An Avenger's Consequences

Part 9 of my 'An Avenger's..." Black Widow series. This story takes place between Captain America: Civil War and Avengers: Infinity War.

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Creeping through the solitary darkness, the Black Widow gradually emerged from the shadows. Slipping through the open courtyard, the redhead vaulted over a high fence before dropping down into a sea of endless shipping containers. While avoiding security in a place like this was easy Natasha Romanoff would take no chances; she was still a wanted woman.

Feeling her belt cut tight against her hip, Natasha crouched low, grimacing as she waited for a guard to pass. Leaning against a steel barrier she took a steadying breath, chest threatening to bust the tight green vest she wore over her trademark navy catsuit.

Rising from her hidden position, Natasha darted stealthily through the nondescript metal maze, green eyes searching the darkness for the right container. Tight leather hugging her voluptuous curves, she delved deep into the eery complex of rusted towers.

Finding her target, Natasha scanned the container's serial number, whilst checking its perimeter was clear. Raising a fist the Avenger prepared to knock. Before she could however the door clunked open.

Natasha darted backward instinctively as the heavy steel swung towards her. Thumbing the hammer of the pistol strapped around her hip, she blinked hard, harsh light blinding her as it cascaded through the open portal.

Stepping into the limited space, Natasha closed the door behind her, careful not to slam it as she locked herself inside. Turning, the redhead's eyes adjusted slowly to her bright new surroundings:

The inside of the 3 by 9 container was considerably more high tech than the rusting metal exterior: This was a black site, a disused safehouse built by the long defunct SHIELD. However; where once there had been racks lined with weapons now each shelf was adorned with toys from her deepest darkest fantasies. Yet the woman at the centre of the room was all Natasha could see:

"You are late," Maria Hill stated coldly, acting as if nothing had changed, even though everything had. The Avengers had fractured, lines had been crossed. It had been 6 months, 27 days since their last encounter. But Maria was acting exactly the same:

Dressed in a form-fitting grey jumpsuit not dissimilar to Natasha's own, the former Director of SHIELD had lost none of her composure, emanating strength in-spite of their troubling new circumstances. Dark hair tied back in a tight bun, the brunette looked up from her work, fixing Natasha with her sharp blue stare.

Wilting almost immediately, Natasha tried not to react to the girl strapped between them; doing her best to feign indifference. Bound and gagged, the naked young thing wriggled against the restraints that tied her to the central workbench. Moaning pathetically, she stared back at Natasha:

"You wanted to see me?"

Massaging her subject, Maria ran her palms methodically along the girl's tense back, finger tips tracing the tight straps crisscrossing over tanned skin. Reaching under her the brunette brazenly appraised soft naked flesh. Weighing the girl's full chest in her firm grip, Maria plucked hard nipples, eliciting a strangled groan from her petrified subject. Satisfied with the girl's reaction, the Ex-Director of SHIELD nodded, finally addressing the elephant in the room:

"That suit looks ready to burst."

Already feeling self-conscious, Natasha tried to ignore the cruel jab, fingers tracing over her tight utility belt: Perhaps her body had lost some if its finer tone, the safety and security of civilian life applying a generous layer of cellulite to her frame; oozing through every curve and join of her skintight leather suit. Tugging hopelessly at the zipper that cut a vertical line in the front of her costume, the metal link remained low, stuck between her ample breasts.

Natasha shook her head; in less than 30 seconds Maria had belittled and demeaned her, exuding the dominance that had quelled the former Avenger again and again. Clearing her throat, the Black Widow tried to respond curtly:

"I've been in hiding for over a year."

"Then forced retirement doesn't suit you."

"What do you expect?" Natasha replied defensively, "You had me babysitting a kid for 6 months."

"Careful Romanoff," Maria growled, her sharp gaze cutting into Natasha once more: "You remember the chain of command don't you? Or do I have to strap you back into this thing?"

Seeing Maria's hand disappear beneath the bent over girl, Natasha heard a sharp intake of breath as she shuddered in place. Of course, Natasha remembered this treatment, the recalibration exercises were designed to change a woman's priorities: Hours, days spent in perpetual ecstasy, so close to release, so completely at the mercy of a superior. Every tool around them would be used until this girl was as weak and pliable as a new born lamb, ready to submit in every way she could. Finally she would be remade; crafted into a tool for sexual espionage.

Biting her tongue, Natasha shook her head. Of course she had known she wasn't Maria's only subject; the brunette had an insatiable appetite. Still it hurt to watch as she broke in her latest, more nubile asset.

Smiling darkly back at her, Maria slowly removed her arm from between the recruit's trembling thighs, lifting her hand to the light, inspecting cream covered fingers:

"Good girl."

Strutting around her subject, Maria opened the nearest cabinet, addressing Natasha as she searched:

"There are rumours that the Black Widow has been compromised."

"No Ma'am."

"So why are you not blonde?"

Confused, Natasha ran a hand through her hair. Inspecting wavy red locks, she cursed under her breath:

"Wanda..."

"Don't forget your place in all this Romanoff," Maria stated coldly. Stepping around the inclined girl, Natasha watching the brunette select the next largest strap-on in a row, suppressing a gulp as the brunette removed the huge, ribbed cock from its holder.

"You're a half-measure," Maria stated curtly: "a balm to distract our enemies, not our friends."

Turning away from Natasha, the superior brunette held the heavy dildo to her crotch, signalling her asset as she spoke:

"And I want you blonde."

Stepping close behind Maria, Natasha reached around the other woman, securing the straps as her superior continued:

"What is the mission?"

"I don't do 'missions' anymore, you know that-"

"What is the mission Romanoff!?"

Hanging her head, Natasha spoke quietly:

"No repeats. No feelings. The mission is submission."

"Good. Now hand me that."

Pointing to the tube of lubricant on the counter beside Natasha, the redhead reluctantly passed it to her, watching as the brunette squeezed gel over her fake phallus, speaking nonchalantly even as she massaged the liquid over the hard black tip:

"I don't want to hear you've been domesticated. Don't get compromised-"

Strutting past Natasha, Maria ran her eyes over her Natasha's buxom physique, secretly enjoying the extra layer of fat that bloated her already thick behind. Brushing past, she purposefully slapped a plump cheek:

"-Or sloppy."

Smirking, the brunette watched bountiful flesh jiggle in skintight leather, Natasha staying dutifully silent. Turning back to her hogtied recruit, Maria issued instructions:

"There has been a sighting of Rainbow Bridge activity in Europe. One of our contacts over there has hinted they know more than me. I don't like that."

"They're connected?" Natasha asked, watching as Maria took her place back behind the wide-eyed girl, stroking her ass before parting quivering cheeks:

"Undetermined. Go to Berlin and see what you can find."

Lining up her dildo as she spoke, Maria met Natasha's eyes once more. Staring back into those cold blue orbs, Natasha tensed, sensing what was coming:

In one powerful stroke, the brunette penetrated her target, the girl squealing helplessly around the gag in her mouth as Maria sank her strap-on deep into her tight virgin ass.

Maria reveled in the redhead's discomfort almost as much as she did this new girl's: none of her subjects had lasted as long as the Black Widow. Who knew such perfect submission required such... resilience.

Feeling the delicious pressure of the girl's tightness around her cock, the brunette made sure Natasha watched as her thighs slapped her subject's behind, enjoying the girl's muffled moans. Leaning against her hips, Maria exhaled, drinking in another delicious submission.

Glancing down into those desperate eyes, Natasha felt the girl's pleasurable agony. Losing her nerve, Natasha turned away; knowing all too well the utter depravation of sodomy.

"Remember the mission Romanoff."

Climbing out of the container, the Black Widow waited for the steel to slam shut behind her. Walking out of the complex, Natasha made no attempt at stealth: more compromised than ever.

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Slinking through a club on Potsdammer Platz, Natasha ignored the incessant noise and throbbing light, focusing on getting a drink. Finding an empty space at the crowded bar the ex-agent planted herself on a high stool.

Natasha had been told their contact would find her here; otherwise she had zero intel. As far as ops go, this was already a bust. But this was not an op; and she had no authority. No plan, no weapons, no intel. Natasha was expected to sit on this stool until her contact revealed herself: Already completely at their mercy.

But as always Natasha made a good impression; dressed in a strapless blue satin gown the Ex-Avenger cut an elegant figure, that stood apart from her bustling surroundings, flawless make-up and high heels working together to emphasize already stunning beauty.

Minutes slowly ticked by. Finishing her first martini, Natasha ordered a second, taking a sip as she turned to survey the heaving crowd, watching men and women gyrate to the heavy beat as she searched for any sign of danger. The club was metropolitan, a place for rich, spoilt German kids to blow of steam: Natasha didn't like it.

When she finally felt a tap on her shoulder Natasha was legitimately surprised; it took a skilled opponent to sneak up on her. Twisting to face the new arrival, the Black Widow's eyes widened:

"You're a hard girl to reach."

Sharon Carter smiled:

"Romanoff."

Blinking disbelievingly, Natasha cleared her throat:

"You're our contact in Berlin??"

"Bet you hoped you'd never see me again huh?"

Natasha shook her head in dismay. Dressed in a black cocktail dress, the ex-SHIELD agent looked stunning, perfectly at ease in their vulgar setting. Taking a seat beside the former Avenger, Sharon nodded:

"Like the new look."

Leaning forward, Natasha subconsciously ran her fingers through recently dyed hair, brushing platinum blonde locks; just as Maria had insisted:

"Thanks."

Sharon shrugged:

"Makes you look like a hooker."

Leaning on the bar, Natasha downed the rest of her martini:

"You're a blonde too."

"Yeah, but it looks good on me."

Natasha shook her head wearily: Agent 13 was a former member of SHIELD and a failed subject of the sexual espionage recruitment program. Natasha had personally evaluated and rejected the other woman. Given the circumstances, how could Maria possibly expect to coax information out of her?!

As if reading her mind, Sharon smirked:

"One and done huh? I never passed your test?"

Staring back at the other woman, Natasha felt trapped, unsure how to respond.

"Well I say your 'test'. You were never really pulling the strings were you Romanoff? How is Maria??"

Natasha grimaced. Ignoring the jab, the Ex-Avenger decided to follow through on why she had come:

"What do you know Carter?"

"Ohhhh I've heard stories."

"Like what?"

"Like the one about you and that reporter. What was her name?"

Natasha gritted her teeth:

"I'm talking about the possible alien incursion-"

"-Christina?"

Frowning back at the impertinent CIA Agent, Natasha could tell Sharon intended to play this out. If she wanted the girl's information, she would have to play along:

"Christine," Natasha muttered, "Christine Everheart."

"Everheart..." Sharon murmured, "Well, story goes you fucked Ms. Everheart on the set of her talk show." The CIA agent chuckled darkly, "Crazy right?"

Natasha avoiding her eye, Sharon waited patiently, ordering her own drink whilst the two sat in silence. Recognising they were at an impasse, Natasha reluctantly responded:

"It had to be juicy enough to make Everheart back down. I gave her the chance of an exclusive interview with the infamous 'Black Widow.' She jumped at it, wanted a scoop and I gave her one. Just not the one she intended... the footage on the cameras made for handy blackmail material. The Avengers have got good press from her station ever since."

"Wow," Sharon gasped, genuinely appalled: "I knew SHIELD's Sexual Espionage program was dirty, but still..."

Feeling exposed, Natasha quickly changed the subject:

"Know any other tall tales?"

Leaning forward, Sharon grinned, digging deeper:

"Hill sank her claws into you young didn't she? Turned the infamous Black Widow into her puppet. Explains a lot actually. Even our one night stand!"

Stirring her drink with a finger, Sharon paused, considering what she'd learnt:

"It really doesn't bother you? Sleeping with all those people??"

Natasha glanced down at her martini, suppressing her emotions:

"I don't stop to think about it."

By now Natasha knew this interaction was about more than delivering information; Carter had been investigating her. For what? Revenge? Whatever her reasons, Natasha wasn't here to satisfy the CIA agent's curiosity. Or therapy. Clearing her throat, the Black Widow hastily changed the subject:

"So the Rainbow Bridge activity -Mmph!"

Cutting her off, the blonde leant forward quickly, capturing Natasha's mouth in an insistent kiss.

Taken aback, Natasha nevertheless accepted Sharon's lips as they moved against her own. Lasting only a few seconds, Sharon pulled away:

"Then don't think about this."

Mouths sealing together once more, Sharon held Natasha to her, both women oblivious to the noise all around them. Taking the lead, Sharon sucked her plump lower lip, teeth nipping soft flesh. Holding Natasha's head, the CIA agent opened her mouth, tongue exploring Natasha's perfect teeth before delving deeper still.

Feeling a presumptuous hand slide up her inner thigh, Natasha reactivated her senses. Pushing the blonde away she cleared her throat indignantly, rising from her stool to scowl back at her tormentor:

"I'm not here for that, or to tell you my life story! And since you've got nothing to tell me; we're done here."

Attempting to leave, Natasha pushed through the crowd, Sharon following in her wake:

"So Romanoff, how do you justify submitting to all those women?"

Ignoring the uppity CIA agent, Natasha flounced into the quiet corridor behind the throbbing club, making her way to the cloakroom. Still in pursuit, Sharon finally got her attention:

"Or are you just her bitch??"

Twisting to face the other blonde Natasha took Sharon by surprise; thrusting Agent 13 up against a vandalised wall. Easily deflecting a defensive elbow, Natasha used a simple hold to pin Sharon's face to the hard concrete. Gripping her by the back of the neck, Natasha growled:

"You don't know me."

Grinning, Sharon responded awkwardly, cheek pressed against the cold surface:

"You can drop the act! You may play it cool for the public, punch a few aliens or terrorists or whatever! But that's not why you were an Avenger was it? No, beneath the facade you're just a whore; trading sex for secrets, influence!"

As if to punctuate her point, Sharon pressed backwards with her hips, gyrating against her captor's curvaceous body. Feeling Natasha's full chest brush against her back, the blonde grinned:

"I'm not judging, by the way. I actually think its pretty hot!"

Glaring at the back of the blonde's head, Natasha grimaced; of all the people to figure her out, why did it have to be Sharon Carter? The woman personally rejected by herself and Maria! Holding firm, Natasha twisted the girl's arm up into her back:

"Ahhh! I'm sure Ms Everheart and the -Media-ah! Would love to know what I know! Just like you want to know about this alien incursion..."

Locked together for several long seconds, Natasha considered what was at stake; Agent 13's implication was clear. Closing her eyes, the Ex-Avenger sighed:

The mission is submission.

Relenting, Natasha finally released the other woman. Shaking her head, Sharon massaged her sore arm as the platinum blonde grudgingly replied:

"What do you want from me??"

Dark brown eyes turning cold, Sharon advanced on the other woman, not stopping until Natasha's back was to the opposite wall:

"The same thing everyone else wants from you," Sharon explained, raising a suggestive eyebrow: "well that, payback for last time and the truth."

Considering her offer, Natasha balled her fists. The last thing they needed was some arrogant, second-rate CIA agent knowing about her other little side projects. But she had to be ready for what was coming! Closing her eyes, Natasha sighed, making the same decision she always made:

The mission is submission.

The Black Widow nodded.

Smiling, Sharon took the platinum blonde's chin, eying those full, pouting lips. Unable to hold back anymore, she caught the beautiful woman's mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Body's rolling together, their curves locked harmoniously as the two women finally embraced.

Determined to hold her own, this time Natasha forced open the girl's willing lips, her tongue tangling with Sharon's as she balled her dirty blonde hair. Tasting each other, the two women wrapped together, Sharon taking Natasha's face in her hands.

Not breaking the kiss, Sharon bit into Natasha' plump flesh, even while her hands moved around the Avenger's back. Finger's gliding over smooth satin, they tangled in her gown, descending teasingly around her ribs.

Lips separating with a loud smack, Sharon couldn't resist diving downward to nestle her face in the nape of Natasha's neck showering kiss after kiss on perfect white flesh. Nipping skin with her teeth, Sharon revelled in her prize, hands sliding over the Black Widow's hourglass figure, tracing smooth silk as she grasped the blonde's hips.

Slipping a bare thigh between the other woman legs, Sharon smiled when she found a hot core awaiting her. Pulling backwards she took Natasha's hand, leading the way.

Rushing back to her hotel room on the other side of Potsdammer Platz, Sharon slammed the door behind them, not content until she had the Avenger all to herself. Smiling victoriously, she advanced on the reticent woman; Sharon had been waiting for this moment for a long time:

Ever since Natasha had humiliated Sharon she had been plotting her revenge. That night had become something of an obsession; it was one thing to be denied access to the upper echelons of SHIELD, but to be literally fucked in the process?! Being a Spy, niece of the Great Peggy Carter, Sharon had found the humiliation too much to bear. So she had used the skillset she'd been trained with; wormed her way back into the Black Widow's inner circle. Of course, all she really had to do was wait, keep her ear to the ground; that was the nature of the intelligence industry. Digging deeper she had uncovered more of the Black Widow's sordid encounters, enough to make a thick file. Sharon hadn't been the first to be manipulated by the sexual espionage program and she hadn't been the last; Hill's pet had kept very very busy. Knowing Natasha's MO, Finally Sharon had something juicy enough to trade for another night with Romanoff. And this time she would not be denied. Tonight, Agent 13 was going to get lucky.