An Avenger's Revelation

"So I'm a whore?"

"N-no! Its just I don't know... Your Super Power!"

Natasha raised an eyebrow. Considering the stripper's assertion, she rolled away from the triumphant brunette.

Closing in behind the redhead, Vanessa melted into the curve of her back.

Feeling this warm embrace, Natasha closed her eyes; unconsciously enjoying being spooned, even if she was paying the Brazilian to do so:

"My Super Power..."

Vanessa nodded against the redhead's ear, even as her hand slid down the woman's side. Time for some payback:

"You'd be surprised what you learn about yourself when you're caught off-guard..."

Natasha gasped as a sly finger slid into her asshole, the redhead crying out:

"Maria!!"

Shivering, eyes wide, the redhead barely noticed as the stripper slipped away from the bedding, popping the offending finger between dark red lips as she smiled at Natasha's revelation:

"Called it."

...

Present Day

Avengers Tower

New York

"Miss Hill? Its Helen. You wanted to see the new equipment?"

Helen Cho stepped into the office tentatively, attaché case under arm, surprised to find the usually cool Maria Hill looking so flustered:

"Sorry to visit you so late, we just finished the new weapon prototypes for the Avengers and I thought..."

Casting her eyes around the room, the beautiful Asian woman became perplexed:

"Didn't the Black Widow come in here?"

Hearing her step closer to the desk, Natasha held her breath, bracing herself against the polished wood, grateful for the modesty board that shielded her lingerie-clad form.

"Have you seen her?"

Maria stroked her errant fringe over an ear, attempting to stay coherent in-spite of her compromising situation. Checking her own appearance, the beautiful brunette was glad she hadn't gotten to remove her stylish, form-fitting red dress before the Doctor had entered.

As for Helen's question, oh yes; the Maria had seen her. Minutes earlier the redhead had strutted into her office demanding to be 'seen.' Given the intrusion the brunette had been very patient:

"I'm sure she's around here somewhere..." Maria replied pointedly.

As the brunette said this she eased forward, giving a clear signal that she did not want Natasha to move; nobody needed to know the intricacies of their relationship.

Natasha scowled; why had she listened to the stripper's lame idea?

Helen smiled apologetically, blue eyes taking in the skyline over Maria's shoulder before returning her attention to the impatient brunette, deciding not to waste the woman's time:

"Well if you can just sign off on these I could brief Miss Romanoff when she comes back?"

Maria nodded brusquely, composing herself:

"Well you know Romanoff, always getting into tight spots..."

Natasha blinked; still braced against the desk she felt her face flush in embarrassment.

"Perhaps we can do this tomorrow?"

Maria had wheeled her chair closer, sealing Natasha into the cramped space.

Was this a game? Or a test??

Just then the brunette parted her legs, answering Natasha's question with a clear view of her open crotch.

Natasha eyed the underside of the desk apprehensively; this was hardly how she intended her seduction to go when she came up here. Maybe she could take back control? Reaching beneath the red dress she slid her palms up toned thighs, brushing delicate black lace.

Natasha felt the brunette's bare thigh close around her head, hemming the woman in.

Tugging her knickers free, Natasha stared at Maria's beautiful pussy: Her mons surmounted by a neatly trimmed triangle above her full sex, full and vivacious. Open and waiting:

Before Natasha could make a decision she was enveloped, the brunette sliding forward till her lips met her core.

Instinctively the redhead put out her tongue to meet her and was greeted by the full taste of the woman she had missed for so long; Mature strong, like a fine wine.

"Do you think she'll be long?" Helen asked.

"I hope not." Maria replied airily, her face staying calm in spite of her growing excitement.

As she said this she gave Natasha an admonitory squeeze with her legs. The redhead closed her eyes, lips sealed around the other woman's pussy; Maria actually expected her to do this with Cho in the room:

"I wanted to make sure everything fitted..."

Hearing a thump above her head, Natasha realized Dr. Cho was showing off her new equipment just above her, the redhead's embarrassing position only hidden by the table's surface.

The bizarre situation had an immediate effect on Maria. Her sex growing warmer, Natasha was treated to a fresh outpouring that almost choked the surprised ex-agent; apparently the brunette would have preferred espionage over her current desk job. Given the circumstances Maria was getting the best of both worlds.

Closing her mouth over the woman's sex, Natasha swallowed her excitement.

Maria held back a moan; when Natasha had come in here intentions had been clear. Perhaps she had let things get out of hand... but testing the ex-agent's willingness to submit might just prove useful.

"You've upped the energy output for these..." Maria responded slowly, struggling to focus on the equipment before her. Realising how close she now was, the brunette attempted to think rationally:

"Perhaps you should run these past Natasha when she finishes... whatever she is doing."

Attempting to ease Maria's excitement, Natasha ran her tongue up from the brunette's sex and worked it around her clitoris; if she could keep the woman level headed then she could hide their indiscretions without failing her lover. Provided Maria didn't draw this out...

Keeping up a regular rhythm, every now and again Maria's sex would contract and there would be a welling up of moisture. Swallowing repeatedly, Natasha couldn't help but enjoy the taste of the woman that trained her, seeming to grow sweeter as the minutes passed: A few months ago Maria would never have allowed her this close.

Gratefully Natasha worked her tongue deeper. It was getting very warm beneath the desk, the redhead feeling the slick of perspiration on her lover's thighs while struggling to breath. In the gloom the air, heavy with her scent, seemed starved of oxygen. Distracted, the ex-agent began to over-stimulate Maria.

Natasha's tongue pressed easily inside to an excited, molten, interior and, almost without thought, closed her mouth about her and began to suck gently.

Maria lifted her hips imperceptibly, meeting Natasha's needy tongue and keeping her in place. For all her cool distance, the brunette realized she had missed this; agents to keep in check, the control she once had. Managing the Avengers was... chaotic and frustrating. Relaxing into Natasha's mouth, the brunette struggled to act professionally.

Thinking that the end was in sight, quite suddenly Maria's body tensed. Natasha froze:

"Would you like to see the new stingers?" Helen asked, removing a metal bracelet from the attaché case and leaning closer still, her white coat hanging over the desk, still oblivious to what she was witnessing:

"The sights may need calibrating..." Helen stated enthusiastically but overall they should improve the accuracy on the Black Widow's stingers."

Taking the bracelet, Maria's hands quivered, struggling not to squirm as Natasha's tongue twirled in her nethers:

"W-well, she-uh, has a real talent for hitting the right spot."

Natasha cursed inwardly; Maria was going to break their cover if she wasn't more careful. Maintaining a public face of morality was important for her role as a known Avenger. Helen was an independent contractor and right now? A blatant liability and potentially an HR nightmare.

Clearing her throat, Maria awkwardly put down the weapon and reached for a pen:

"I'll just assume she likes your modifications so we can... finish up here."

Natasha licked a little harder, her frustration manifesting itself in her determined effort. Feeling her body begin to stiffen, foreshadowing the onset, Natasha realized she had pushed too hard. Easing off, she coaxed the brunette gently to the summit:

Maria bit her tongue, blue eyes widening. In spite of everything she assumed the redhead would not have followed through; impressed by how far Natasha was now willing to go.

Maria's usually focused gaze glazed over, her beautiful face becoming pale as she suppressed her reaction; jaw locking as she came hard.

Beneath the desk Natasha was painfully strangled, the brunette gushing into her mouth, the redhead awkwardly swallowing her discharge while hoping the Doctor couldn't sense anything. Maria's intoxicating scent enveloping here like a fog, Natasha longed for fresh air.

"Are you feeling okay?" Helen asked, concern creasing her delicate features, perplexed as the usually animated brunette seemed to freeze in place, her hand stopping mid-signature.

Maria closed her eyes, taking a shuddering breath before returning her gaze to the Doctor watching her:

"I'm fine Helen, thank you... But I think I'll call it a day."

"Of course, you can wait till I find Natasha before signing anything..." Helen stated carefully, retrieving the half finished form from under a quivering hand:

"Enjoy the rest of your evening."

Stepping away the perplexed Doctor exited the office brusquely; she'd search the redhead's quarters. Watching the door close behind Cho, Maria sighed in relief, leaning back in her chair.

"Why did you do that?" Natasha gasped indignantly, escaping her tight confinement only to bang her head on the underside of the desk.

"You said you wanted to start implementing sexual espionage techniques in your capacity as an Avenger," Maria stated calmly, smirking down at the redhead:

"I just decided to test your commitment."

Natasha rose from her hiding place, somehow still graceful in spite of her previous actions. Still close together, Maria eyed the redhead's voluptuous curves.

"That was unnecessary." Natasha responded, glad to be in the open air.

"Right," Maria replied scornfully: "And I suppose that outfit was worked up by R&D as well?"

Natasha held her tongue, aware her attire sent an unsubtle message; dressed in a sheer black negligee that barely reached mid-thigh, beneath the ex-agent wore red lingerie, complimented by a fritherless garter belt. The revealing items only served to accentuate the woman's perfect form.

"Very practical," Maria stated dryly, even as Natasha climbed up from between her legs, the brunette drinking the vision in:

"Hardly your usual MO."

"I wanted you to see I am still an asset, willing to do... Whatever it takes."

"I can't believe you're stooping to such... underhanded tactics..." Maria began, taking in the vision in which Natasha presented herself:

"This is a legitimate enterprise now Romanoff," Maria chided half-heartedly, as her eyes followed the line of where Natasha's stockings met the curve of her ass.

"Well that's too bad..." Natasha responded, twirling her wavy red locks as she climbed into the other woman's lap, straddling the brunette:

"Seems like a waste of my talents..."

"Beats being a glorified secretary," Maria replied, remaining reserved in spite of the redhead's obvious intentions:

"At least you get to be the pretty face in the superhero boy band."

Natasha smirked, curling her plump red lips:

"So you still think I'm pretty??"

Maria withered, sighing heavily:

"Who's put you up to this Natasha? This... Approach?"

"I've been, brushing up on my skills recently," the redhead replied carelessly.

Maria raised an eyebrow:

"Just how desperate are you?"

Sliding a hand up her own arm, the redhead tangled her fingers in the delicate strap of her negligee, lifting it off of her shoulder. Twisting sensually, she peeled the lacy fabric over her bust, revealing the lacy red bra to the enthralled brunette and the full chest within. Dropping the sexy undergarment around her hip, the redhead leant forwards once more:

"You have made me very desperate."

Maria sighed, sitting back in her chair as she looked up at the seductive redhead:

"I meant what I told you before Natasha, The Martinelli protocol, sexual espionage missions, that all ended with S.H.I.E.L.D."

Taking Maria's hand, the redhead ran her digits over the trim of her bra:

"Surely you could find some use for me?"

Drawing her palm down her taught abdomen, Natasha decided to go for broke, parting her thighs as she brought the hand home beneath the hem of her negligee.

Maria swallowed hard as her fingers met the lace of the redhead's knickers, brushing over lacy fabric. Her old dominance returning, she cupped Natasha's pussy, drawn to the familiar warmth of the redhead's core:

Natasha's eyelids flickered, the redhead inhaling shakily. This was it, her purpose renewed:

"Give me a mission."

"Why do you want this?!" Maria asked, genuinely perplexed by the redhead's determination.

"Maybe I just adore you," Natasha replied simply.

Maria eyed the redhead suspiciously, calculating her options: It couldn't be that simple. Natasha Romanoff was a wanderer, a world traveller a Spy. Infatuation, satisfaction, was not in her nature.

But Maria's decision to retire the redhead had been conditional on the breakdown of S.H.I.E.L.D. She had assumed the perfect Natasha Romanoff would not be willing to debase herself outside the agency, even if it was for the greater good:

"Not good enough," Maria growled.

Spinning in her chair she lifted the redhead, pushing Natasha backward against the cold glass. Standing, she place her palms on either side of the woman's head, hemming her in once more as she faced the ex-agent:

"Why do you want this?"

Looking up at the brunette, Natasha held her gaze determinedly.

Leaning in she kissed the brunette. For a moment they stood in silence, Maria absorbed by the intensity of the ex-agent's embrace, eyes closing as she ran her tongue over plump red lips, head turning to deepen the kiss further.

Finally breaking away, Natasha spoke quietly:

"Its my superpower..."

Staring at the redhead, Maria considered this. Nodding, her sharp blue eyes softened ever so slightly; just before she pounced.

Taking her ex-agents head in her hands, she captured the woman's pillowy lips, finally embracing Natasha as she had so clearly wanted. Mouths smearing together in a blistering kiss, Maria began to release the pent-up frustration that had built up between them ever since she had let the other woman go 6 months earlier.

Pressing Natasha into the glass, Maria turned her head, sliding her tongue along the redhead's perfect teeth. Immediately being granted access, the brunette slipped her aggressive implement over that of her counterpart's, their muscles tangling together as she deepened the kiss.

Hands moving over Natasha's delicious curves, Maria allowed herself to enjoy the lingerie that was meant for her. Brushing her fingers of the delicate garment still hanging loose around her waist, she tugged on the lace covering perfect flesh, moving upward.

Not letting up, Maria buried her tongue in Natasha's open mouth, seemingly determined to smother the eager redhead as they embraced against the New York skyline, both, for once, ignoring the world outside.

Slipping a palm around her waist, Maria gripped loose fabric tightly, moving against the redhead. Not missing a beat, Natasha lifted her knee, wrapping her leg around the brunette's hip as Maria grasped her raised thigh.

Not wasting any more time, Maria slipped her left hand up to Natasha's shoulder, tugging at the straps of her alluring lingerie impatiently. Tearing the lacy bra down, the brunette allowed her fingers to cup the redhead's exposed chest, feeling the weight of Natasha's glorious globes before cruelly tugging at taught nipples.

Natasha gasped into Maria's open mouth as the other woman went a step further; pulling her other foot out from under her, the brunette lifted the redhead into her arms. Automatically Natasha felt her legs wrap around full hips, ankles interlocking behind Maria to keep herself up while she grabbed bare shoulders. Not breaking the kiss, Natasha shivered into the hot embrace. Enjoying this greater intimacy, Natasha's globes brushed against the brunette's, their nipples sliding together.

The redhead moaned when the cool glass of the room's big window pressed against her back once more, Maria roughly pushing her up against it, pinning Natasha between herself and Avenger's tower itself. Negligee caught up around her waist, Natasha felt her behind slide against the glass, bare flesh mashing against the cold, clear surface.

Finally pulling away, both women gasped for air, As Maria stared at the redhead with wide eyes, holding her tight even as she smirked:

"Who would have thought the famous Black Widow was such an eager little slut..."

Natasha frowned, suppressing the reality she knew she must never reveal to anyone but her future targets. Like before anonymity would be key, somehow maintaining a public face while using her body to achieve what no one else could. But unlike before there would be no delusion: Natasha knew full well who she was.

Panicking she opened her mouth, but just as she was about to speak Maria quickly pulled back, before slamming the redhead against the glass once more. Gaping, instead of words all that came out was a low whine as the woman slid her hand down Natasha's front and over her garters: grasping her hot pussy.

Slipping her hand beneath red fabric, Maria's fingers delved into Natasha's wetness, her fingers brusquely opening the lips of the ex-agent's pussy to delve further still.

Natasha released a guttural groan, staring up at the ceiling as the brunette coaxed her needy core, digits sliding over her velvety insides. Twisting her hand, Maria ran her thumb over her swollen clit, Natasha thumping her head against hard glass as she was invaded on two fronts.

"Yessss!!" Natasha shrieked, as Maria pistoned her thumb and forefingers against her nethers, the redhead seeing stars as she was expertly manipulated. Wrapping her arms around Maria's neck, Natasha bit her lip, brow creasing as she came closer to the edge.

Leaning into her ear, Maria spoke harshly to the ecstatic redhead:

"You know, I can see your whole fucking universe. And it is so, fucking, small!!

"Unnnghhh! Mmmm... Maria!! Ahhhh!!" Natasha yelped, twisting in the brunette's powerful grip as she absorbed the cruel comment.

"No more missions," Maria spat, eyes darkening once more.

"No?" Natasha whimpered, green eyes wide and desperate.

"No, now you do whatever I tell you, go where I tell you, fuck whoever I tell you, regardless of sanction. Understand?!"

"Yessss..." Natasha agreed, tears running down her cheeks as Maria slipped another finger into her snatch, practically vibrating against the glass.

Suddenly Maria dropped Natasha, the desperate redhead reacting with cat-like speed to land on shaky legs. Both women breathing hard, Natasha watched as the brunette twisted, reaching into the attaché case on the desk behind them.

Natasha's eyes widened when Maria brandished one of her new stun batons, the intimidating black rod glinting in the light from the darkening New York skyline:

"How about we break this in?" Maria asked, smiling wickedly.

Apprehensive, Natasha looked from the baton to Maria's glinting blue eyes:

"Since your so comfortable being a slut, why not test your limits?" The brunette suggested.

Smiling bravely, Natasha sauntered forward. Lifting the tool to her lips, the redhead blew on the tough rounded tip before taking the end into her mouth. Opening her jaw wide, Natasha sucked the dark rod into her gullet, Maria assisting her by feeding the shorter redhead the thick metal shaft.

Tilting her head back, Natasha gagged as she lathered the baton with her saliva, unable to meet the brunette's eye as she swallowed another inch of the cold shaft, her throat distending to allow the tool further access.