Chapter 170: Honey Trap

Chapter 170: Honey Trap

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Seeing the offering of what appeared to be over 40 Kree warships, though some of them looked to be in pretty bad shape, Peter couldn't help but think of his home country.

The United States has a long history of arming and funding groups across the world to do their dirty work, so this situation wasn't exactly a new phenomenon.

In fact, it was funny to see that even an advanced multi galaxy-spanning empire would pull the same tricks as a relatively new country on some backwater planet.

Although Peter didn't like the fact that the Nova Empire was pretty much saying 'We want nothing to do with it. Here are some leftover ships, go and kill Thanos.', he found it impossible to turn down their offer.

'At least they know the right gifts to give...' Peter thought as he admired the space crafts.

Off to the side, Fury and the rest of the Avengers Council understood this as well. They weren't exactly happy either, but who were they to turn down such a nice gift?

Fury understood this move the most, as he worked in this sort of business for all of his life. It just so happens that the roles have reversed this time around.

"Although it isn't the outcome we were hoping for, the ships will come in handy." Peter says, receiving an understanding nod from Irani Rael.

"If it means anything, I tried to push for an alliance, but no one seemed to be willing to stand up against Thanos. The Mad Titan is a subject that most simply want to ignore, which is a stance that I don't agree with."

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing." Peter quotes something he heard back in his past life. "Those people who would rather keep their heads in the sand and hope they're left alone will sooner or later regret their actions."

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After a short talk, in which Irani promised to keep petitioning for an alliance with them, the Avengers bid their farewells, picked up their weapons, and left the building in search of Tony, though they really just wanted to sightsee for a little while.

Sadly, Peter had to stay behind, as he had to offload the Kree prisoners onto the Nova Corps. Someone had to do the boring work, and as usual, the burden was placed on him.

'We need to get a new member that can use portals...' Peter thought as he escorted batches of Kree prisoners through portals with the help of Irani and her soldiers.

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Hours later, the transport was finished and every Kree was safely imprisoned in the Nova Corps headquarters, where they were identified and charged with all sorts of horrible crimes.

"If it would help with their charges, I can have Jarvis send over any incriminating evidence from the databanks of Ronan's ships." Peter offered as he saw the way they were each processed.

"Yes, that would be great." Irani nodded as they watched the Nova Corps members at work. "Sadly, we can't just throw them in prison forever based on their alignment alone. The Nova Empire has many laws protecting the rights of every being, so without evidence, a small portion of them would most likely be deported back to their home world."

"Lead the way, Jarvis." Peter says as his phone's GPS switches on.

Following Jarvis' instructions, Peter arrived at a back room on the third floor of the building. The sounds of sweet moans, chains rattling, and leather whips could be heard from the opposite side of the door.

"Jarvis..." Peter calls out as he hesitates to even open the door. "Your creator is a degenerate."

"I've noticed this long ago, sir." Jarvis says in an almost mournful tone.

"..." Peter second-guessed his decisions as he contemplated leaving Tony at the brothel and returning home. 'I can pick up the ships tomorrow...'

Just as Peter was thinking this, the door suddenly crept open, and a naked purple woman with four eyes tiptoed out with a large red and gold briefcase in hand.

'Tony's suit?' Peter immediately knew what the briefcase was, as Tony used that form to travel with his armor all the time. "This idiot fell into a honey trap and got robbed..."

As soon as Peter's voice filled the hall, the woman froze in place and looked around like a kid, who was caught stealing cookies.

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Inside the room, Tony was blindfolded, handcuffed, and surrounded by four alien women, each of them with vibrant skin. One of them even had a third breast, which Tony was currently sucking on.

Two of the women held small leather whips in hand as they took turns flogging Tony's chest every minute or so.

Suddenly, the door flew open and hit the wall with a bang, scaring the woman as they screamed and jumped off of the bed.

"Huh?" Tony mutters as the sweet alien breast leaves his mouth, still blindfolded. "What's going on?"

At the door, Peter stood with Tony's Iron Man briefcase in one hand while a guilty-looking thief stood behind him in fear.

"All of you out, now." Peter orders and steps aside as the frightened alien prostitutes rush out, knowing that they've been caught.

"Peter?" Tony asks in confusion as he pulls on his restraints. "Is that you?"

"You really are an idiot." Peter sighs as he shoots a web at Tony's head and pulls the blindfold off. "I never took you for a masochist though..."

As a sadist, Peter was a bit disappointed in his friend's preferences, though he wouldn't judge him for it.

"What? Why are you here..." Tony asks but soon notices the case in Peter's hand. "Why do you have my armor?"

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