This chapter has a light R-18 scene in the second half.
Chapter 13:
– Silas –
Surprisingly, Director Piggot didn't rip me a new one.
I'd braced myself going into her office, fully expecting the worst—a pissed-off Director laying into me about somehow provoking the attack.
Instead, Piggot just sat there looking worn out, irritated, and generally pissed at everything else besides me.
I guess even she had to admit the Empire deciding to murder us in broad daylight at Winslow wasn't exactly my fault. Honestly, I had been a bit worried she'd somehow spin it around on me anyway…
Maybe that was just my meta knowledge trying to find problems with the obese woman even though she'd been pretty chill with me so far.
As had Alexandria of course.
So yeah, Piggot wasn't pissed at me.
She was pissed at the situation—specifically, about Shadow Stalker being publicly outed.
But again, not much we could have done about that. Hookwolf and Cricket made the call to break the unwritten rules, not us. Sophia was now outed as a cape—and as a black girl who'd just permanently taken down an Empire villain…
I'd checked PHO on my phone briefly, and Sophia had become really fucking popular. People loved the headlines. Shadow Stalker, unmasked as a black girl, skewering a Nazi cape who tried to murder her in the middle of a high school cafeteria.
Someone had already dubbed her "The Nazi Slayer," and the thread discussing her and the attack had over a thousand pages of comments, and memes.
It was wild.
I had my own dedicated posts as well, but considering I didn't kill an infamous Nazi cape, I wasn't as famous at the moment. It wasn't just me and Sophia, either. Taylor was slowly growing more famous as well for triggering and killing killing Victor, and then fucking Alexandria showed up and literally tore Hookwolf apart.
I was alone in my room at the Rig. I let out a heavy sigh and sank onto my bed. The clock on the wall ticked past 8 PM, and I stared blankly at the ceiling for a minute.
Damn, today had definitely been one of the days of all time…
I wondered vaguely if I'd ever have something resembling a normal day again? Probably not, now that I had a system constantly throwing new quests and crazy scenarios at me.
Speaking of my System…
I grinned to myself, sitting up straight and waving my hand through the air. Immediately, a blue screen popped up in front of my face.
[Congratulations on surviving the attack and saving Shadow Stalker's life!]
[Reward Unlocked: The Ghost Bike]
[Description: A black, ethereal, and completely silent motorcycle that can be summoned and dismissed instantly at will. While riding the Ghost Bike, you gain the ability to turn invisible, pass effortlessly through solid walls, and even fly.]
"Holy shit!" I shouted out loud, excitement jolting through me.
I pumped my fist in the air, unable to hold back my enthusiasm. It was like I'd just been handed the keys to some Danny Phantom shit—on a fucking motorcycle! I had literal invisibility, flight, and phasing powers now, as long as I was riding my new bike. Which looked absolutely sick from the icon and definitely matched my Nightingale Armor.
Immediately, I wanted to take it out for a spin, test it out, maybe fly across the city a few times just for the hell of it. I glanced quickly at the clock again. It was barely past eight, and I still had way too much adrenaline pumping through me from earlier.
Going to sleep wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I felt too wired.
I knew leaving the Rig right now probably wasn't the best idea. Technically, I was probably supposed to stay put for debriefings and PR damage control tomorrow morning or whatever else the Director wanted.
But then again, how the hell was anyone supposed to stop me now?
I smirked again, imagining Armsmaster trying to catch a ghostly invisible motorcycle speeding straight through walls.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Decision made, I stood up from my bed, stretched, and cracked my knuckles. A quick test drive wouldn't hurt anyone.
It was time to ride.
– Amy –
Amy stood quietly at the edge of the Brockton Bay hospital rooftop, the cool night breeze ruffling through her reddish brown curls.
She took a slow drag from the cigarette between her fingers, staring down at the brightly lit streets below. She wasn't exactly a regular smoker—usually only on particularly stressful days.
But today had definitely qualified.
After classes ended, she'd come straight here to heal patients, the way she always did. Hours passed in a blur of fixing broken bones, repairing damaged organs, and dealing with all the weird shit the people of Brockton Bay managed to get themselves into…
She downright refused to heal any deviants who got "weird things" stuck up their asses anymore…
But today her mind hadn't really been in it. Instead, her thoughts had been entirely consumed by worry about Silas.
She'd been constantly checking PHO updates between patients, reading the frantic threads describing the Empire attack on Winslow, how Hookwolf and Cricket had tried to kill Silas and Shadow Stalker in the middle of Winslow's goddamned cafeteria.
And yet, Silas hadn't even called her!
He'd just sent her and Vicky a vague text hours after the fact—"Yeah, everything's fine"—like it was no big deal that literal Nazis had tried to murder him!
Amy exhaled sharply, irritation bubbling in her chest. He'd traveled to another fucking dimension with her, faced dragons and magic and insane fantasy shit. You'd think a Nazi attack would merit more than just a casual fucking text!
She flicked the half-smoked cigarette away, watching as it spiraled down toward the pavement below.
Healing at the hospital used to make her feel fulfilled, back when it felt like enough. Now though, after seeing another world and fighting monsters–making a difference–this just didn't feel the same anymore.
It felt dull. Routine. Safe.
Amy was beginning to crave excitement. Something more thrilling, more vibrant than just endlessly fixing broken bodies in a sterile hospital room.
She took a deep breath, starting to turn back toward the stairwell—
"Hey there, Amy!"
The voice—familiar and annoyingly casual—came out of absolutely nowhere, shattering her thoughts.
Amy jumped and whirled around, instinctively summoning flames to her fingertips in alarm. She stared wide-eyed at the sudden intruder on the rooftop with her.
And it was Silas of course…
Silas was sitting calmly astride a sleek, pitch-black motorcycle. The machine purred silently beneath him. Amy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. How the fuck had he gotten a motorcycle onto the roof without making a single sound? Had he been invisible? And why?
"Whoa!" Silas said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Don't burn me! It's just me, PanPan!"
Amy scowled, but relaxed her stance, the flames dissipating from her hand. Her heart was still pounding. "Jesus Christ, Silas! Don't fucking sneak up on me like that. How the hell did you get up here?"
He slid smoothly off the motorcycle and approached her, his expression softening into a sheepish look. "Sorry," he said genuinely. "I probably should have called instead of just texting earlier. I know you and Vicky were worried. Shit just got… crazy."
"Yeah. It's not like Nazis tried to murder you or anything serious, right? Definitely not worth picking up a phone to reassure us with your own voice…" she snarked at him.
Silas winced slightly. "Okay, I deserved that one." He gestured behind him toward the strange motorcycle, obviously eager to change the topic. "But hey, check it out. This is the Ghost Bike. I got it as a reward from my System for surviving the Empire's bullshit today and helping Shadow Stalker deal with Cricket."
He pointed at the edgy black machine.
She raised an eyebrow at him, not ready to let him off the hook yet. "And what's so special about it?"
Silas's eyes lit up with excitement as he stepped back to rest a hand fondly on the motorcycle's smooth black frame. "Well, it's totally silent, as you probably noticed since I snuck up on you. Plus, it can turn me invisible whenever I ride it, phase straight through walls, and it even flies!"
Amy felt her eyes widen despite herself. Flying, invisibility, and passing through solid objects? She was immediately jealous. If she had something like that, she wouldn't have to wait around every night for Vicky to pick her up and carry her home.
Although… even if she had a magical ghost motorcycle, she'd probably still want Victoria to pick her up. After all, riding in Vicky's strong arms, feeling the warmth of her sister's body holding her tight against the night air, was the absolute best part of her day…
"Amy?" Silas's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her abruptly back to reality. She blinked, realizing she'd probably just been staring at the bike in silence like a complete idiot.
"What?" she said defensively with her cheeks warming slightly.
Silas smiled gently. "I asked if you wanted to come for a ride with me?"
Amy hesitated only briefly, glancing toward the stairwell and knowing exactly how boring and predictable her night would be if she said no.
Fuck predictability.
A slow grin spread across her lips. "Alright, Silas. Let's go for a ride…"
– Silas –
The Ghost Bike flew smoothly through the night sky above Brockton Bay, slicing silently through the cool air. I felt totally at ease as I steered the bike, rising and dipping between the taller buildings.
Amy clung tightly to me from behind, her slender body pressed warmly against my back, her arms wrapped securely around my chest.
It felt good—damn good, actually. I couldn't stop the small grin from forming on my lips as I glanced down at her pale fingers locked together in front of me. The wind whipped through our hair as I sped up a bit.
We'd been up here a while now, just soaring around without any real destination, enjoying the quiet freedom and the city spread out beneath us.
Then Amy's voice cut through the comfortable silence, her mouth close enough to my ear to be heard clearly over the rush of air.
"So…" she began, her voice hesitant but curious. "Is this… like a date?"
Her question caught me totally off-guard, and my shoulders tensed slightly. We'd never really talked about that. Not explicitly, at least—not since Skyrim. It had been easy to avoid labels when we'd been lost in another reality, but here, back in Brockton Bay, things felt way more complicated.
After a moment, I decided honesty was probably the best route. "It can be, if you want it to be," I answered simply, turning my head slightly to glance back at her.
She met my gaze, a faint, amused smile on her lips as her eyes sparkled in the darkness. "I wouldn't mind," she admitted softly, ducking her head just a little. "This… this is actually really nice."
Relief washed through me, and I smiled, relaxing again. "Yeah, it is," I agreed quietly. "Glad you think so."
We flew in silence for a little longer, following the line of the Boardwalk below, the gentle sounds of waves reaching us even from this height. A sudden thought popped into my head, and I figured—why not?
"Hey," I called back to her over my shoulder, "You wanna try flying this thing yourself?"
Amy perked up immediately. "Are you serious? Hell yeah I do!"
Grinning, I steadied my grip and suddenly reached back with one arm, grabbing Amy by the waist and spinning her around my body, settling her smoothly into my lap.
She yelped loudly, clinging to me tightly as she found herself suddenly facing forward instead of behind. "You asshole!" she protested breathlessly, turning her head just enough to shoot me a halfhearted glare. The pout on her lips was entirely unconvincing, though.
"Relax," I chuckled. "You're fine."
"Warn me next time, dickhead," she muttered, clearly not that angry as her hands eagerly settled onto the Ghost Bike's handlebars in front of her. This new position put me holding her snugly from behind, my arms around her waist, my chest pressed firmly against her back. It felt even better this way, to be perfectly honest.
Amy leaned forward slightly, testing the controls and quickly getting the hang of them. I could hear her laugh quietly in delight as the bike responded instantly, banking gently at her direction.
—
Amy kept the Ghost Bike steady as we soared above Brockton Bay.
My arms held snugly around her waist, her slender body fitting perfectly against mine. As far as superhero dates went, I figured this was going pretty well…
Without any warning, Amy suddenly gunned the throttle hard! The bike surged forward, accelerating sharply into the sky, and instinctively I tightened my grip around her, holding on tight to keep myself from tumbling backward off the flying motorcycle hundreds of feet above the city streets.
A split second later, I realized exactly where my hands had ended up—both of them firmly cupping Amy's soft and perky breasts over her costume.
For a heartbeat, Amy stiffened in surprise. The motorcycle slowed slightly, settling into a smoother glide, and I paused, unsure of how she'd react. She didn't immediately yell at me or tell me to remove my hands.
Ok then…
I felt like that was a silent permission to test my luck just a bit further…
Gently, I squeezed her breasts, cautiously at first, enjoying the feel of her curves beneath my palms.
Amy's body shivered visibly against mine, and the small moan that escaped her lips told me I was definitely doing something right. Still, she didn't say anything to stop me, didn't tell me to remove my hands, didn't even pull away.
If anything, she relaxed slightly into my touch, leaning further back against my chest.
Encouraged, I grew bolder, massaging her breasts with more confidence, feeling the way she responded to my touch—her breathing picking up, her chest rising and falling in rhythm beneath my hands.
Small, quiet moans slipped from her lips, only barely audible over the rush of wind past our ears.
'Fuck it,' I thought. Why not try just a little more?
Keeping one hand gently kneading her breasts over her costume, I let my other hand trail slowly downward, tracing the smooth curve of her waist and stomach, heading lower still.
Amy shivered visibly as my hand traveled downward, but once again she made no attempt to stop me.
Carefully, almost hesitantly, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her costume pants. My heart raced, excitement coursing through me. My fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her panties, exploring cautiously until they brushed something hot and incredibly wet.
"Oh fuck," Amy gasped aloud, her voice quivering slightly.
I paused instantly, my fingers just barely touching the slick heat between her thighs. My heart hammered in my chest. "Amy," I murmured into her ear, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you fucking dare," Amy hissed immediately, her voice breathless but unmistakably eager. She steadied the bike beneath us, making it clear exactly what she wanted.
I didn't need any more encouragement. Despite my lack of sexual experience with women overall, instinct guided my movements as my fingers gently explored between her thighs. My thumb grazed her clit lightly, causing her body to tense against mine.
"That feels good…" Amy moaned openly, hips shifting restlessly, clearly needing more.
I teased her gently, carefully exploring her lower lips, feeling just how hot and wet she was. Slowly, I slipped a finger just barely inside her, testing her reaction. Her response was immediate—a sharp, pleading whimper. She shifted on the seat, squirming slightly, the bike swerving beneath us.
"Careful," I chuckled quietly in her ear, holding her a bit more securely to make sure she didn't lose control and cause us to crash into a building.
Amy shuddered slightly in my arms, but a soft, playful laugh slipped from her lips. "Sorry," she mumbled breathlessly, "I'll keep flying, but don't stop." She pressed herself back more firmly against me, clearly eager for me to continue. And I was more than happy to oblige.
"Just keep her steady." I chuckled and continued.
I began moving my finger carefully in and out of her, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed as I learned exactly what made her moan louder, what made her body quiver.
My thumb continued teasing her clit, circling gently.
Amy's breathing became rapid, shallow gasps, her hands gripping tightly on the bike's handlebars. She managed to keep our flight path steady, but just barely. Every so often, the motorcycle would jerk slightly, reflecting just how much my touch was affecting her.
"This okay?" I asked quietly in her ear, just to be sure.
"God yes," Amy groaned without hesitation, arching back into my touch. "Don't you dare stop, Silas! I'm so close, and I need this so bad!"
Hearing the desperation and need in her voice made my heart race even faster. I loved seeing her like this, loved knowing it was me making her feel this way. I increased my pace, pumping my finger a tiny bit deeper into her slick pussy, my thumb stroking her clit steadily.
Amy writhed, her hips bucking slightly against my hand, desperate for more. I added another finger carefully, gently stretching her as I continued, and Amy moaned loudly, clearly approaching her limit.
"Silas—fuck," she gasped raggedly, hips grinding urgently against my hand, clearly chasing the release she desperately needed. "I'm—I'm gonna—!"
"It's okay," I murmured soothingly against her neck. "Cum for me, Amy…"
Amy cried out softly, body trembling violently against mine, gripping the handlebars tightly as pleasure swept through her. She lost control of the bike for just a brief second, causing us to swerve slightly, but quickly regained composure. I held onto her securely, keeping her steady as she rode out her climax, panting heavily against me.
Finally, Amy slumped back fully against my chest, boneless and clearly satisfied, still breathing hard. I carefully withdrew my hand, gently pulling it from her pants, and wrapped both arms securely around her waist again, holding her close.
"That was pretty good, huh?" I asked Amy, leaning slightly forward and trying not to grin too obviously.
Amy opened her mouth to respond, but before any words came out, another voice interrupted from beside us.
"I'll say it was! God, I'm so jealous!"
Amy let out a startled squeak at the unexpected intrusion, and I snapped my head around to find Glory Girl—Vicky—flying smoothly alongside the Ghost Bike. Her face was flushed red, but her eyes glittered mischievously as she winked at the both of us and broke into a fit of giggles.
My mind froze for a moment. Shit, how long had she been flying there? Exactly how much had she seen?
"Vicky!?" Amy practically shouted, face instantly darkening several shades. "What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Vicky shrugged casually in midair, her blonde hair fluttering in the breeze. "I came by the hospital to pick you up, Ames, but you weren't there. I got worried and went looking for you. And then I saw a random flying motorcycle cruising over Brockton Bay." She tilted her head to the side. "So I totally flew closer to take a peek, and see what was what. And then I saw you two having your little moment. It looked like you were having a great time, so I thought I'd better wait until after Amy got to cum before interrupting."
Amy groaned deeply, hiding her face behind her hands.
Vicky laughed again, clearly enjoying the moment as she shot me an approving thumbs-up. "Good job, by the way, Silas! Amy really needed to de-stress. She's been so uptight lately. And now she looks so much happier. An orgasm a day keeps the stress away, you know…"
I coughed slightly, trying and failing to fight the grin forming on my face. That was not a line I'd ever heard before. "Uh, thanks, Vicky. Glad to help…"
She floated closer to us, still wearing that playful grin. "Speaking of which, do you think I can get a ride next? Because seriously, after today, I really need some stress relief too!"
"Someone fucking kill me now," Amy muttered under her breath, leaning back against me with another embarrassed groan.
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