite good.” He said, noticing a bit of disbelief on the brunette's eyes that he, a very well trained former operative, ended up in what amounted to a pleasure club for the rich. “There are also other bonuses and perks. I guess I don't have to tell you what those are.” He added mischievously, of course referring to his other 'duties'. Besides, ever since joining Emma and her band he had never been happier in a job. And there was never a dull moment. He had been put in charge of security for the whole Frost International apparatus and also for the whole Hellfire network. It was a huge responsibility and a satisfactory one at that. Way much better than dealing with bureaucrats and idiots in his former intelligence agency. When she started talking about herself, Renault listened and smiled a little. “Don't sell yourself short, mon ami. When I learned about your promotion I was actually proud of you. It wasn't a norm in SHIELD to give someone so young such a responsibility, worst of all to have to work directly with Director Fury, may his soul be eternal.” He heard rumors about Nick Fury's dead, during the whole Fall of SHIELD fracas. Not that he cared. He met the man once and disliked him almost immediately.

The whole Stark thing was interesting. It seemed Stark wasn't a total asshole, or at least he knew a good thing when he saw it. Maria was the best at what she did, especially her logistics and organizational skills, so having her as Head of Security of Stark Industries was a smart move, even though she was a fugitive. But according to her, that status was about to change as well. Good for her. “Hmm, so this means we are again colleagues. You Head of Security of the rival of the company I work for. It's going to be interesting as we try to spy on each other employers. It could also mean we would see each other more frequently.” He said chuckling lightly. It seemed she also have a similar arrangement with Stark as he – Renault – had with Emma Frost. The whole 'sleeping with your boss' kinda deal. Very interesant and further proof that both Maria and Renautl were way too similar in many things. They both were too professional for silliness.

They reached the second floor and walked past the game area, a place where rich people gambled enough cash that could easily be the gross domestic product of a small country. “I heard things. The destruction of those SHIELD Helicarriers and basically the Triskellion building. Didn't that redhead that used to work with you leaked some information... or tried to?” Back then he was the newly appointed Head of Security of Frost International and he put his contacts to work gathering information. There wasn't much. Someone dedicated major time, effort and funds covering everything up. Apparently, from what Emma told him, it was this group that now was entering a sort of unofficial alliance with the Hellfire Club. He asked about the 'redhead' because he knew she was part of the raid against the building, according to Loki and the others that were there when it happened. More to the point, apparently she had a run-in with Ophelia during that raid. It was all very interesting and he was planning to 'interview' Ophelia about it later... and those 'interviews' ended up being quite entertaining, oh they did.

Their conversation and walk found them in front of the second strip joint in the building. For all the different things the club had to offer, it was amusing for Renault that the two strip joints inside the building were among the two favorite things for members in the whole place. Emma, always the feminist and entrepreneur woman that she was, decided to have the strip club catering to all genders and orientations. So the one in the first floor were for the gentlemen and the one in the second floor for the dames. So as they walked by, he could see the male dancers Ophelia hired – because of course the responsibility of hiring male strippers fell on Ophelia, naughty vixen that she was – and plenty of rich women going wild. “Seems people are really enjoying themselves, eh?” He said to Maria with that charming yet naughty smile of his.

”I assume the higher in the house we get the more private the settings become? I am curious, what is to stop someone from sending in a drone to take pictures through the windows?” 

At that the suave and handsome Frenchman had to chuckle. Maria was Maria, she would never changed. That was why he actually liked her, even back in the days when they had to work together as part of joint operations. “Oui on the first question. Privacy of the utmost important for the Hellfire Club. For three hundred years it had kept this veil of secrecy that no intelligence agency in the world, not even SHIELD, had managed to break.” He stopped, took both her hands and kissed them playfully. “Now, for your second question, belle, you have not changed at all. Tsk, tsk Maria. Trying to get information on our security arrangements?” He said, staring at her beautiful blue eyes. “All I can say is that it cannot happen.” The reason for this was summed in two words: Frostbyte System, a secret only known by the members of the Inner Circle and even then, the whole extent of the system's capability was known to only Emma, Mimi and Renault. It was a marvel of technology although it had one small weakness and flaw. In order to be used at its full capacity, Emma had to be the one. It was tuned to her psyonic powers.

“I can tell you a bit more, but what's in it for me if I do?” He said full of innuendo as they began their ascend to the third floor, which was the most... naughty... area of the building, which was ironic considering what he meant by those words and he was sure Maria knew what he meant as well. It was playful banter but he would not mind if Maria took him on the offer... Of course not. Still, as hotblooded as Renault was, he was still a gentleman and behaved as one. “I should warn you that by going now to the third floor... well... it is not for the faint of heart. We can skip that part of the tour, mon amin.” He said honestly.

”I do hope you’ve built up your stamina since that night. It would be a shame to think you leave other’s with such awkward mornings.” 

He really chortled at that one. Typical Maria. “You wound me, belle. But tell you what, I am up to take you up on that challenge.” He replied back as they reached the top of the stairs, arriving to the third floor. “Last warning... we can turn back.” He added with a twinkle in his eyes.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

bang bang all over you

ill let you have it

Her eyebrow shot up quite high when Jean explained that he was considered a private stripper instead. ”They must have quite low standards.” she teased winking at him playfully. ”I have to ask, do you like it here?” she asked actually curious to know if such a place was far better than what he had been doing before. Maria knew that working for Shield or any government agency really was tiresome. They were on the clock twenty-four seven and it was hard to get attached to anyone as well. One of the reasons she preferred the casual relationship as well as just a good roll in the sheets. It was easier to deal with and far less attachments came with it.

Working at a place like this would definitely ensure that someone would have quite a few less attachments. There were far too many to choose from to say the least, so she understood that appeal of this place. ”Don’t get me wrong. Pay is a big part of the job but are you really happy in a place like this? Not bored?” she asked genuinely curious. She herself would get bored if it really was the same old thing over and over again. At least with Shield there had been something new to deal with on a daily basis. Maria only rolled her eyes at the mention of the added perks that came with working at a whorehouse.

”I am not selling myself short. I was more than qualified for the job, however Fury did not like me for the job. He preferred his attack dog. The council decided I would be the best person for the job, because despite his authority, I always questioned him. That was why they were okay in letting me take the position. To keep Fury in line.” she explained. The only problem was, she had ended up more loyal to Fury than anyone would have expected. The man might have completely disregard for some of the rules and regulations set before him, but he was always looking to do what was the best for everyone. Though most of the time it did not go over well with everyone else.

”Had they not framed me as a traitor, I would have been Direct of Shield by now.” she added almost sighing at the loss of such a position. However, for the time being she was doing other things to keep herself occupied. The next question had her laughing softly. ”That is classified. I’d tell you but then I would have to kill you and right now you are a great source of entertainment.” she explained taking another sip of the drink in her hand. Stopping in front of the strip club, Maria could not help but watch the men as they shed their articles of clothing. ”Very modern indeed.” she added her blue eyes watching the man as he spun around on the pole in front of him. Her head tilted as he turned and went down his ass in plain view of the audience.

The brunette had to admit, she was intrigued and completely taken by the security that the club had. For one, there were several measures in place that not even Shield possessed but would do great to have. Not that she was part of Shield to use it. It still would be nice to keep up with the latest and best systems and gadgets on the market. And if she was going to be working at two highly secure places for the time being, maybe bringing about new ideas to their security systems would help in the long run. Despite having yet to see what Stark had put in place for his foundation, but she knew there were certain things that Stark Tower and the Avengers base could use. For one, the amount of times the tower had been destroyed was ridiculous to say the least.

It should be no surprise to anyone that Maria was asking questions. Particularly to security and how best to keep secrets from leaking out or someone from breaking in. ”Did you expect any less from me? After all, I am quite fascinated by everything we went through to get in here.” she explained. No one had answered her questions about the tech that had been used and clearly the guards at the door were mute because none of them had said much. She wondered for a moment if they were communicated using some kind of blinking Morse code. When he did not answer her question, she almost pouted, despite her expression not changing in the least bit. ”You really are a spoil sport Renault. Having all this amazing technology and not sharing with a fellow enthusiast.” she shook her head in an almost disappointed manner. At least she had tried to get some information out of him.

The question of what was in it for him seemed to come at an opportune moment as they headed up another flight of stairs to the third floor. From what Stark and the hostess had said it was the place people went to have more privacy. ”Must you always gain something? How about simply giving me the information out of pity. For losing my job and being branded as a traitor?” she offered wondering if that might work. ”After all, do you not consider yourself a gentleman?” she added quickly not stopping her ascent to the third floor. Now she was simply curious to see just what this club offered their members on the mysterious third floor. ”When have you known me to be faint of heart?” she added waiting for him to finally reveal this third floor to her.

Maria’s eyebrow rose when he mentioned he was up to taking the challenge she had supposedly given him. Not that she was challenging him in any way. Maria simply felt she was giving him the facts based off of previous encounters with him. After all, she hadn’t seen him in such a long time and she did not believe he could change that much. At least not in a certain department. Once on the third floor, Maria closed the distance between them, her hand resting on his chest for a moment as she played with the button of his shirt. ”This dress is new and it cost me more than I can justify spending. If you rip it, or the undergarments I am wearing, I will expect full payment for both, as well as a new outfit. For my troubles.” she added making herself quite clear. Granted if he remembered their last few encounters he was more than aware of her terms. They also included not getting attached or expecting her to be some cling girlfriend. No anyone she got with were merely there for the sex and nothing more. ”Now which room is the most interesting?” she asked walking around him to get to the first door that was slightly ajar. Had it been closed she would have assumed someone was in there. ”Do they have one with extra oxygen for you? I doubt in your old age you would be able to keep with up with me.” she stated bluntly knowing he was aware of her dry humor.

OUTFIT 1214 ☆ NPC ☆ Renault

Wait a minute let me take you there

made by Δ ashy of caution & shine

[JEAN RENAULT]

The handsome former intelligence officer gave the attractive former SHIELD deputy director an honest smile when she queried if he liked his job. He honestly liked having the amazing responsibility of heading the security of not only the Hellfire Club, but also the top company in the world, Frost International. “I do, ma belle. You tell me, what's not to like? I get to play with amazing toys that make my job easier, get to create and maintain security arrangements for all the branches of the club around the world, travel all around the world and do not get shot at, and also I am Vice-President of Security for the biggest multi-national company in the planet. Not bad for a simple carpenter's son from Caen, eh?” Renault was born in the coastal city of Caen in Northern France, which only claim to fame was its role in the Normandy Invasion by the allies in 1944. His family were not wealthy at all and all he got was because of his hard work, dedication and professionalism. So to be part of a group and a company that was extremely wealthy... yeah, he could say it was a bit of step-up.

“The best part is... my boss do not micro-manage. She gives me free reign about everything concerning security. That is something that both you and I know does not happen when we work in a intelligence organization.” He believed that keeping the fact that his boss was Emma Frost a secret was not necessary. He was on record that as the Head of Security for Frost International, anyway. And what he said was true. Back during his days in the French intelligence agency he worked for, there were layers after layers of bureaucracy messing things up for operatives. Then there were the politicians also putting their grubby paws in things they didn't know anything about. He was sure it was the same in SHIELD and Maria, even though she was the second in command, most probably had to deal with idiots that undermined any decision she made. Even Fury, the rumors went, had that problem during the Battle of New York, when the WSC got involved instead of letting SHIELD and the Avengers deal with the problem. Frost, on the other hand, trusted the people she hired to do their job. “And as I said, the pay and the other perks are magnifique.” Again, a wicked smile. “No, ma délicieux Maria... it is never a dull moment.”

Although he suspected that one of the reasons she was given the job as Deputy Director was to keep Fury in line – the man was un barbare brut not to mention a loose cannon – he was surprised to get confirmation of those suspicions. Apparently it was not Fury who made her his first choice, but rather the World Security Council's SHIELD Oversight Committee. “Fury then was a fool not to make you his first choice. I mean it. Look...” He stopped and was actually serious when he stood before her, staring at her blue orbs. “I have worked with you in the field and I have to say that you were one if not the best operatives I have had the pleasure of working with. You were head and shoulders above anyone in my own agency. Sure, I did not have joint operations with any of the other SHIELD agents, it seemed both the DGSE and SHIELD believed we worked well together, but you... you were something else.” What made Renault enjoy working with Hill in the few operations and training exercises they did together was the fact that the woman was professional as all fuck, not to mention always serious about the missions she was given. He believed those were qualities any leader should have.

He chuckled when he saw her reaction to the male dancers. People always assumed that the Hellfire Club was a den of misogynistic and sexist men getting their jollies. That was, according to Emma, a thing of the past. Back in the old days of the club maybe, but now it was a new age, where some women had managed to break the glass ceiling imposed on them by men and rise to prominence. Emma Frost, Ophelia Sarkissian, Mimi, Monet St. Claire, Emma Steed, Hill herself... they were all successful women. Mademoiselle Frost, being the feminist that she was, believed in having a gender neutral club. Everyone was equal. So what was good for men, it was good for women as well. Hence, the Hellfire Club catered to everyone. “Want to watch some more? I can even use my position to get you a front row seat and a private dance afterwards.” He teased her. Renault also learned ever since joining Emma Frost to be very open-minded.

“Oh, I share... I am nice that way.” He replied. “Some of the systems are secret, but some are things that you as a seasoned intelligence agent might know by heart. Besides, it would not hurt explaining a bit, especially if you are considering becoming a member.” He said and explained to her that the checkpoint at the entrance of the club was just one layer of the security. He told her that although she might not have noticed it, her whole body was scanned and her height, weight, eye colors, hair color and eye retina were run through every database in existence. “But it is done to figure out if you or anyone could be a potential threat or someone trying to infiltrate the club illegally. Even members of good standing, like Stark – did you know that he basically live here? – are subjected to it. How do you think I knew you were here and went to greet you? It was no coincidence.” He winked at her mischievously.

He then went on to explain to her that once inside the building, there were hidden cameras following her every move as well as employees that were undercover as waitresses and dancers and that the whole building and surroundings were covered by a massive and very secret Electromagnetic Veil. “To prevent anyone from using any electronics while inside. By the way, that gorgeous femme that was attending to you and monsieur Stark... she is a security officer.” He smiled. “Although, she really liked you... anyway, it is only in the first two floors. If a person is granted access to the third floor – and the person gains access by someone in the Club's Staff, in this case me – we do respect the privacy of what goes on up there. Think Las Vegas... what happens in the building, stays in the building.” He also pointed out that the Hellfire Club had zero tolerance for illegal activities from its members and guests while inside the building. Drugs and other unsavory undertakings were strictly and harshly prohibited and punished, and that included improper use of the third floor facilities. Violence of any kind was also prohibited. “One of my less fun jobs is to always be in contact with regulatory agencies from all governments in the world that have a branch of the club to assure that nothing forbidden goes on. Even us have a bit of governmental oversight.”

To make his point, they reached the third floor and were met by yet another checkpoint, this time three security guys in crisps suits. “The mademoiselle is with me.” He told them and they opened the electronic doors into the floor and an impressive sight. The floor was completely different from the other two, it had a more classical look, with gold trimmed walls, a massive corridor with chambers lined up on each side and servants on every corner ready to deliver food and booze. It was also deceptively enormous. She probably would have notice that there was no security guys on the floor, because of what he explained. What he did not tell her was that the floor did not need security guards. This section of the building was monitored by the Frostbyte System or – if Emma was around – by her telepathic powers, to both maintain security and also to ensure privacy. There was only one entrance and there were no windows nor cameras nor any listening devices in any of the chambers. And all the time he has been in the Hellfire Club, never there has been any problems.

“I am a gentleman, belle. What I mean by what's in it for me was that you should also be opened and tell me things.” He said although he was sure she knew he was joking. But she also probably knew that Renault was not one to impose himself onto people. He was just enjoying talking to Hill again after that time he lost contact with the former SHIELD agent. Although if something came up from this chance meeting, ce la vie. “Like for example, how do you keep your sanity working for Stark.” He laughed. But when she reminded him of what happened during that mission back in the day, he feigned horror and sadness in his face. “Mademoiselle! You wound me. You know full well that was an accident. Blame those damn government issued underwear all you SHIELD guys wore!” He used to joke with Maria back in the day that SHIELD was so stuck up that even their underwear was part of their uniforms, complete with secret codes for gaining access. “It was not my fault you people have code-encrypted underwear that is almost impossible to decipher!” He added, still laughing. That was why – he believed – Hill and himself got along so well when they worked together. Both of them were free-spirits concerning intimacy. Neither of them cared nor wanted long term romantic entanglements, which allowed them to be free to have fun without all the baggage romance brought. Besides, truth be told, both of them were married to their training and professionalism.

”Now which room is the most interesting? Do they have one with extra oxygen for you? I doubt in your old age you would be able to keep with up with me.”

“Anything you want, it can be provided for you... even oxygen tanks if that is your wish.” He joked and continued. “Well, seeing I am trying to convince you to become a member, why not give you the deluxe tour.” They reached what it seemed like just a wall and then suddenly a holographic keypad miraculously appeared. He punched out an eight digits code and grinned at Hill. “Don't bother memorizing it, it is a one-time code that changes automatically once used.” He said, knowing full well that Maria Hill, for all her beauty and for all the fondness he had for her, was a spy at heart and would not be able to resist memorizing the code. Out of the blue, the wall disappeared and was replaced by two doors. “Last chance... this is the fantasy room and I am not sure you are ready.” He teased her and then the doors opened revealing a huge holographic grid. “Very Star Trek, eh? This is a new technology and I am not even sure monsieur Stark has it.” He told her that it had a database of different scenarios to play with. “You want to see the moon, it would reproduce the look of the moon and space and even the lack of gravity, for example.” He added and waited to see her reaction.

MARIA HILL

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[MARIA HILL]

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”So you don’t miss being out in the field? Pretending to be someone else while waiting to see if anyone discovers who you really are?” she asked having missed those aspects of being an agent herself. As much as she enjoyed not having to worry about keeping cover constantly, as well as always being on the clock, Maria did miss a few things about being an agent and being part of Shield. Each day there was something new. Whether it was a threat, a mission or simply a new rule or protocol to enforce. Anyone who knew even a bit about Hill would know that she got off on rules and protocols. It was a staple in her life and something she could rely on, which was why she was always so focused on abiding by them. Call it a horrible childhood or simply lack of stability when it came to her family.

Either way, Maria always found comfort from good structure. Shield was the best place for her, and that was where she had thrived. However, often time’s routine did get boring and dull which was why a good undercover or a mission always added to the adventure. How could someone like Maria Hill not enjoy a job with Shield where she got to experience both? Despite Tony Stark being far from boring and her routine being sporadic on a good day, Maria did miss some of what she got to do. The best had been going under cover. It meant she was able to take on a different persona and for a short period of time be someone else. ”The thrill of almost getting caught or discovered?” she added having accepted a while back some of it became addictive.

The carpenter’s son part her had laughing softly. ”I do not believe you were ever simple, in any aspect.” she explained having met many who were part of interesting back grounds. Those from broken families, or those from no family at all. That was another thing she missed, being able to read people and figure out just what they were up to. For someone with a very good poker face, it was hard for anyone to really read her unless they actually knew something about Maria. ”There are days I think about what it would be like to go back to just being an agent, out in the field.” she admitted sighing softly figuring she sounded like an idiot but the alcohol was slowly loosening her up a bit. ”Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed what I did as Deputy Director, as well as what I am doing now at Stark’s company.” she added just to make it clear that despite her thoughts, she was still content where she was. Moving higher on the ladder until she could go no further. The last step was either replacing the big boss. She had hoped to do that with Fury eventually once the man retired, but she doubted that would happen with Stark.

Thinking about it, Maria had to disagree a bit with Renault. ”I haven’t encountered many problems with Stark when it comes to micro-managing. Perhaps when it’s clear the person knows what they are talking about, there is less reason to worry about their job?” she mused thinking about it. Really, she did not remember a time had he said much about her work or her suggestions. Of course she wasn’t as smart as he was when it came to certain tech and how it functioned or worked, but she was good enough to keep up with him most of the time when he rattled on. And boy did the rattle one when he was excited about something new or updating something old. Maybe that was why she had kissed him in the first place, just to shut him up. What came after that, well that was unexpected but pleasant.

The serious look on his face had Maria raising an eyebrow as she listened to him speak. There was no need for him to assure her or her skills and work. She knew she was good and she knew there was no other for the job. The fact that some other woman was now Direct of Shield rubbed her the wrong way, because frankly she still believed she could do a better job. Fury be damned. ”Fury was a fool with that regard, but not with his trust in me. I might not have been his first choice, but he knew no matter what he could count on me.” As much as she hated Fury for his lack of protocol and structure, she could not say he was a bad Director. Fury was always a hundred steps ahead of everyone else and that made him a good leader. He was also rash, insane and down right annoying, but some how they had managed not to kill one another.

”We were always paired together because there was no one else who could or would work with you.” she pointed out half teasing him in that matter. ”You were either too annoying to deal with or too distracting.” she continued on. Many agents found him highly attractive or mysterious enough to waste their time on figuring him out. Which became a liability given Shield did not need their agents sleeping with the other and forming attachments or complicating the situations.

After enjoying a bit of what was happening in the script club, Maria just shook her head turning her attention back to Jean instead. ”When I have seen the rest of this place I might return to catch another show.” she explained smirking playfully. There was still a lot more to see given the mention of a third floor. From what she had taken in outside, there might even be another floor but so far no one had mentioned it. It could have just seemed that way because of the vast ceilings in the first floor. ”Yet I was still allowed inside. Are you sure the system might not be malfunctioning?” she pointed out. Given who she was and the fact that she was skeptical of the place it is a wonder no one had stopped her. She did wonder why he was telling her that Stark practically lived here. ”Does she really? Flattering. Though I do not believe she is my type.” she added actually flattered about it.

As they reached yet another check point, the brunette really had to say she was impressed. They did have a great deal of security, but that also meant they had something to keep secure. Which only made her wonder even more. His question about Stark had her laughing softly. ”I spike his alcohol and coffee.” she explained in a dead serious tone with a facial expression to go with it. ”It takes some time to get the right dosage. Once he ended up sleeping for two days.” she added off handed. ”I am probably the last person to say this, but Stark really isn’t that bad. He doesn’t annoy me like Fury did.” she explained being honest about it. ”He even helped me clear my name. With terms and conditions of course, but at least I don’t have to hide anymore.”

Snorting at his comment about her wardrobe, she patted his arm. ”I still have that code-encrypted underwear, and it comes in handy.” she went along with the joke. Granted with how much uniform Shield did have, it really could be speculated that they might as well have undergarments as well. ”Were do you think the fire arm went when I was wearing a dress.” she added letting him using his imagination for where exactly it would be located.

Giving Jean her best innocent look, she still memorized the code just to prove she could. Repeating it to him, she just winked when he mentioned that it was changed automatically once it was used. ”There are some things that you can’t change no matter how many years have gone by.” she explained knowing if she lived to old age, she would still, by instinct, be an agent and use all the training she had acquired over the years. Nudging him playfully, she walked into the room after Jean and looking around a bit confused by what she was seeing. At least until he started explaining what functions the room held. ”I don’t believe he does. Though I don’t often see what he is working on.” She had seen a few things, but the guy was always working on something it was hard to really tell what was going on with him. However, if he did have such a room or technology, Maria might have insisted on testing it out.

Turning around in the room, she looked every which way nodding her head at his words. ”How does it work? Do I just think of what I want to see, or do I have to explain it?” she asked more curious about the technology that went into it then the actual reality of what the room could do. ”Are you effecting the room or my mind so I could have the experience?” she questioned before thinking about what she would like to experience in the room. ”Secluded beach, on a tropical island at night. I want a full moon as the only light and a warm breeze.” she explained having wanted to take a trip to the beach since forever. ”Does it work on the people in the room as well?” she asked figuring if it was a manipulation to her mind, it would work on the people in the room as well meaning she could get him in an interesting outfit as well.

OUTFIT 1614 ☆ NPC ☆ Renault

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[JEAN RENAULT]

”So you don’t miss being out in the field? Pretending to be someone else while waiting to see if anyone discovers who you really are? The thrill of almost getting caught or discovered?” 

He had to smile at that. Truth be told, he did miss the life of a secret operative sometimes, but not as much as some would imagine. It was indeed a thrill to pretend to be someone else, to carry missions that were considered 'classified' and to be part of a selective group of people who did what he did. That said, he enjoyed what he was doing now, to live by his own terms. It would not have been possible if he was to work for someone else beside Frost International or the Hellfire Club, but he was fortunate that his employer was basically the same way. Emma – and by default her associates – were independent and free, they did things without carrying for protocols and they were so influential and in some cases powerful that they could live that way. “I do miss it, but at the same time, I like this new life. And about the thrill of getting caught... well... I get that thrill about getting caught doing other, more pleasurable things with my boss and her associates...” He said with extreme mischief and naughtiness in his voice. If Maria only knew how debauched the members of the Inner Circle were, she would blushed.

He gave her that smooth French smirked as the doors behind them closed and they were in the middle of the grid. “It works with very realistic holograms. I am not technologically savvy as my boss, so I have no idea how she and he company managed to pull it off.” To him all this was witchcraft. He has seen impressive inventions during his time with Frost International and still didn't know how it worked half the time. For what Mimi had explained to him, this room was still a prototype and had not been fully operational, so it was basically for members to have a taste of what it would become once was completely functional. A 'beta' version, whatever the hell that meant. “According to one of the belles, it works using both things, sort of like Virtual Reality, without the need for a silly helmet. You can actually interact with the hologram and the room send information and impulses to your brain that gives you the illusion of the holograms being real. So if you touch, for example, water, it will feel cool and wet in your hand, even though it is not real.”

When she asked if it also worked on people, he was confused for a moment until he figured out what she meant, which was if their clothes could be transformed holographically as well. He shook his head. “Pas de, it is not that advance. But the plans are to have costumes, props, and attires available for whatever fantasy the members using the room had in mind. So in theory, you come to the room, dress in whatever scenario you wish to recreate and then... well... recreate it.” He added that, for example, swimsuits, bikinis, lingerie or even more 'sexier' things in order to make the experience more interesting. He could only imagine all the decadent things that were going to happen once the room was operational. It would be a sensation for the members, of that he was sure. “For example, what you asked...” A holographic keyboard appeared and he typed what she asked: Secluded beach, on a tropical island at night. A full moon as the only light and a warm breeze.

All of the sudden, the grid began to shimmer and it transformed itself into a moonlit night, with sand beneath their feet, a nice breeze and the sea. They could feel the breeze messing up their hair, for example. “The things you are feeling are not real, but rather, as I said, small electrical impulses to your brain that make you believe they are real. Also, it plays with your depth perception, making you feel as if you were in a wide open space instead of a room. Of course, if I explain more it would ruin the sensation. That and I really don't understand half of what the system is capable.” He chuckled, knelt down and took off one of her shoes, so she could actually 'feel' the sand on her feet. Of course, he softly ran his hand over her exposed foot and calf. “See what I mean?” He asked, still knelt before her and smiling up at her, he then explained that because it was still a prototype, the room was not prepared to be used for... well... more raunchy endeavors. “Eventually there would be a mix of real things and holographic things and it is my employer's hope that the room would cater to whatever the user wants.” He added.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

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Having him explain that he no longer got his thrills from the same place, made her a bit sad. In a nostalgic way more so than anything else. It brought her back to when she was just starting out as an Agent and life was just about the job. The thrills of being a spy and not getting caught. Despite her need for structure, the aspect of being undercover was something unfamiliar to Maria and in a way it became alluring. Just like a dirty little secret she could not tell anyone about. After all, who would think that someone like Maria Hill would enjoy the unknown of going undercover?

Everything Jean was telling her, had Maria wondering if it really was true. She had seen the security that the club possessed and was impressed by that. There were a few things she was still curious about and wanted to know more, however it would seem they were close guarded secrets. Maybe she could talk to Tony and see if he himself could not recreate something similar. There were so many possibilities and she was certain that Stark was more than capable. He just needed an inspiration.

It wasn’t until the room around her changed that Maria was taken back, in a good way. She had not expected the result she got. Hell she had figured Jean was teasing her and just trying to get the brunette into a room alone. Not that she minded, she was celebrating after all and quite open to a bit of naughty fun. She might have come here with Stark, and she intended on leaving with him, but that did not restrict her to just one person. Not when their terms were clear. They were there for the benefit of having someone to enjoy a roll through the sheets with, nothing more. Granted over time, Maria found she actually enjoyed Starks company, but tonight she was surprised by an old friend. One she had known intimately before. It was time to get reacquainted perhaps.

Taking in what was around her Maria noticed the light breeze and how the smell of salt water filled her nostrils. It only made her wonder how they had managed to create such a place. Even if Jean explained that the room was only in the testing stages and technically she was not supposed to be in here, the brunette was impressed. ”I must admit, I am quite taken by this technology and the potential it has.” she explained knowing that it would be far easier to train agents for real life situations using such a room. ”Though if the government found out you have a working prototype of such technology, they would try to confiscate it to use for their own means.” she added. It would be quite beneficial, but if it fell into the wrong hands, it could also be chaotic as well. There was no telling what someone could do with it if it fell into the wrong hands.

”And you trust me not to share this with anyone?” she asked looking down at Jean when he pulled her heel off. Rolling her eyes at his gesture, she set her foot down into the sand, actually experiencing the sensation of it between her toes. It could save a lot of lives being able to create a life threatening simulation where nothing actually harmed anyone. Why had no one at Shield been able to create something like this yet? Finding it used for unspoken naughty things did seem like a bit of a waste in her mind. ”The possibilities are endless.” she pointed out before stepping out of the other heel. Even if she knew she was standing on a cold floor in the middle of an empty room, her mind was registering that she was on a beach, her feet covered in still warm sand.

Wiggling her toes around, the former Deputy found herself laughing softly as she took in the strange feeling. Jean was right, knowing that it wasn’t really did effect the illusion somewhat. Taking her foot back from him, Maria sat down on the floor, or in the sand in this case stretching out a bit. ”I would have preferred the real thing, but I will take what I can get. It’s been far too long since I’ve been out or interacted with anyone aside from the Avengers and Stark.” she explained leaning back on her elbows as she looked up at Jean. ”Anyone going to have a problem with you becoming acquainted with an old friend?” she asked reaching out to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to herself. ”That last thing anyone needs right now is drama.” she explained in the same question asking him if he was exclusive with anyone or not. It had been years and she was aware he did not seem to stick to one person, but times did change. After all, she would never have expected him to be working here away from the action.

OUTFIT 814 ☆ NPC ☆ Renault

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[JEAN RENAULT]

He doubted very much that any government in the world would be able or even dare to confiscate anything from Frost International or the Hellfire Club for that matter. Not only did the company have many top tier politicians all over the world in their payroll, but the Hellfire Club itself had many of those politicians as members. If any intervention by the WSC or the U.N. or any government into the company or Club's business, it would bring out many scandalous secrets those politicians did not want brought out to the public. He remembered something Emma told him, something that had stuck with him ever since he was employed by the busty blonde: A politician is the best investment someone can have. You 'donate' five hundred thousand dollars and could get a return of your investment for several years... even decades. At first, it struck him as a very corrupt way of doing business, but he had to admit it was a very efficient one. There was also another thing... as Emma also had said... she pity the fools who would try to either confiscate Frost International assets or try to enforce that silly SHRA thing on someone like her. Knowing the full power that woman possessed, he had to agree with that statement.

”And you trust me not to share this with anyone?” 

He grinned. Renault, like Maria he was sure, trusted no one. That was what was hammered into their brains once they became intelligence operatives. The life of a secret agent was a lonely one most of the time. 'Living a lie' it was called. “Non... but it doesn't matter. Even if you were to tell the World Security Council... there would be nothing they could do to try and get the technology for themselves. My employer is quite forceful when she needs be.” He was sure that if Maria was with Stark, he would have told her about Emma's unique abilities. Renault himself could not understand how those abilities worked but he has seen how powerful she and the rest of the Inner Circle were. He sometimes felt like an ant among gods. “So there is no problem for me showing you... as I said, I have complete autonomy concerning security decisions. Another thing to like about my employer.” Not to mention that Emma Grace Frost was a woman with many talents, many of them in bed.

The handsome Frenchman had to admit that Maria Hill looked even more stunning now than back in the day when they first met and that was a tall order. It seemed that the years instead of being bad to her, had, on the contrary, made her even more beautiful. There was something to be said about mature and strong women. It was amazing how she could both project beauty and efficiency all in one neat package. He sat beside her and he himself was at awe at how real the sand and the water and the breeze felt. He knew – a little, he supposed – how it worked and that all of it was in his head, literally... but nevertheless, Maria was right... it was an impressive piece of technology. “A problem? Oh mon délicieux Maria, the Hellfire Club is all about freedom. There are no attachments... in fact, attachments are discouraged.” He said still grinning. Even though he and Mimi seemed to be joint at the hip, none of them discouraged the other in pursuing pleasure with whomever they wished. Well... with the exception of Cordelia. It was clear that Minerva drew the line when the younger Frost woman was concerned. Mimi simply could not stand the petite blonde, but that was another story.

She pulled him to her and he placed his hand on her waist as he faced her. “I am a representative of the Club, hence I am duty bound to provide with the best experience to members and potential members. In essence, I am your servant.” He said and lightly kissed her neck. “What do you have in mind... drama not withstanding?” He added, smirking.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

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”Dully noted. Though such amnesty from the World Security Council must come in handy.” Such power was dangerous in the wrong hands and she really only knew a few things about Emma Frost. Most were from a second or third source who had encountered the woman before. Never had she set her blue eyes on the woman, but she was quite curious now. ”Speaking of. Tell me your thoughts on the Super Human Registration Act. Do not worry. Your opinion will not jeopardize the rest of the evening. I am quite fond of people speaking their minds instead of following mindlessly with the crowd.” she added curious to know what he thought of it. There were far too many interesting conversations that could come from people with opposing views and thoughts.

Turning to her side, she rested her head on her elbow watching Jean and remembering how things had been back when life wasn’t so complicated. When all they had to think about was a preset mission to handle. Before the superhumans, the mutants, the aliens and gods from other worlds. There had been a time, where it was far easier to tell who was the good guy and who was the bad. Of course it was never really as clear as black and white, but it was far simpler then it was now. So many different variables went into every thought and decision; it was impossible to predict an outcome. The possibilities were endless. Maria had said this to Fury when he explained his plans for bringing the Avengers together. Putting such different people with such chaotic abilities and giving them freedom spelt disaster.

No one had listened to her and she had been right on a number of occasions. The only aspect she had not accounted for was their need to help those in need. She hated the Avengers and the destruction they created, but the people that made up the group, were genuinely trying to do what was right. ”I believe as a potential member, I should be shown exactly what the club has to offer. After all, I want to make the best informed decision as to whether or not I would continue spending my time here.” she explained in her Deputy Director voice. It was her voice of authority and given the positions she took on, it was always needed. Her newest job would need it again but perhaps in less of a strict manner as she had at Shield.

Resting her hand on Renault’s chest, she tugged the shirt he was wearing out, before slipping her hand under the fabric, running her fingers along his chest. ”I feel because of our acquaintance, the least I should get is a special V.I.P treatment from the club’s head of security.” she explained making it quite clear what she intended to happen. Whether it was in the middle of an empty room that was currently manipulating them into believing they were on a warm beach. Putting some force into her hand, she pushed him back, her long leg going over his waist, before she straddled him. Her toned legs squeezed on either side of his hips, while she smiled down at him. ”Have you learned anything new from your time here?” she asked suggestively referring to anything new when it came to a roll between the sheets. If he was in such a place, he was bound to have picked up something new since they had last spent time together.

OUTFIT 583 JEAN RENAULT

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[JEAN RENAULT]

He thought for a moment when Maria asked him what was his opinion concerning the Superhuman Registration Act. Truth be told, no one in the Inner Circle had asked him what he thought about it. In essence, he haven't thought about it, and neither were the other members. Emma, in a way, has been the only one that had commented about the controversial act and all she had said was that she pitied the fool who would try to enforce the act on her. Renault, for his part, had mixed feelings. On the one hand, his years as a member of the shadow world of intelligence made him actually agree that Superhuman and mutants individual were in effect weapons and having a way to monitor and keep in check said weapons was something that should be considered. On the other hand, he was part of an Inner Circle that was full of said individuals... in fact, he believed that Mimi, Smitley and himself were the only ones with no powers. Pretty much all of the rest had some sort of ability or other. He learned recently that Ophelia had powers, then you had Doom, Christian, Loki, Cordelia, Hela, and of course Emma. It was a unique situation to find himself in.

Now, he suspected Hill already knew about Emma's powers, but at the same time he could not just presumed that she did, so he had to be very careful how he worded his response to her. No one really knew the make up of the Inner Circle nor knew that it even existed. “Speaking as your former colleague, I am not against something to supervise people with abilities that defy logic. It is only natural for us normal people to feel a bit apprehensive about beings that can do things we can't explain.” He stated diplomatically. “Now, as a private individual, I do not believe that any government has the right to profile any person just from what they are, be it race, nationality, gender or whether or not they have 'abilities'. History is full of such forms of control and they never had ended well.” On the contrary, history has taught that such types of control always end in catastrophe. Renault have grown fond of the mutants and superhumans that he had been in contact with since he joined the Hellfire Club. In particular the females. “So you see, mon amin, it is not that clean cut. But as an experienced intelligence officer, you probably know that the world isn't clean cut, black and white. I gather you agree with it? With the SHRA?” If she did, it would not be a surprise for the handsome Frenchman. Maria Hill was a straight-shooter. What would be a surprise was the fact that she had been in contact with the Avengers for sometimes, so he would have thought that alone would have modified her views about the Act.

He did smile when she changed tones with him. That was the voice that made Hill stand aside any other person he had met. That authoritarian, no nonsense voice of hers. He had to admit that she was also a master of mixing that voice with playful undertones. And he also remembered that she wasn't just talk... she was also quite authoritarian in other, more carnally inclined, endeavors. Stark was a lucky bastard indeed. “And as Head of Security, I am duty bound to fulfill any wish you might have. It is another perk of this position, I am in charge of making sure female members of the club are well taken care of. My female counterparts are in charged of the males... unless females members prefer female company, which happens quite a bit.” He chuckled, although he was exaggerating about his role in the more 'pleasurable' aspects of his job concerning female members of the Club. In reality he seldom had contact with members of the club, with the few rare exceptions.

Ophelia was the one in charge of the 'entertainment' aspect of the establishment, using her escort service company to cater to the members' every desire and she herself partaking in it. The woman was a relentless sexual creature, he knew from personal experience. Her Escort Company had become a stable in the club and it allowed her to gather quite a lot of information, not to mention it was making a lot of money for her. He was not one hundred percent sure, as Ophelia never has said anything to him during the after hours 'special delights' between them, but he suspected that the green haired woman had intelligence and espionage experience, which actually interested him as he didn't remember her from any espionage circles. She was an enigma except for maybe Emma, for obvious reasons. Anyway, what better way to gather intelligence than by using your escorts as spies? Brilliant. Sex always loosened people's tongues. That was probably why Emma had given Ophelia free reign on the day to day operations of the Club and he had to admit that the Hungarian woman sure knew how to run a place like the Club.

All these thoughts went out the window when he felt Maria pushing him back. For a small moment he thought his suit jacket was going to get all messed with sand until he remembered that it wasn't real sand. They were in an empty room with a holographic grid. He had to admit that the Frostbyte System – from which this holographic room was created – was a incredible piece of technology. He felt the small dunes of sand under his back... hell... it even smelled like sea and sand. And the room was not completely functional, so he could only imagine how it would be once it becomes fully operational. What was not a hologram – blissfully – was Maria Hill, as she straddled him, her strong legs just as he remembered them. Maria was deceptively strong and he felt blessed to count himself as one of those who could testify to that. He had to scoff as he remembered the first time they went for 'extracurricular' activities after a mission. He thought her to be a delicate flower and he was quickly and decisively snapped out of those assumptions. Neither delicate nor a flower Maria Hill was.

”Have you learned anything new from your time here?”

He fully understood what she was asking. As lustful and experienced as Renault was, he had to admit he was not prepared for what her would encountered once he met Emma Frost and the others. Not even close. Women like Emma, Mimi and Ophelia never ceased to amaze him with their... creativity. Never a dull moment with neither of them. That, in return, had taught him a few things that he wasn't even aware that could be done. Ophelia was the most vocal of them, she knew exactly what she wanted out of a tryst and had no problems demanding it. Emma was a bit more 'free-style', allowing things to happen and taking charge only when she deemed it necessary and Mimi was... well... Mimi. He was, though, curious about Cordelia and her approach to sex. But alas, it would be in his best interest to stay away from the petite blonde woman from the time being. He returned her smile as his hands moved up her legs, moving the fabric of her dress up slowly, revealing little by little her naked legs but stopping just it reached her thighs. “You could say that... but alas, I am a gentleman, belle... Gentlemen don't kiss and tell...” He replied, knowing full well that Maria was going to call him out on the bullshit. “Quid Pro Quo, precious... you tell me about yours and I tell you about mine.” He added, his right hand caressing the inside of her left thigh.

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

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Maria knew that among every plan for peace and control, was the result of chaos and violence. No matter what anyone came up with or enforced, there would be individuals who opposed it. Some didi t peaceful and other violently. Either way, there was no stopping what people believed and what they fought for. In a perfect world, they might all agree to whatever was being enforced or suggested. However, earth was far from such a world, at least for the time being. It was why, Maria wasn't surprised with Jean when he said he was for and against it at the same time. There were many that could not really place themselves on one side or the other. It was hard because everyone knew someone with an ability or superhuman connection. They would not be humans if they did not feel some kind of compassion for those who were different. "I did not expect a clear up answer. I was hoping for a discussion with an old friend about how times are changing." she explained so he was aware she merely wanted someone else's opinion on the matter.

Given the changes that would come about, as well as the chaos and protesting if the SHRA was passed, it was nice to at least find someone willing to discuss the matter without getting offended with her opinion. Anyone that knew Maria Hill would know her stand on the matter. However, after getting to know the Avengers as of late, she was beginning to think she side would change. Right now, it was still swayed for the act. "I am for the act. I believe in structure and rules as well as consequences for one's actions." she reminded Jean incase he had forgotten since their last encounter. "However, my time with the Avengers, has altered my opinion on the matter somewhat." she added so he knew she was not completely black and white about the situation. It couldn't be as such. "I do believe those that are demeaned danger should be monitored."

Such a statement made sense but it would only bring about more questions and terms that needed to be laid out. "Though with such a structure, it would need to be established what exactly applied as 'dangerous'. The whole concept would get skewed and out of hand." It was one of the reasons such a plan had not been put on the table to begin with. "It is easier to simply categorize all those who are not human, to be subjected monitoring." It was hard for Maria to admit that she did not feel everyone needed to be monitored. During her time with Shield she had encountered those with abilities that did not pose harm to humans. However, that did not seem to matter. Those different wand with abilities posed a threat and someone needed to control them. The problem was, those who were doing the controlling were not of good intentions for all. With Hydra in the helm, those of negative intent would be set loose while the rest would be living in fear.

"Do not get me wrong. I am all for bring back control and keeping those who wish to do harm locked up. Look at the mess Magneto and his people made as well as Loki. However, there are some who's intentions for their abilities are to help." she had seen it. Those who tried to help using their abilities only to cause more harm at the same time. Stark came to mind with his intention of Ultron being used to protect humanity instead of trying to destroy it. While she asked these questions of Jean as well as spoke herself, Maria was getting herself reacquainted with the Frenchman's body once more.

Undoing the buttons, she let the garment fall to the sides, running her hand up his body. "So you have never told anyone we had shared a bed several times in both our careers?" she questioned when he mentioned he did not kiss and tell. The fact that it seemed like they really were on a beach still amused Maria as her knee's dug down into the sand. "I am not interested in your conquests Jean. I simply wish to see what these women have taught you about pleasing a woman." she explained before leaning down to nip at his neck.

OUTFIT 583 JEAN RENAULT

Wait a minute let me take you there

made by Δ ashy of caution & shine

[JEAN RENAULT]

The Frenchman was well aware that if someone was going to be pro-SHRA, it would be Hill. She was nothing if disciplined and expected the same level of everyone else. The Act was something that would appeal to her, especially with her penchant for order and stability. As a former SHIELD agent – its deputy director in fact – Hill has been trained to reach order and stability in an unstable and disorderly world, and this Act that would regulate and monitor people with powers that could go out of control at any given moment was probably seen by her and others like her as a good way to maintain that order she so much believed in. For him, though, it was as he said: he was torn between his training as a intelligence officer and his loyalty to the group he belonged to now. “Indeed, but as you said... who or what determines the 'danger' levels of any given individual? And how the response to it would be determined as well? Do we preempt them by guessing who will be dangerous in the future or we wait until they do something dangerous and then take action? Wasn't that the whole 'Insight' thing?” He said and smiled at her sheepishly.

“Mon amour, I read most of the classified files your colleague Romanoff dumped into the internet, so I kind of know about Insight. It is no wonder she is the most wanted person in the world right now.” He wonder if Maria knew that Romanoff and her group attacked the Hellfire Club. Probably not yet, but she would once Emma leaked it to the press. Ah, Magneto... Renault just recently had learned that his 'people', as Hill called them, would be merging with the Inner Circle. Emma apparently granted them some sort of asylum if and when the Act was enacted. There were other things going on, he was sure, but so far he haven't been brought into them. Eventually either Emma, Mimi or Ophelia would let him in on what else was decided. After all, he was just a Knight in the hierarchy of the Inner Circle, while mademoiselles Frost and Ophelia were Queens and Mimi was a bishop. They were higher on the food chain. Another thing he was certain of was that bringing these new members – sort of speak – of the Inner Circle was going to be a bit of a headache for the French Head of Security. As if Cordelia Frost wasn't a handful enough already. Then Hill also mentioned Loki and Renault suppressed a smile. If she only knew...

"So you have never told anyone we had shared a bed several times in both our careers?"

All those topics about Acts and Magneto and everything else could wait, because he had in front of him something more important and delightful to preoccupied his mind and body with. As her dress fell off her he admired how fit Maria was. She had kept herself quite fit, which was no surprise. As disciplined as she was, it would have been highly unlikely that she would not have kept her body in top form. His hands found the sides of her waist and began to caress them as he looked up at the beautiful brunette with those brilliant blue eyes. Almost as blue as Emma's, he realized. “Of course not! As I said, I am a perfect gentleman.” He was honest about that. He did not go around telling people about his trysts. At least, not by name. Beside, he knew better than to go boasting about sleeping with Maria... if she found out he was being a dick about it, she would have castrated him. That said, he could recall every single moment they have had a tumble in the sheets. Their first one was that joint training session in Paris, then that weekend after the session they took a trip to Marseilles and spent a week there doing nothing but acting the tourists. After that, every time the DGSE and SHIELD decided to have two of their agents liaison, they picked them... hurrah for that.

"I am not interested in your conquests Jean. I simply wish to see what these women have taught you about pleasing a woman."

As she said that, 'water' from the holographic beach reached them and for a moment he actually thought they were going to get soaked. This technology was la crainte d'inspiration. Now, for her comment, he had to smile as she kissed his neck. Pulling her a bit, he planted a deep kiss on her lips and then answered. “I suppose there is only one way to find out. But I have to warn you... they have taught me a lot, so brace yourself.” He boasted, but it was not an idle boast. She had no idea how Ophelia, Mimi and Emma were during sexuelle endeavors. “I do wonder, though, about you. How have you kept yourself busy on that front and if you have learned more things from it?” He smiled and kissed her mouth again, this time a little more fiery...

MARIA HILL

[MARIA HILL]

bang bang all over you

ill let you have it

Maria was a bit thrown when Renault mentioned that knew about Insight. Though, with the affair of the whole thing, it was a surprise that more people weren't talking about it as openly. When he mentioned the files Romanoff threw on the internet, she did not seem at all surprised. It was what Romanoff wanted to do, expose Hydra for what they really were. It was taking time given many did not believe it and Hydra was crafty at being able to hide their antics.

"Insight was quite a disaster. As much as I would enjoy believing that the Act would be a good idea, we've been through several initiatives that have failed miserably." she explained. It was hard not to see the difference between a good idea and a bad one. Given that the last several times that government had tried to enforce something to keep control over people it really hadn't gone over well. As much as everyone wanted to believe that Act or anything else they came up with to stop the recent increase in superhuman activity, who were they kidding. "That only way such an enforcement would be considered morally correct would be if it was done on a case by case basis and not by shuffling everyone into certain groups." she added knowing what he was trying to say. At the same time, Maria was trying to continue to justify that despite the flows, such control was still needed in a way.

Hearing him explain he was a perfect gentleman, had her rolling her eyes. "I beg to differ. Some of our encounters could be classified as not so gentlemanly." she explained having quite a fond memory of some of their times together. At first, she had been annoyed by Renault and his French charm. But after a while, the sex was good and he turned out to be interesting company. Though most back in Shield figured she hated the poor bloc given how she had talked about him. "Enlighten me." she whispered before laughing at his question. "You're about to find out mon ami."


(sorry about the wait. Care to finish it off here or fast forward?)

OUTFIT 583 JEAN RENAULT

Wait a minute let me take you there

made by Δ ashy of caution & shine

[JEAN RENAULT]

The Frenchman listened to the former SHIELD agent attentively while also helping her shed her dress, revealing more of her body in the process. Talk about being able to multitask. One of the many skills he had acquired during his career first as an intelligence operative and now as Head of Security of Frost International and the Hellfire Club. None of what she said surprised him. He knew Maria Hill well... at least as well as someone could possibly know her, she was not one to speak a lot about herself. Everything she said went in accordance to the type of person she was. He was in a sense the same way and it had taken him quite a lot of getting used to the way things were in the Hellfire Club, with its own splendidly chaotic way to do things. But he knew that there was a method to the madness and he had to admit that he had gotten used to it.

To say that Insight was a disaster was an understatement of biblical proportions. He saw the news footage of the three Helicarriers crashing down on top of the Triskellion and the massive destruction left behind. He also followed the congressional hearings about the incident and the defiant way Romanoff basically told them to go to hell and kiss her ass. At that time Renault was already employed by Emma Frost but he it was curious to him how little the buxom blonde seemed interested in anything that was happening. She had bigger fish to fry, in a sense. It was back then that she was searching for Loki and also had her plans to take over the Club. Besides, she hated SHIELD so for her all this was nothing more than poetic justice.

But to more pleasant endeavors. He did remember the first time they met, how he got on her nerve with his suave personality, not to mentioned that he tried to flirt with her at every chance he got. He was sure that for someone so serious and focused as Hill, it got to have been annoying. But dangerous missions tended to lead to unexpected results, it was a trait all of those few members of the Intelligence Community shared. Their lives was one always teetering between life and death and it was completely normal that – when adrenaline pumped and the rush of being in danger winds down – people would relax by having sex with their mission partners. Happened to him plenty of times and he was sure that it was the same for Maria.

"You're about to find out mon ami.”

He smiled at that and rolled over, this time her body laying on top of the holographic sand on a holographic beach. He was still amazed at how real the whole setting felt and it was not even fully operational yet. He was sure once it was, this would be the biggest attraction in Hellfire Club. “I am looking forward to it, mademoiselle...” He said as he kissed her lips and neck. Wonders never ceased indeed...

FADE TO BLACK

THE END