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Chapter 22: The Real Black Widow

- Past -

“So now, what are the rules to completing a mission, red one?” A gruff and battle-hardened looking Russian said to teenage girl that looked like she was on the verge of complete collapse due to exhaustion.
“Never….never let them see….you sweat or...bleed….” the girl was doing her best to say the words that had been drilled into her head even since she first arrived at this particular facility.
Nebo watched the girl continue to do push-ups and was impressed at the level of endurance she presented to him. Normally, whenever he made someone do push-ups, Nebo made sure that the extra weights he made them carry would equal to the same endurance required in order to withstand the heat from the open fire that was below them. If anyone was burned as a result, it was because of the weakness they had yet to purge themselves of and if there’s one thing that those who were in control of the Red Room despised in their applicants, it was weakness.
There were countless individuals that Nebo had seen entered into the Red Room program, with more than a fair share having actually died during some of their training regimes and missions. Those that had made it to the graduation ceremony always proved themselves to be the exceptional agent that their country needed but there was something different about this one.
True that in this part of the world, someone with as deep as red hair at this youngling had was rare but if anything, that only told Nebo that there was more to her underneath the very surface. Having trained virtually every kind of possible recruit that has ever entered into the program and trusting his own instincts and previous experiences were all telling him this individual was definitely a diamond in the rough.
“And what is the final rule, one that all who enter into the Red Room must adhere to above all else?” Nebo asked while watching the girl putting in the last of her strength to finish the last set of push-ups.
“Never….never...surrender….” the girl managed to say at the exact moment she finished the last push-up.
Nebo easily saw the moment the teenage girl’s strength give out after she finished the exercise set before her. He made his move to push the open fire set that was below her before the girl could collapse completely into it. Normally he wouldn’t have done so for any other recruit since it was his strict belief that if you fall into the fire, it was because you were too weak to pull yourself away. Some could argue that it was pride that made this girl go so far passed the point of passing out. Nebo had seen more than enough examples of such stubbornness which meant he had seen enough to tell the difference between being stubborn and prideful and someone being more than that.
The teenage girl didn’t move from the spot where she basically let herself fall to the ground. Nebo watched as the girl did her best to catch her breath as quickly as possible. Another lesson he instilled on those who were part of the program. If an enemy is relentless, than you must be more determined than they are which also means only relaxing when the mission is over and not a minute before.
Nebo had never been one to show compassion to any of the recruits. He knew that in the world of spies and black op missions, there was no such thing as compassion for what one must do as well as what one must endure if failure occurs. But he also knew that sometimes some compassion is warranted.
Especially for the female recruits of the Red Room Program.
“Take a breather. You’ve completed your training regime to my satisfaction.” Nebo said while taking a seat next to the girl on the ground.
Nothing was said between the two. The girl was still doing all she could to catch her breath and regain whatever strength she could while clearly showing signs of fighting off the full effects of total exhaustion. Nebo wouldn’t openly admit that he was impressed. There were about a handful of recruits that he had trained past their breaking points that didn’t pass out while in such an exhausted state.
Nebo had contemplated on talking about a certain subject with this girl since he had made his decisions that the girl had completed this part of the Red Room Program. She had proven she had the physical requirements as well as the potential for surviving the final enhancements that all graduates of the program were required the undergo.
Obviously he had never even remotely thought about this particular topic in regards to any of the recruits. His only goal when given this assignment was to find and train the very best so all of Mother Russia would have people willing to go to any lengths to ensure their country’s strength and prosperity against any other nation in the world. It wasn’t a stretch in believing that those in charge of Russia wanted the this government to be the primary government around the world and knew that one of the means in doing so was creating a military force that surpassed others no matter the cost.
Maybe after seeing so many recruits come and go, knowing all the while some wouldn’t live to see the age of 30, Nebo decided to indulge in letting a possibility happen with this one recruit.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be put in the final stages of the training. Have you been informed exactly what is required of the female recruits?” Nebo asked even though he knew that the girl wouldn’t answer him right away. In fact, he would be surprised if the girl would be able to respond in less than five minutes.
The teenage girl wanted to respond but her body was refusing to obey any commands she was sending to it. She had proven her will to be far more exceptional than any others that came before her but now, even with her willpower, her body might as well be dead to her for all she could do.
Nebo decided to speak the details whether the girl knew them or not.
He told the teenager that she would be put through an operation that would basically sterilize her. Any other augmentations that would later come were required but when it came to female recruits, it was established that there was only one thing that had to be taken off the table. In order for any mission that the female recruits would undertake without hesitations and for the success of those missions to be above anything else, all female recruits were given an operation that would make them completely unable to bear children.
Nebo understood the thoughts behind it. As strong as some of the women that were trained under him could be, it would all mean nothing if any of them suddenly found themselves influenced by maternal instincts. Even the people of Russia and Nebo himself knew that family bonds can be strong enough to defy anything. Proof of that came from the criminal organizations that already existed in Russia as well as around the world.
After providing all the details that he was aware of, Nebo gauged the teenager’s reaction and wasn’t all that surprised that there wasn’t anything but the girl continually to breath heavily.
The trainer took a moment to realize exactly what it was he had said to the teenager. He wasn’t sure why he had said this to her among all the others that came before her. There was something different about her that he had seen through all the training exercises and missions. Maybe she would become the gold standard for future agents to be trained in the Red Room Program. Maybe she would achieve something more than being just an agent for Russia.
The only thing Nebo knew that had no real doubt attached to it was this teenager would be something more in the years to come.
Nebo didn’t realize it at the time but the teenager was aware of what was going to happen to her in preparation for to become a graduated agent of the Red Room. Having come from what is essentially the slums of Russia and being an orphan with no living relatives, Natasha Romanov made a vow to herself to become more than what anyone thought of her to be.
She knew she was being trained and taught to be an expendable soldier for whatever agenda that the government had. Either from the days of World War II or whatever came about in response to other nations’ agendas, both public and hidden, Natasha was aware she signed herself up to be as such the moment she set foot into the program.
The day she entered into the program, Natasha made a silent vow to herself that she never said to anyone else. Even under the intense interrogation techniques and harsh mental conditioning, Natasha never gave a hint to this vow of hers.
And her vow was to never let herself become weak, both in body and beliefs. Even when the whole world would go against her, Natasha would do everything she could stand against anything and rise above that which would end her and her beliefs.

- Present -

Natasha Romanov remembered the time when she was given her nano-tech enhancements prior to joining S.H.I.E.L.D. and how her body was able to perform on a level of an Olympic-class athlete. She was told that her body had already been condition to be at such a level the nano-tech made it so her body would stay at peak levels. Of course it wasn’t near the level that Steve Rogers was at after being turned into Captain America but it was still far better than most.
She also clearly remembered when she had to take the nano-tech enhancements out of her body and how weak her body had become as a result. It took much effort on her part to get most of her strength back but Natasha knew that the level of strength she had wasn’t what it was with the enhancements. It was made clear after her run in with her former comrade that the best she could manage against would be normal people.
It was also clear that in the aftermath of dealing with Yelena that Natasha would need much time to recover. She was aware that if the blood transfusion she received from Peter Parker to save her life didn’t kill her, either immediately or eventually, her body would lose more strength before she could begin retraining herself again.
Well, that was what she had in her mind prior to losing consciousness.
When Natasha woke up in the safehouse and realized that she wasn’t restrained in some S.H.I.E.L.D. Black Site prison’s medical bed, she took that as a solid good sign. The next sign that came to her was literally one she was not expecting at all.
Though Natasha didn’t really care if she was naked since she was never embarrassed by the naked human form no matter whose it was. She did feel that after waking up from a rather long slumber that maybe she put on some kind of gown for the time being.
How long she was sleeping naked was a thought that she had more than once on the countless missions she undertook over the years.
On a whim and after removing all of the medical censors that were attached to her body, Natasha decided to use the I.V. stand as a makeshift walking crutch since she was so sure her legs were be as the proverbial wet noodle in terms of strength. The second Natasha put one foot on the cold floor, something rather weird happened that she certainly didn’t expect upon touching the floor with her bare foot.
Natasha knew the floor would be slippery but when her foot didn’t move as she expected to, more like it felt glued to the floor itself, this caused her to momentarily lose her balance getting off of the bed. Her grip on the metal pole increased as a reflex to stop her from falling to the floor entirely. Hearing the sound of metal actually being crushed and feeling her hand’s grip shrink at the same time definitely startled Natasha. All of her training and experiences made it so she wasn’t easily startled but this time was easily an exception.
The woman looked at her hand and noticed right away that the metal pole of the I.V. stand was bent at an angle which was where her hand was at. The first thought she had was maybe the pole was made out of weak materials or it was weak where her hand was at on the pole. That thought was quickly brushed aside when Natasha used her other hand and crushed another section of the metal pole with ease.
Looking at her hands and even wondering if she was hallucinating or dreaming since Natasha knew that her previous nano-tech enhancements didn’t make her this strong.
After doing what is the standard ‘pinch cheek’ and ‘slap face’ in seeing if one was still dreaming, Natasha turned to the bed she was just on and opted for another test. Natasha was going to use both of her hands but decided to use one instead. To her amazement, with only one hand, she was able to lift up the medical bed in almost the same manner as if she was lifting up a coffee cup.
Natasha took detail notes of how it felt using one hand, one arm, to lift up something she knew would require two able bodies to lift up. Three or four with the same ease as she had just demonstrated.
Looking at her hands and wondering what was happening, Natasha noticed her reflection in a full body mirror and was again surprised at what she saw. She was aware that she was going to have a scar where Yelena had impaled her but she saw nothing that even hinted at where the scar should be. Not only that but seeing her overall physical state was also a sight that didn’t make sense to her.
Unless Janet Van Dyne had been injecting her with some kind of experimental steroids the entire time she was asleep to keep her body from atrophying, which was unlikely at best, something else had kept her body from weakening.
Natasha shook her head of that thought and switched to another one. Something had actually enhanced her body and there was only one thing that could be the source of said change.
A quick glance around to see if there were any medical notes in regards to her condition came up empty. It was possible that Janet and maybe even Peter kept all the information about her on their persons. It was also possible that they were under the impression she was in a coma and was unlikely of awaking from it any time soon if ever.
Natasha decided that the first order of business was to get in touch with either Peter or Janet and tell them that she was awake. As per her training, Natasha also needed to know how long she had been out of the game and what has changed between then and now. One day, even one hour, can have unexpected consequences to whatever choices that were made or weren’t made.
And one such choice could easily be that Nick Fury decided to make a move in regards to one certain teenager.
Looking over to where the nearest phone was, Natasha took three steps before she came to another and completely different decision than the one she had just made. Natasha had almost completely forgotten how her first step on the floor didn’t feel like it should when walking barefoot on a smooth tiled surface. She had worn special made footwear that allowed her to scale and climb up structures that almost anyone else would need repelling rope just to go down. She remembered in her training how to make sure each and every step she made had a sure placement on the floor so as to make a sudden move in a split second without losing balance.
Never once did she remember any time before now that when she took a step, her foot felt solid on the ground to the point where if she wanted to either take off running in a full sprint or jump to either side, it felt like she didn’t have to worry even on the off chance her footing would fail at all.
Her unexpected and newfound strength was one thing but this was clearly something else entirely.
Natasha's mind ran through all the possibilities she could think of and came to one conclusion that she felt was the right one.
To test it out, Natasha looked to the ceiling above her with a small smile on her face. She figured that either she was delusional because of just awakening from a coma or….
Natasha didn’t know how much strength to put into her legs when she jumped up so it was only because of her own reflexes that she didn’t slam straight into the ceiling. Luckily the ceiling itself wasn’t made of fiberglass tiles but solid plates since the place had to be structurally sound while being under one of the most busiest cities in the world. But the ‘thud’ sound Natasha made when she hit the ceiling was rather loud.
After waiting several moments to see if gravity would take effect on her, Natasha took in all of her current surroundings to make absolutely sure everything her senses were telling her was accurate and true. Even when she looked up from her position, or looked down in this case, Natasha couldn’t help but doubt what almost everything else was telling her was real.
It was probably because she had done something like this before in many of her previous spy missions. Had to crawl across the ceiling to avoid any anti-intrusion traps that were placed upon the ground level to reach an objective. It wasn’t entirely new to her being in such a position. But she was aware that the fact she was upside down this time was definitely different than any other time before.
Natasha began to move across the ceiling in a careful fashion. She wanted to make sure that this ability she had wouldn’t disappear on a moment’s notice. She definitely found it a bit trickier to get off of the ceiling without having to crawl over to the nearest wall and basically climb down it.
Looking at her hands after realizing her ability to adhere to almost any surface in the same manner as a certain teenager, Natasha couldn’t help but let herself wonder what else she could do. The woman knew she had enhanced strength since she effortlessly crushed a metal pole and from the way she was able to move while crawling along the ceiling without too much difficulty proved she had enhanced agility as well.
Natasha realized that she needed to speak with both Peter and Janet as soon as possible. To get as many answers about her condition and situation before doing anything else. It was only by some weird notion that appeared in her mind that Natasha looked towards where the phone was and pointed at it with her right fore finger and middle finger together. The experienced assassin had to remind herself that she would always be surprised by the unexpected even when the unexpected was still happening to her.
What she read on Peter Parker told her that he needed custom-made devices in order to shoot what he called ‘webbing’. Not one bit of data told her that he could produce said webbing naturally. Which made her wonder how was it that she actually could herself since there was no other explanation as to why a white line shot from her two fingers and was now attached to the phone on the other end of the line. It was a bit freaky to her that something came out of her two fingers but she was glad that she was able to remove her own webline from her fingers with ease.
Looking at her other hand and again on a whim, Natasha pointed at an object on the other side of the room and did the same motion with her left fore finger and middle finger together. Nothing happened at first which made Natasha believe that maybe she could only do it with her right hand. But when she focused on remembering what was going through her mind when she used her right hand, Natasha remembered there was a kind of muscle flex she did without realizing it in the beginning. It was so subtle of a muscle flex which made it easy to overlook and made it easy so as to not do a misfire of her own webbing should she ever do something similar with her hands in the future. In a way, Natasha wanted to slap herself upside the head when she remembered how Peter had designed his web-shooters to function in a manner where it wouldn’t discharge if he ever grabbed something with his whole hand.
Whatever biological changes that happened to her seemed to be fortunately practical. She did briefly wonder had the changes that happened to her, to have similar abilities of a spider like Peter had, meant all the different kinds of spider abilities were now part of her.
The excitement of what she was discovering about herself was a refreshing feeling that she thought she never would’ve experience after her experiences in The Red Room. Since it had been so long and essentially forgotten, Natasha didn’t want the feeling to end any time soon.
Under normal circumstances, normal in regards to a highly trained assassin with numerous successful missions under her belt, Natasha’s next move would’ve easily been to get in contact to whatever allies she had and assess her situation after being out of commission for so long.
But the conditions were far from normal and Natasha had never felt such joy before. Even when she was given the nano-tech enhancements that allowed her body to be faster and stronger than before, there was always that shadow feeling of what happened to her body was unnatural. Natasha had learned to ignore it even though that feeling never went away in every waking moment.
To her, it was like she had just woken up from a bad dream and her body was now totally rejuvenated. She could now begin to feel the strength in her body, the power it was now capable of and all of it was as natural as the color her red hair.
Natasha wanted to see what she could do and she wasn’t about to wait any longer.
Being well versed and trained in all forms of espionage and stealth tactics, Natasha easily left the safehouse and made it to the streets without anyone even noticing her. Especially considering the facts that said safehouse was underneath one of the busiest cities in the world and that she left the safehouse with no clothes on whatsoever.
It was definitely night time but what hour, Natasha didn’t really know nor did she care. All she cared at the moment was to answer a feeling inside of her and to get as high above the city as she could. Once she was in an alleyway and made sure no one was looking in her general direction, Natasha decided to put her abilities to the test.
She was taught how to scale walls with her bare hands if need be. But with her abilities couple with said training and experience, Natasha found climbing the walls to be so easy and natural that she couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration from it all. The first few motions up the wall were slow but that was just to double check to see if her abilities were a one time fluke or something.
After each motion made to further climb upwards reassured her that what she could was indeed real, Natasha easily climbed up to the rooftop in a fraction of the time it would have taken her had she done it years ago.
It wasn’t the first time Natasha was on the rooftop of some building in New York but it definitely felt different to her this time around. And not just because she was naked as the day she was born while being on said rooftop. She looked around and gauged how high she had to be from the city streets below. It took her mind a moment to process that she had gone up 14 stories in mere minutes. To accomplish that feat before would have required a line and a winch at the very least but not anymore it seemed.
The feel of the night wind against her bare skin as she stood on the rooftop was something she couldn’t describe at the moment. What she wanted to do was she how high she could climb now.
Natasha scanned the area with her own eyes and saw that the nearest tallest building she could get to was the Empire State Building. Normally her more espionage-trained state of mind would have told her not to do anything that would get the attention of anyone. But the state of mind she had now was telling her to reach the very top of the building and to do it as fast as she possible could.
Her first course of action was to see how far she could make it by running and jumping between the buildings. The first jump she made to reach a nearby building’s rooftop, Natasha put too much strength into her legs and just came close to jumping past the rooftop entirely. It took a couple more jumps to figure out the farthest distance she could make in a single jump.
After that bit of knowledge was secure in her mind, Natasha started making her way towards her destination. She didn’t realize it at first but the entire time she was jumping between the buildings as fast she could, the master spy had a smile on her face. It was actually the most genuine smile she had on her face in the longest of times and she didn’t realize that she had it because of all the countless times where she had to practice fake smiling.
Running through the cold night air, jumping from building to building and climbing up when coming upon a taller building, Natasha's smile never left her face the entire time. Her smile became even more broader until she got close enough to the Empire State Building where she had to take a moment to see how best to scale one of the more widely known buildings in all of New York.
Not even half a minute passed before Natasha came up with a plan of action of how to scale the building while not being seen the entire time. For a famous landmark that was widely used in near countless American and Soviet movies, the security surveillance around such a building was no better than the kind around a local convenient store. Natasha did laugh at how easy it was for her to climb up so fast alongside the building, not realizing that her training was still in gear allowing her to easily maneuver into blindspots of any possible camera that placed alongside the building itself.
Obviously the air got colder the higher Natasha went up the building. Being from Russia and having been trained in the extreme, she didn’t even notice the cold even with the wind still picking up speed the higher she climbed. She was too excited that she was doing something her younger self would have dreamed of doing. The Red Room had trained her to be as solid as granite, to be as surgical as a medical scalpel and as focused as a conductor of a grand symphony orchestra. All of that kept her from mentally feeling the cold even though her body was reacting to it.
By the time she had reached the observation deck of the Empire State Building, Natasha could not help herself but feel the wonder at what she had just accomplished. It wasn’t as ground-breaking as some of the missions she had undertaken over the years.
It was far better than that.
As this wasn’t the first time she was ever on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, Natasha remembered seeing herself as she were that last times she was here. Several of them were to seduce a target and a few were to actually assassinate a target. Each time it was because of a mission and each time she had to take a certain standard means to reach this height. Each footstep she made before were done as her former self. Each step she made now was entirely new.
It was only after several minutes of strolling around on the observation area that Natasha realized that the cold air was starting to get to her. Though she had faced much colder temperatures for longer periods of time, her mood was starting to lose it joyful state as a result. She decided that it was time for her to return to the safehouse since she didn’t know how long she had actually been gone.
At the top of the fence that was meant to keep people from accidentally falling over the side or jumping over the side like they had back during the country’s ecominic crisis of 1929, Natasha paused herself when she realized that there was one more thing she could try out before returning to the safehouse. In all her excitement, Natasha wanted to smack herself upside her head for forgetting such a simple thing.
Remembering how it happened before, Natasha pointed her left fore finger and middle finger together at a corner of the fence and fired a web-line to it. She wanted to see how strong it was, if what came out was basically a step above party streamers or actually as viable as some of the lines she used in climbing various structures.
Once secured after it connected to it’s target, Natasha took in a breath and used the line she produced from her hand to swing over around the corner to the other side and land on top of the fence in one fluid motion. Never had she felt her heart race so much on such a simple test. She could feel as she swung how strong the line was and how easily it supported her weight during the swing. This sense of feeling was never there each time she swung on other lines no matter how reliable it was made out to be by whoever made it. A part of her actually believe that this web-line she could make was strong as she was, like it represented the new strength she had within her now.
Looking at her hands also had Natasha looking down at the city below her. Her old self would be screaming at her that what she had planned was as terrible an idea as being ordered by her shadow superiors to fall in love with Tony Stark when she was made a public member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. sponsored Ultimates team. That in turned made her have a lot of thoughts about who she was and what she had done in what was now being seen as a previous life.
Her thoughts came back to the possibility that what she had now, what she was doing was nothing but a dream. She felt her heart race before and it felt like a solid sign that what she was doing, where she was wasn’t a dream at all.
Natasha Romanov made the decision for herself that to fully say goodbye to her old life required a leap of faith into the new life that was before her. Again, she took in a breath, closed her eyes this time and simply let herself fall forward from the observation level of the Empire State building.
Of all the times she had fallen from such heights, her heart did race even though she had gear to either slow her fall or allow her to use the momentum of the fall to glide to another destination. This time she had none of that as she felt the wind whipping against her skin and hair while the speed of her descent increased every so quickly. She kept her eyes shut since the wind going against her face while falling would make it relatively hard to see. She trusted her instincts when she felt she had achieved terminal velocity in the fall and fired her web-line at an angle at the building behind her so as to cause her to swing around the building using the momentum in the fall as speed.
Her eyes were still closed even though she felt her body move of it’s own accord. When she reached the end of the swing, Natasha opened her eyes and saw where she was at the moment. Though she was currently in the air and that she was still a little too high to shoot another web-line at one of the neighboring buildings, Natasha shot another one back at the Empire State Building but at a downward angle so as to swing much lower and continue her momentum once she reached the same level as the other buildings around her.
Her entire time swing downwards along the side of the Empire State Building had the effect of making Natasha's heart race like hadn’t in the longest of times. Even when she had to make her first kill to prove her worth as an operative and various other unique first-time instances saw her heart race but not like this. Each swing she made with each web-line she used had her heart racing to the point where Natasha wondered if she might actually suffer a heart-attack because of how fast she felt it pump within her chest.
When she came close enough to fire a web-line at a nearby building and begin swinging away from the Empire State Building, Natasha’s mind raced to understand all these new feelings that came with her racing heart. It was when she did a kind of backwards flip in the air just before landing on a rooftop without so much as causing a sound upon landing because of her training did she come up with an answer to what everything was telling her.
Her leap of faith was rewarded. She was no longer who she was before. Even more so than the day she graduated from The Red Room.
It was definitely an ironic twist of fate that what she could do now was basically a nod to her code name in more ways than one. But that only meant if she was still who she was before in her heart and soul. Looking back at the building where she climbed all the way up to the top and then fell almost all the way down wasn’t seen as a sign of her falling from whatever grace she had before.
It was a sign that she was starting completely over. Everything about her was new. Well, almost everything. Natasha wasn’t going to completely acknowledge the idea that she had been reborn. The Red Room still took something away from her that she knew she could never get back even with today’s level of medicine technologies.
If anything, she had at least been given the chance to become someone new and every choice she made now was of her own free will. That in itself was a gift that not even Nick Fury was capable of giving to anyone. A new identity was only as good as it was on paper but the person who had the new identity never truly changed.
Natasha had changed and there was one person she knew without a doubt that she could so easily be thankful for having entered into her life when he did. She felt the area of her shoulder where her first encounter of the teenager left a very distinct memory impression upon her. She couldn’t feel the faint marks of scar tissue on her skin which was another sign as to how long she had been unconscious since such scars tended to completely heal over time. She did wonder if he hadn’t bitten her that night than how different would things turn out instead of how they did.
Natasha decided not to think along those lines since it would be a waste of time. Who she was now was someone that could make her own choices again and she wasn’t going to give that up like she did before.
When the red headed woman took a look at her surroundings in order to figure which way was best to get back to the safehouse undetected, she noticed something, or rather someone that she didn’t realize that she would have such a strong need to be close to all of a sudden just by a mere glimpse.
About four blocks away was someone in an unmistakable red and blue outfit who was swinging between the buildings and heading in a general direction. Natasha knew it was in a direction away form the safehouse and the rational part of her mind told her to go back to the safehouse immediately. But about everything else was screaming at her to follow that individual without hesitation.
The debate in her mind barely lasted a couple of seconds before Natasha followed through her course of action. It wasn’t difficult to swing parallel with Spider-Man. Natasha was trained on how to essentially adapt to a situation on the fly. Plus, she also saw this as a little practice on how to get the most out of web swinging since she didn’t know how much she could create since it seemed her webs were organic compared to the chemical and mechanical version of Spider-Man’s.
Spider-Man was on a routine patrol or what he told himself after a certain conversation he had with a housemate of his. Ever since Gwen Stacy lost her father to some punk pretending to be Spider-Man himself, he knew there were going to be times where things would go up and down like a roller coaster for her. It was the same with him in regards to his Uncle Ben but the outlet he found was being the vigilante wall-crawler.
Well, that and some significant activities from several of the girls but lately it seemed that they wanted more of him. Not just the sex but it was like they were somehow or another becoming dependent on him for some reason that he hadn’t figured out yet.
That mystery would have to be dealt with at a later time. Peter was wondering what exactly he could do for Gwen after she came to his room and basically offered herself to him yesterday night. Well, not basically but her words couldn’t really be taken any other way. It was only by what Peter figured had to be sheer luck that he managed to find the words that disarmed the situation and make Gwen have second thoughts about what she actually wanted at that moment in the night.
Peter knew that if hadn’t said the right words at that moment, Gwen could have just as easily believe the wrong things and might take certain actions that could easily lead to somethings Gwen would later regret or worse. The worse part was something Peter did not what to think about. What he wanted to do was help Gwen before she tried again with her offer. Peter got something of a free pass with his first decline to her request. He felt that if he refused her the second time than she might just do something else or go to someone else like Flash Thompson.
That mental image alone, those two making with the beast-with-two-backs, there had been several times where Peter had to choke back the vomit since he did not want to know what it would feel like at all if he should ever throw-up in his mask.
Because he was so lost in his own thoughts that Peter barely registered his spider-sense going off and was caught completely off guard by the attack that got in his left side just before he fired off another web-line to continue movement above the city.
The impact to his left side was strong enough to send him flying over to a nearby rooftop. Peter managed to arrest his fall by firing a web-line to the rooftop’s water tower and use the momentum to swing himself up to the top of the water tower. He looked around as quickly as he could to see who it was that hit him. He counted himself lucky that it was a sniper taking a shot at him. Checking the impact area on his body told him that he was easily kicked instead.
Peter listened to his spider-sense to gauge where a possible threat might come from while he still looked around both the rooftop he was on and the surrounding ones. He did have a brief thought that maybe it was Tigra again but that quickly disappeared from his mind when he noticed someone move among the rooftop that didn’t have the same coloring as someone who had tiger fur on their body.
Whoever it was proved to be quick and though it took 3 seconds to get to the spot where he had seen the person move among the rooftop, Peter didn’t see a single trace of whoever it was. He scanned the area again with his eyes and listened to what his spider-sense was telling him but nothing was telling him where to look to find this person.
‘Can’t shake the feeling….someone is hunting me.’ Peter thought to himself. His guard was definitely up but something was telling him it wasn’t enough against whoever was with him among the rooftops.
Even with the sounds of the city activities around him, Spider-Man managed to hear someone move behind him and was out of sight by the time he turned in the direction where the sounds of moving footsteps were heard. A moment later and Spider-Man heard the same thing again: someone moving about the shadows of the rooftops but he didn’t see anything in the direction where the sounds came from.
The best idea Spider-Man had at the moment was to change the location. If someone was using the rooftops to keep themselves hidden than he figured his safest bet in dealing with the person was move to another area that the person wasn’t familiar with. As quickly as he could, Spider-Man moved down three city blocks and made sure he didn’t use the buildings to hide his movements. He wanted whoever it was hiding in the shadows to follow him.
Just as he was making his landing onto the rooftop of his choice, Spider-Man felt to things hit his feet and caused him to shift positions so he wouldn’t land on his feet but his head. It was only by his reflexes that he managed to stop himself from face planting hard onto the surface by stopping himself with his hands hitting the ground first. When he tried to move after he had landed and found out that he was basically stuck in place, Spider-Man took a look behind him to see what it was that kept him from moving forward.
He was surprised to see what looked looked like two web-lines attached to the back of his legs. His first thought was that maybe Jessica Drew was behind all of what was just happening. Like she was having a bit of fun or something with him as intended target.
But if that was the case, Spider-Man would have noticed her outfit because of the more bright red color scheme she had and the person that he just barely caught a glimpse of wasn’t wearing red.
Getting back on his feet and trying to see if the person who did fire the web-lines was on the opposite rooftops from where he landed, Spider-Man still felt that whoever it was that was hiding in the shadows was definitely hunting him. He was as alert as he had ever been in his life and still nothing he saw or heard was helping him in trying to track down whoever it was that was messing with him.
Spider-Man was definitely right in the part that someone was hunting him. In fact, Natasha felt like having this kind of fun with him for several reasons. A little payback for all the obstacles that she had to get through in order for her to leave the life of a double agent behind. Plus, she just found out something else about herself and she wanted to test it against someone she knew didn’t have to see or hear to know there was an immediate threat to their person.
“Okay, since it seems you want to get my attention, how about you coming out and face me, man to spider?” Spider-Man said outloud in general, mostly because he didn’t know which area of the rooftop the person was hiding.
Natasha moved again as swiftly and as silently as she could. She knew she was able to sneak up on most but with her new found abilities, she was able to do so even faster than she ever could. She wasn’t about to lose the advantage she had where her prey couldn’t see her as she moved even though in her current state it was actually kind of redundant.
She circled Spider-Man at least a minute before she decided to do something that was both totally out of her character but something she couldn’t help but want to do as part of some fantasy she once had when her instructors at The Red Room told her they would help her to become completely invisible.
Knowing that her target would instantly be warned of any incoming threat, Natasha moved in a manner that wouldn’t be seen as a threat. She made sure each step she made was as quiet as they could be and she kept her breathing under control since even in a city like New York could never be loud enough to silence that if someone was looking for it like her prey was doing.
Spider-Man was easily prepared for any kind of incoming attack regardless of which direction it might come from. All of his senses were on high alert and he was suspicious of anything that moved. Even the little bit of paper trash that just fluttered a bit by a small gust of wind. Spider-Man easily considered that a threat. It was at the moment when Spider-Man a slow turn to the left that his senses, both his instinctual and his spider-sense, told him he was caught and there was no move he could make that could turn things back into his favor.
Standing straight up and looking forward, Spider-Man wondered what it was that was before him that so easily cornered him. He knew something was before him but for all intents and purpose, Spider-Man saw nothing except the New York City skyline.
“You have good instincts. You should learn to trust them more.”
Spider-Man kept his composure even though his first instinctive move was to jump backwards and get ready for a fight. He recognized the soft voice was from a woman and quickly mentally ran through his memories since the sound of the soft voice easily sounded familiar to him.
His mental processes came to a screeching halt when quite possibly in his view the most unexpected thing happened in this situation where someone he couldn’t see and very possibly know was obviously in front of him. He felt a hand grab ahold of him and held him in place. Normally when someone grabs someone else and does so in a manner to keep them from escaping, they either reach for an arm or even the throat.
Spider-Man knew right away what this person who he couldn’t see had a hold of and that her grip made sure he wasn’t going anywhere unless he wanted to part with the proverbial family jewels if he tried.
“You’ve...got quite...a grip. Mind telling me why you grab that?” Spider-Man tried to keep his voice even but found it very difficult since the grip was strong.
He got no immediate response and was about to ask the same question but lost his voice when the hand that had ahold of him did something again that he did not expect.
“I understand this is a full body suit but you should know after getting shot that one time that maybe you should wear something more protective underneath it. I can already tell you’re not even wearing any kind of underwear.”
Spider-Man tried to come back with a retort but because of the hand that had ahold of him, a hand that he couldn’t see was now stroking his member, all he could do was try to keep voice the pleasure he was feeling. The rational part of his mind was screaming at him to get out of this situation. If one hand was on him and he couldn’t see that hand, there was no telling what the other hand was doing or if the other hand was holding a weapon that he couldn’t see. The primal part of his mind was enjoying what the body was feeling and said part was slowly overriding the rational part with each passing second.
In one last ditch attempt to get himself out of the situation, Spider-Man reached for the invisible hand or tried to at least. The moment his hand made about half way to where the other hand was, he felt a sudden grip around his wrist that was like a vice which told him what the person’s other hand was now doing.
Spider-Man seized the break in the moment to try and grab ahold of the invisible person in front of him but his efforts were quickly and easily defeated. Since he couldn’t see what was in front of him, he couldn’t react properly to counter the movements that were being done. It was all over in several seconds from when his wrist was caught to where he was thrown through the air and landed against a support legging of another water tower.
The impact was strong enough to daze him and left him wide open for the invisible attacker to bind both of his hands against the water tower’s support legging in almost the same moment he made contact with the structure.
Looking at what was holding his hands in place, Spider-Man realized it was webbing and it was easily as strong as his own. Spider-Man could easily and quickly break himself free but that would also mean damaging the water tower and possibly making it fall right after it lost one of it’s four legs. He was caught so he had to play for time in order to free himself without causing major structural damage by making a water tower fall.
“I suppose this is the part where I say, ‘I have you in my web’ but I think we can both agree its a little too cliché.”
Spider-Man looked in the direction of where the voice came from and watched with wide eyes as someone he immediately recognized became visible right before his very eyes. Its one thing to see someone who was invisible turning visible before in a movie or tv show. It was definitely another thing to see it happening right in front of you. The nerd persona within him was screaming at Peter to ask all the scientific questions at what he had just witnessed. Such screams were loud enough to drown out the primal part yelling at Peter that there was a smoking-hot red head before him and she was completely naked with the city lights behind her somehow accentuating her looks even more if it was possible.
The primal part of Spider-Man might have won out since it didn’t stop it’s screaming in his mind had it not been for Natasha pointing at him with two fingers and watch as suddenly what easily appeared to be webbing shot from her finger tips and bind his feet to the ground. Seeing how they looked and how strongly they held his feet in place pretty much proved to Spider-Man that these as strong as his own webbing but they were easily organic since he couldn’t see anything on her hands or arms that might be web shooters. Not that he had to look real hard since the woman before was indeed as naked as the day she was born obviously.
He also noticed that she kept herself rather trimmed below.
Getting his head back into the present, Spider-Man looked directly into Natasha’s eyes, which was very difficult since her breasts were out in the open and were easily bigger than any other pair he had seen before, and asked the pertinent questions.
“Care to tell me what’s going on? You’ve obviously wanted my undivided attention.” Spider-Man asked while gesturing the best he could about his hands and feet being stuck in place.
Natasha didn’t immediately respond. She actually didn’t even think about the fact that while she was chasing Spider-Man without him knowing it, she just managed to notice as she passed by a building that she didn’t see her reflection in the windows. Of course she could see her web-line but that was the only thing she could see. That was when she made the decision to force Spider-Man onto a nearby rooftop and take a quick assessment of herself. It took her a couple of quick tries to figure out exactly how to basically engage her new stealth mode.
She might’ve again question everything with this new revelation but her mind didn’t stay along any lines of rational thought while she was in the presence of her prey.
She only looked at the person before him with a rather critical eye. Spider-Man caught it and wondered if the woman was sizing him as a target or prey. A part of him was worried but not as much as it became when he saw the woman lick her lips. Not seductively but as a predator about to enjoy a meal.
“Um, please tell me you’re not actually going to live up to your code name ‘Black Widow’? Because like you said, it would be a little too cliché.” Spider-Man couldn’t help but feel a little nervous and it didn’t help matters that his body was reacting normally as does a healthy hetero male teenager body when a very voluptuous naked woman was in front of him.
Well, as normally was one does react when an unseen force begins to manipulate anyone exposed to it to follow a certain primal urge that was embedded in their genetic makeup. Natasha would learn real soon that she had one more ability within her that might seem redundant for a sexy red head but one that she wouldn’t mind using on a specific someone in future events.
Spider-Man was still sporting a tent in his pants from what he now figured what was Natasha's doing, consciously or unconsciously was the main question, and if he followed her line of sight correctly, her focus was on one thing about him at the moment.
Indeed Natasha’s eyes were focused on a certain part of the teenager’s anatomy. Over the years as a master spy and assassin, Natasha had to sleep with multiple people and targets in order to accomplish her goal. She was even once ordered to sleep with Steve Rogers, Captain America, if given the opportunity so as to acquire some genetic material. Because of so many encounters, Natasha had mastered many techniques and others aside from the ones that she was taught.
There was no doubt in her mind that the one before her wasn’t a virgin. How many notches he had on his belt now while she was unconscious didn’t really bother her. What she was about to do would set her apart in more ways than just one.
Natasha walked up to Spider-Man and pushed up his mask just enough to only expose his mouth and not the rest of his identity. She knew he wouldn’t be too surprised when she gave him a passionate kiss on his lips. What surprised her was the fact she knew how honest the kiss was for her and that her partner was actually a pretty good kisser himself.
While their lips were locked together, Natasha used her left hand to essentially hold her prey’s head in place as she continued to kiss him and used her right hand to take hold of the thing she had in her hand moments ago. She was pleased that what she had in her hand was still hard, not like it wouldn’t be since she knew exactly how to achieve such a state with ease. He definitely responded more in the kiss and she was surprised he didn’t say anything. Nothing to even hint along the lines of ‘why are you kissing me?’ or ‘how can you do the things that you are doing?’.
That one question was one she was going to make sure Spider-Man definitely asked real soon.
When she was sure that the rod in her hand was ready for what she had in mind, Natasha broke the kiss and pulled down Spider-Man’s pants so as to free the one-eyed snake into the night.
“Hey...um...not that I’m complaining but...what are you doing?” Spider-Man was definitely confused. His rational aspect of his mind reminded him of the fact the woman before him was last seen to be in a coma after a medical procedure that should have killed her. And before that, she was a rogue agent being chased by S.H.I.E.L.D. if what Janet Van Dyne had told him to be true.
And yet, at this very moment, none of that matter. The only thing that mattered to the teenager was the fact that his dick was being stroked in a way that felt different than when any of the other girls had a hold of his dick. He had somewhat expected the woman’s hands to have several callouses on them but he could feel how smooth her hands felt against his skin. Possibly this meant to be a testament to how well this woman took care of her skin if her hands were this smooth.
The rest of Spider-Man’s rational thought left him when he felt something else touch his cock. He immediately knew what it was since there was no mistaking it even if he wasn’t watching the whole thing happening with his own eyes.
Natasha had in previous instances resorted to such tactics in order to help seduce her target. For all of her times having done this, none of them was even are remotely as enjoyable as it was this time. Probably because she actually WANTED to do it and it was with someone she WANTED to be with.
After several long licks along the length of Spider-Man’s cock, Natasha gave him a sultry look before opening her mouth and taking the whole length in slow motion. She instinctively suppressed her gag reflex and took note of how it felt to have Spider-Man’s cock in her mouth. As expected, there was some precum on the tip and a little bit fell back into her throat but she managed to get a sense of taste from him. Natasha couldn’t help but compare what she tasted from him to others she had also tasted. She would never admit how many rods she had put in her mouth, along with how many of the other variety and a lot of them not by full choice, but all of that was behind her.
If anything, Natasha was going to do something that would easily set herself apart from any other times her prey might've had oral sex before now.
Spider-Man was definitely wondering how things came to be. His rational and logical aspect of his mind managed to make themselves known to Spider-Man again. But his rational and logical aspect of his mind was suddenly silenced when the woman who was both naked and sucking on his cock did something he had never felt before. Not even Lori Baumgartner had done anything similar to what the woman on her knees before him was doing to his cock.
Using her tongue to drag along the bottom of the shaft in her mouth and to press as hard as she could with her tongue was what Natasha was doing each time she pulled her head back. When she moved her head forward, she used both of her lips to press as hard as she could along the shaft. Both of her hands were holding Spider-Man by his hips even though he was immobilized but she wasn’t holding his hips in place. She was actually making it so that when she pulled her head back, she would make it so she could move his hips in the opposite direction which caused extra sensations to sent along his dick. She did so when she made it so his hips moved forward while she swallowed the cock in it’s entirety.
Natasha did this for about a minute. She knew Spider-Man wasn’t a virgin but he certainly wasn’t as experienced as she was in various acts of pleasure. She wasn’t surprised or disappointed that it didn’t take long for him to explode when his entire cock was in her mouth. Hearing Spider-Man groan in response to the climax Natasha gave him was an added bonus because it meant the very top of her bag of tricks got him to release such a hot load of his semen into her mouth.
She had to actually take a moment to swallow all that was released but some actually did escape from her mouth. When she licked her own lips clean and used her left fingers to get the rest that actually managed to fall to her chest, Natasha stood up and looked directly into the eyes of her prey.
“Guess there is something to the saying ‘get ‘em while they’re young’. Makes me want more of you and more for myself.”
She could see the confusion in the vigilante’s eyes even through the mask he had on. Even more confusion when he came under the impression that she was going to remove his mask but stopped so as to only expose his mouth openly. Natasha didn’t make any motion to kiss him on the lips. She wanted to wait a little longer before doing so. What she really wanted to do is experience what it would feel like now that she can do something that would’ve required some leather and chains if she tried it before having her newfound abilities.
Not saying a word but moving so as to reposition herself for an all too common position between a man and a woman. She knew that the teenage was probably confused and knew his confusion would quickly disappear once he realized what was going on.
It didn’t take much for Spider-Man to realize that Natasha had positioned herself so as to be in the 69 position but instead of either of them being on their back and the other on top, they were essentially doing so while Spider-Man was standing and Natasha was supporting herself somehow. He moved his head to the sides in order to see how she was supporting herself without falling to the floor. What he saw shouldn’t have surprised him since he had done something similar with his own spider-abilities.
It was seeing how Natasha was keeping herself from falling to the floor proved without a doubt that she had similar abilities to his own. Peter knew it went without questioning how it was possible but even he knew the odds were against her just being able to survive the procedure in the first place. Add to the fact she had other abilities that he didn’t have was more than enough for Peter to have Janet do a slew of tests to figure out every aspect of the ‘why’ even though he knew the ‘how’.
All of that took an immediate backseat when Peter felt Natasha’s mouth take hold of his rod and doing the same thing she had just done moment before. He also quickly caught on as to the real reason why Natasha assumed this position. He didn’t really need any incentive but it was clear that Natasha wasn’t waiting for Peter to move his head forward in order to place his mouth on her sex area. She proved her flexibility by using her legs to take hold of his own head and move it forward to the point where it was like she was trying to bury Peter’s face in her vagina.
The moment it was within his reach, Peter’s mouth was sealed against Natasha’s nether lips and began pleasing it as best as he knew how. Hearing several moans escape from Natasha’s own mouth while she continued to please his sex organ definitely a sign that he was doing something right in pleasing her.
Natasha knew that no male, and most females for that matter, wouldn’t seize the opportunity to please a sexy looking woman when it presented itself. She felt confident with her looks and she also knew that a teenager in this day and age wouldn’t hesitate because of the invitation she gave him. She was definitely pleased in her prey’s actions since it showed that he had some experience.
Well, the experience he had now would be seen as child’s play after she taught him what the world held in terms of sexual acts. The thought of even teaching him the Kama Sutra was definitely exciting in just thinking about it.
Natasha wanted to up the proverbial ante by using her hands now when she was sure that her feet which was sticking to the water tower’s support strut was secure enough to where she wouldn’t fall head first to the ground. One hand helped to stroke the cock along with her mouth while the other hand fondled the ball sack itself. It didn’t take long for her actions to get a reaction in the sounds of several groans which had the added benefit of the sounds vibrating against her vagina.
With what Natasha was doing to him, Peter felt that he needed more and worked rather frantically to free his hands. He managed to do so by wriggly free his hands out of the webs that held them in place but left his gloves and his web shooters still stuck inside the webs. His hands quickly moved to grab ahold of Natasha by her ass but to also spread her legs apart as if to make her to a split in the air.
Natasha was surprised when she felt her legs get forced to do a split. She had forgotten how strong he was and the sudden movement did hurt but any pain or discomfort she felt because of that was easily replaced when she felt more than just a mouth pleasuring her wet pussy. She even felt that the lust juices she was releasing from both Spider-Man’s tongue and fingers actions were actually starting to move downwards. As much as she had to fake a lot of orgasms, never once had any of the people she had taken to bed managed to get her so wet that her juices were flowing out of her pussy as much as it was now.
More proof of the potential this one had for being her lover and she wasn’t going to fail in helping him in realizing it.
Somehow Peter felt it was something of a competition with him and her in who was going to reach their limit first. He was using one hand to play with her nether lips and the other hand to give each cheek of her very firm ass solid squeezes. He also made sure to have a full-on seal of his mouth against her vagina so as to suck on it and pull on it at the same time with his mouth. He could feel some of the lust juice he was causing to flow from her pussy escape off to the sides of his mouth becoming more and more of a steady flow itself. He definitely found her taste intoxicating as well as unique. Sure he compared it to the other girls who pussy he had eaten out many times but he found all of them including the one whose pussy he was eating out had a unique taste that separated themselves from the others.
As much as Natasha wanted to make Spider-Man climax first, she felt her body was reaching it’s limit much sooner than she thought it would. Either it was because it had been a long, years even, where she had the kind of sex that truly felt enjoyable to her or Spider-Man was hitting all the right spots with just his mouth alone. None of that matter to her when her body finally reached an honest climax that sent strong sensation bolts of pleasurable throughout her body when Spider-Man stuck his tongue inside her folds as deep as it could go and moved around just right while he pinched her clit at the same time.
Natasha snapped her head back and let out a yell that she had just had an orgasm ripple through her body. Spider-Man didn’t need to hear the yell because when the orgasm was reached, Natasha essentially exploded from her vagina to the point where it was almost like a geyser in his face. Most of his mask was covered in her lust juices and made it somewhat hard to see but he could tell that Natasha lost some of her strength as she slowly slid downwards and got on her hands and knees on the floor of the rooftop.
Spider-Man was pleased with his work but felt unfulfilled since Natasha didn’t get him to reach his climax and was left with his rod sticking up high in the night air. He took advantage of the moment where Natasha was catching her breath and coming down from cloud nine by freeing his feet from their bindings and got behind the red head. She was still on her hands and knees when she looked back and saw Spider-Man get right behind her. Seeing that he was still rock hard renewed her excitement because she realized that he easily more endurance and strength than anyone who had taken her from behind.
She knew she was strong as well which added to the excitement.
“Think you can fuck my brains out?” Natasha asked while moving her shapely ass side to side even though she knew she didn’t have to give Spider-Man any incentive at the moment.
Spider-Man looked at what was before him. Seeing the woman’s sex just dripping wet and how her inner thighs were coated with said juices was a sight even he knew was more than enough for anyone wanting more or just because they were simply getting started.
His mind was clear enough to remind him that things were going to be different after this so if he was going to enjoy this moment, he was going to enjoy it as much as he could. Peter knew it was not every day he got the chance to have sex with a smoking hot red head spy master like her. Mary Jane Watson was in her own league as was the other girls but Peter also saw this as a little payback for the nonsense this woman had somehow created and got him involved.
Oh yeah was he going to take it out of her sexy ass.
Spider-Man grabbed ahold of Natasha’s hips firmly with both hands and lifted her ass up into the air so her wet pussy was on the same level of his rod. He teased his entry into her slit by rubbing the tip of his cock. Natasha didn’t expect her to make such a sound but a whimper did leave her lips which was what Spider-Man wanted to hear actually. After he heard it, Spider-Man lined up his meat missile and rammed right into Natasha’s pussy as far as he could go.
Natasha let out another yell when she felt Spider-Man’s dick ram all the way into her. She wasn’t sure at first since it was so sudden but it felt like to her that his rod had actually pierced her womb. She knew how long he was but didn’t think we was actually that long. Not that she was complaining but it was surprising nonetheless.
Spider-Man made several slow thrusts in and out of Natasha's vagina. He wanted to see how tight she was and he was definitely surprised that it felt like a velvet silk vice was gripping his member. He wouldn’t say it openly but he expected the woman to either had little tread or be completely bald in terms of traction. Even Hollywood would get some concepts right and in regards to sexy women being spies for years, no doubt she had slept with a lot of people. One would even think that Spider-Man would put on some protection against possible STDs.
But Natasha proved that she had all of Spider-Man’s attention when the vice grip on his rod increased when he stopped for a moment too long in her taste. Spider-Man groaned at the act and got the hint that he should start up again with his motions. To give him an idea as to how hard she wanted him to thrust into her and to show again how flexible she was, Natasha was able to wrap her legs around Spider-Man’s waist even though her back was to him and not her front.
Spider-Man wondered how flexible Natasha was when she somehow wrapped her legs and managed to establish the sense of rhythm for his thrust.
“When mentioned about my brains being fucked out, it wasn’t an idea. It was a request.” Natasha said to Spider-Man who only nodded but the woman could guess what else was on his mind that was causing his reluctance. “And as hard as it might be to believe, you’re actually the first who is in me bareback….so don’t hold back.”
It was something of a lie on Natasha's part. It wasn’t made publicly known but there were medicines and treatment that took care of virtually all STDs and other related afflictions to the body that S.H.I.E.L.D. and various other agencies had on hand. Whether it was the result of all the efforts into creating or recreating the Super Soldier Serum or other various genetic enhancements didn’t really matter. Not as much as making sure such cures were kept from the public since many of them came about as the result of experimentation of one Dr. Josef Mengele. What was made known to the public was nothing compared to what he actually did and how many governments of the world profited on his research.
Natasha banished all those thoughts from her mind and focused on the efforts of her lover and how he was sending bolt after bolt of pleasure throughout her body. Her ass was still up in the air while her pussy was being pounded so her upper half of her body was basically being pushed to the floor with each thrust. Her mind easily registered the amount of strength Spider-Man put into each thrust.
“Oh...god...” Natasha said through gritted teeth. She could feel the dick inside of her easily push into her womb each time Spider-Man thrusted forward. When he pulled back and thrusted forward in quick succession, Natasha could feel the grip on her hips allowed for Spider-Man to move her hips backwards just to increase the forward thrust to the point her vision exploded in light with each forward thrusts.
Spider-Man had wanted to do this for what felt like the longest of time. Even though he knew Jessica Drew had similar abilities and strength like he had, Spider-Man still held some of this strength back mostly because he was afraid that he might actually break her or the other girls.
But there was something in just the way he was connecting to Natasha. Somehow Spider-Man was getting the impression that he could go as long and as hard as he could and this woman would only break after he gave her so many climaxes.
And he was more than ready to do that on this rooftop.
Natasha felt her hands on the surface of the rooftop were keeping her from Spider-Man basically fucking her straight down through the roof. She was thoroughly enjoying what her lover was doing and never once any of her previous lovers, both mission specific and those she just saw as a means to vent some stress and frustration, fucked her like this. Like how Spider-Man was making it clear to her and her alone that she was his woman. He may have others that he had taken as lovers but she was now among them.
With that in mind, if she was going to be part of a group of females that loved only one male out of the whole word, then she was going to make sure all of them were worthy of him.
After her pussy was pounded for a solid several minutes, she didn’t care how long it was but knew some time had passed because of how her inner thighs were entirely coated with her lust juices, Natasha was hit with another orgasm that exploded throughout her body once more. Spider-Man had buried himself deeply when he reached his limit but it was several moments after he felt Natasha clamp down on his rod when her climax was reached.
Spider-Man looked at his handiwork and was pleased that he managed to make her gush as she did. He took it as a sense of pride that when he managed to get any of the girls to come as hard as Natasha just did then he knew they were thoroughly pleased.
Natasha felt her body had lost some of its strength but she knew she had more than enough for several more rounds and she was going to take advantage of it. Using some of her close quarters combat techniques but none of it with the intent to cause major physical harm is how Natasha made it so that Spider-Man was just brought to his knees and she was on her back before him.
The woman fired a quick web-line to Spider-Man’s chest so as to bring his face closer to her own. They both shared a very passionate kiss while Natasha pressed her lower body against the lower body of Spider-Man. It wasn’t an attempt on her part to have Spider-Man back inside of her. She knew he would do so with very minimal prompting at this point.
Natasha still had ahold of his face with her hands as she pushed back with her lower body with every thrust Spider-Man made into her once his cock found it’s way back into her dripping wet pussy. She was loving the way he filled her body, somehow giving her the impression that she was made for him and him alone. They kept it up for a few minutes before Peter wanted to change things up a bit. Plus he didn’t want to accidentally give Natasha a sort of rug burn on the entire backside of her body on this rooftop.
He paused as he got onto his knees and held her hips up making her arch up slightly as now he could thrust into her faster and harder in this new position. Natasha rolled her head back loving the new position as he was hitting her sex with the same strength as before. Then suddenly he slammed into her g-spot making her cry out as she arched her back to the point only her shoulders were touching her ground.
“Oh, so that’s your weak spot.” Spider-Man grinned as he tried to hit that spot again. It took a couple of tries but when she screamed out is when he knew how to make his aim true. He thrusted harder and harder into her as she started to thrash about as her g-spot was repeatedly hit and hit hard.
Natasha couldn’t take much more of this. Her whole body felt full of electricity and it also felt like more was entering her body with each thrust. She couldn’t stop crying out as she thrusts her hips as fast and as hard as she could but she needed more. She placed her hands behind her head and pushed up so that she was fully arched now but with her arms she was able to keep pushing back to meet him now. She locked her legs around his hips again as with her agility allowed her to do so but she couldn’t take anymore.
“I’m going to cum again!” Spider-Man cried out, thrusting even faster.
“DO IT!” Natasha screamed as her lover thrust one more time as hard as he could and it was right into her g-spot. She gasped before crying out as her whole body tensed up and started shaking as Peter threw his head back with a cry of his own feeling himself. He felt like his body was trying to empty his entire balls into this minx again.
They both slowly fell back onto the floor of the rooftop in a heap in a tangle of post orgasmic bliss and a tangle of bodies. It was clear that both of them needed a breather as their muscles needed time to relax. Spider-Man eventually rolled off Natasha so as they both lay side by side of each other.
“Oh man….now that was intense,” Spider-Man sighed, enjoying the feeling that came with his climax.
“I...I don’t think….I’ve ever had it like that before.” Natasha admitted as she found the strength to crawl over and get back on top of Spider-Man. “I think I deserve a treat.”
Natasha placed her lover’s flaccid cock back into her mouth. It was easily covered in their mixed juices and while some women didn’t like the taste of their own juice mixed in with the man’s juice on his cock, Natasha herself didn’t mind it. She pushed her long red hair out of the way with one hand as she started sucking him clean but she had no intention of stopping when she cleaned it completely.
“Wow...it seems you really do like that.” Spider-Man groaned.
She moaned an affirmative as she kept at her work.
Spider-Man laid back and let Natasha work her magic. She was really good at this as he closed his eyes and enjoyed her talented mouth. Natasha eventually worked him back up to full length again as she had a wicked idea come to her. She let his cock go giving it a few strokes.
“You know there’s something I want to try now that I can do so.” Natasha smirked at Spider-Man.
“Do tell.” He smiled at the woman, curious as to what came to her mind..
Natasha got up to her feet, took Spider-Man by his hand and led him to a wall of a nearby building. “I’ve always wanted to see if fucking on surfaces would be interesting. Call it a curious thought after I was given the code name Black Widow.”
This was something Peter had actually done a few times with Jessica Drew. He didn’t remember exactly how it started but the idea of what it would be like to actual act out the saying ‘swinging from the chandeliers’ with two spider-powered teenagers. Whatever experience the red head mature woman had, Peter knew this was probably one of the few times where he had the most in terms of experience and he was going to take full advantage of it.
Peter decided to take the lead by planting his feet onto the wall. It seemed to anyone looking as though he simply sitting on the wall itself. He held his hands out as Natasha placed her own feet onto the walls. It took a little adjusting on her part as she sat down onto his dick with him holding her hips.
“Now….lean back.” Spider-Man told Natasha by gently speaking in her ear.
She did as she was told, holding on to the back of Spider-Man’s neck with her knees up against the wall. Spider-Man started out slow at first, moving his hips in order to get her into a rhythm. When she started to get the hang of it, Natasha found herself to be enjoying this new take on a common position as she flung her head back moaning out in pleasure.
“Be sure to hold onto me.” Natasha said.
“Got it.” Spider-Man replied, making sure his hands had a firm grip on Natasha's body.
With that she flung back all the way supported by his hands on her hips as she let go of her grip around his neck. She was stretched out straight back as they fucked like that, him sitting on the wall and her completely horizontal as she yelled out in a kind of cowgirl fashion. Natasha's hands spread out nearly laughing as she was fucked what felt like to her being in mid air.
“God, I wonder if this is what sex in flight feels like.” Natasha laughed out while she felt Spider-Man holding onto her firmly and pleasuring her pussy over and over again with each thrust..
Peter watched the beautiful woman nearly writhing in pleasure below him. Every thrust he sent into her body made it flail about. Her significant size breasts slightly flattened from her position but still easily jiggled with every move made to her body. Even her long red hair flung wildly about which made the site before him on a whole other level of erotic. Natasha became even more erotic looking as she started to call his name out.
“Oh Peter! Peter, fuck me! Peter, oh god Peter!” Natasha cried out nearly going limp as he thrust into her over and over again
Natasha knew that she never let herself get this crazy during sex. Never willingly despite all the times of the people that knew her would say she did this and that with someone in the bedroom. But to hell with all previous sexual experiences she had before because she was enjoying herself. She was reaching another orgasm but it was too soon and she was still sensitive after her last one Spider-Man gave her so she wanted to make it last.
“Hold on….let’s change position,” Natasha told him as she carefully got off him and started crawling up the wall and then onto a part of the building that had a solid overhang ceiling. As soon as she got onto her hands and knees. “Ever thought of trying it, as you Americans say it, doggy style upside down?”
“First time for everything.” Spider-Man told her while crawling up the wall to join her. He had to place his feet firmly on the ceiling as he bent his knees to get himself lined up with her. He guided himself into her waiting vagina, her lower lips parted for him again as he took hold of her hips and started rocking. Natasha moaned out while biting her lower lip and slightly rocking back into him. Again her long red hair fell around her head and was swaying with every movement.
It was odd being in this position upside down but she didn’t mind it at all. There had been times where she had to spend all day upside down while on a mission but the sensation of gravity being completely opposite was unique in this situation. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at it all. It was all so delicious an experience for her while being literally a first for her as well. She had never thought of having sex like this before so it was all so new and thrilling experimenting like this.
It also meant to Natasha a whole new set of possibilities that she was eager to explore.
Peter’s thrusts became harder as his hips slapped against her round and firm ass. It was so weird doing this upside down but he was already starting to wonder if he would talk Jessica because of her spider-abilities.
“Faster Peter! Fuck me faster!” Natasha begged of her love, feeling her next orgasm coming.
He increased his pace the slapping sound grew as did their moans as Jessica threw her head around nearly screaming as they fucked quickly. Finally as they reached their peaks, Natasha screamed out his name as she came after two more thrusts Peter had his limit break. Calling for Natasha as he emptied himself into her again filling her waiting womb with more of his hot cum.
Peter bent forward feeling Natasha's warm smooth skin of her bare back. They had both worked up a bit of a sweat by this point as his hands caressed her stomach and breasts. Peter could even see some of their combined lust juices and drops of sweat from Natasha’s bare skin fall from them to the ground below.
“God…that was…unique to say the least,” Peter groaned out. He repositioned the both of them so that he was laying on his back on the ceiling and Natasha was held in his arms so she wouldn't suddenly fall from where she was.
“One I hope to repeat. Many times in the near future.” Natasha felt her whole body shiver under his touch. She found herself again wishing that she met this individual a long time ago.
Both of them stayed where they were at for several moments, regaining their strength. Natasha found herself not wanting to move from where she was at even though she was still naked and all her sex screaming might’ve gotten someone’s attention even in a city like New York. With her desires currently sated, Natasha decided that it was time to head back to the safehouse in order to answer as many questions as possible that she had and knew Peter had as well.
“As much as I want to stay like this….I think it’s time to get in touch with Janet and tell her that I’m awake.”
Spider-Man looked at Natasha when she said that and the woman saw that it answered a question that was in his mind. “I woke up recently and haven’t really been in contact with anyone except you.”
“Contact as in talking or...” Spider-Man gave Natasha a kind of wink that she was able to see and understand the implied meaning.
Natasha gave her lover a nudge in the ribs at the little joke but brought the conversation back to the seriousness that she felt was now needed. “Please contact Janet and tell her to get to the safehouse as soon as possible.”
Natasha was reluctant to remove herself from Peter’s hold but she reminded herself that she had her fun and now it was time for work. She quickly climbed over and up the side of the building to reach it’s rooftop with Spider-Man following right behind her. Once both of them were on the rooftop, Natasha walked over to one of the edges that was in the direction of where the safehouse was located. She was about to fire a web-line and start swinging but stopped when Spider-Man told her that maybe they should find some clothing for her beforehand.
The Russian woman was not the least bit ashamed of her nudity but she did concede to the idea that maybe she shouldn’t announce her being back in the world just yet.
“I’m surprised you didn’t say such logical points some time ago.” Natasha gave Spider-Man a wink as she decided to use her webbing in a rather original fashion.
Spider-Man only just realized that Natasha was screaming out his name and he did nothing to stop her from doing it repeatedly. He mentally slapped himself upside the head and did so literally while watching again Natasha shoot organic webbing from her fingertips to make a makeshift article of clothing that covered her private areas. To him, it looked like a weird one-piece string bikini that she was wearing that even reached up to cover the lower half of her face.
When she finished making her impromptu outfit, Natasha decided to ‘strike a pose’ in front of Spider-Man.
“Better than anything an American swimsuit model would wear, no?” Natasha knew she was smiling under her makeshift mask but it was mostly because she could already tell she was getting the kind of reaction she expected from Peter. His outfit made it real easy to tell if he was doing the proverbial tent pitching.
Spider-Man fumbled with his words before shaking his head to clear his mind and get it back to what they both should have been doing instead of what they had been doing.
“We’ll talk about fashion after we find out exactly what has happened. Especially since there was no real way that I would be so into sex after finding out someone that was last seen in a coma is out and about with abilities both similar and different to my own.” Spider-Man said while remembering that his gloves and web shooters were still on the previous rooftop.
Both of them made their way to the other rooftop but Natasha was a little quicker in that she could still shoot web-lines. She gave him a look that quietly asked if he was jealous of the difference in their abilities. Spider-Man didn’t say anything in response but he did have a thought enter into his head. As of right now, Jessica Drew and Natasha were the only people he knew had spider abilities but were different than his own. Janet did some examination tests on Jessica and learned how some things were similar and others were extremely different.
That being the case with Natasha was in no doubt so it was possible that what just happened was the result of her having the same pheromone abilities like Jessica just learned she had. Janet told him that it wasn’t completely outside the realm of possibilities when it came to the realm of the animal kingdom and humans themselves retained some aspects of whatever animal they evolved from even if they didn’t use any of them as regularly as most other species do on Earth.
Spider-Man remembered how his body reacted and how he so easily gave into the desires anyone would have seeing Natasha in all her naked glory. He remembered thinking how it was normal but then realized his desire for her became more than what it should have been and that easily sent a chill down his spine. Whatever it was that gave her these abilities definitely made her closer to being an actual black widow and that meant Spider-Man had to do something about it as soon as possible.
Once his webshooters were back on and functioning properly, Spider-Man decided to do test of sorts on their way back to the safehouse.
“Since it seems you’ve got organic webshooters and I’ve got mechanical ones, how about we answer the age old question of which is better.” Spider-Man said while firing a web-line to a nearby building.
Natasha only responded by walking up to him and firing one of her own web-line to the same building as well. “And what does the winner get from this contest?”
“Let’s call it ‘winner’s choice’. So, on your mark….”
“Get set….” Natasha said while quickly making sure her grip on her web-line was secured.
“GO!” Both said at the exact same time.
It wasn’t a surprise that both of them used their web-line to pull themselves off the rooftop and take to web swinging much faster than if they had jumped off the tallest building in the city and used terminal velocity to propel them forward.
High above the city streets, the few people that would ever so often look up at the night sky only noticed a blur of white, red and blue moving among the tall buildings. There were a few times where Spider-Man moved as fast as he was doing so now. Most of the time was because of an emergency where lives might’ve been lost if he hadn’t gotten there as fast as he possibly could.
Now, this was easily the only time that he can remember where his web swinging had no sense of urgency to it. It was like the first time when he learned how to make the webbing after figuring out the formula that was left behind by his late father. It was genuine excitement that he hadn’t really experienced in a long time and that is actually saying a lot after taking in a lot of recent developing facts.
Spider-Man was able to keep an eye on Natasha and saw that she was actually keeping up with him. From what he could see from her movements while in the air were definitely fluid. Usually when someone swings in just getting from one point to another, they do so in manner of a straight line without really planning ahead. That was something Spider-Man learned early on after colliding with several different buildings and structures.
Judging by the way Natasha was moving about, he was of the opinion that web swinging was something that came to her naturally or she was capable of learning on the fly, so to speak. That meant to Spider-Man that this race was akin to seeing which was better: natural talent or experience. With that in mind, Spider-Man decided that there was no way he was going to lose this race.
For her part, Natasha was actually enjoying watching Spider-Man challenge her in this fashion. She knew that she wasn’t a novice in this web swinging despite having only done so for about an hour but she also knew that she wasn’t as experienced as Spider-Man was. She committed to memory how he moved in each and every instant he fired off a web-line. Her own movement wasn’t as flexible as his was so she chalked it up to his experience. She also noted that as they moved between the buildings, Spider-Man used every opportunity to maintain his speed by using whatever surface he could to kick off from or even run along. Natasha did so several times when she got the chance but she realized something during the race.
Spider-Man was creating the opportunities to use the buildings while Natasha was only reacting. Her challenger wasn’t a novice and she shouldn’t have expected him to be which made her realize that as much as she could teach him, there was much he could teach her.
There was some playful banter back and forth as the two continue to race each other back to the safehouse. Spider-Man made a comment about how only a real New Yorker would know this city like the back of his hand. Natasha countered that a young man will be eager to start something, be quick to finish it but never see the finish line until after they lost.
The subtle innuendo she put into her words was enough for Spider-Man to get the extra meaning and lose a footing when he tried to run along the side of a building. Natasha took this moment to swing ahead. She wasn’t worried that Spider-Man might fall all the way to the city streets when he basically slid off a building. But she didn’t expect him to somehow make up for the loss of momentum by using a flag pole that was on the side of a building to act as a spring board and launch himself forward through the air.
She watched as Spider-Man fired two more web-lines and catapulted himself forward much faster than the momentum Natasha had established for herself. She even watched as Spider-Man essentially flew down a stairway that led to the subway on the final leg towards reaching the safehouse. Natasha had thought about following in the same manner but stopped herself. Mostly because she felt her body wasn’t in the proper position to make such a maneuver like Spider-Man managed.
Natasha was able to move quickly down the stairway and make it to where she could access the entrance to the safehouse. She counted it as fortunate that this particular subway platform was shut down around this time due to lack of traffic for this area of the city.
Waiting by the door and acting like it was both not a big deal that he was waiting but subtly hinting that he was pleased in his own abilities, Spider-Man had his arms behind his head while whistling a tune. Whether he had his eyes closed or not, he feigned surprise when Natasha walked up towards him.
“Oh, you finally made it. I was actually wondering what could be keeping you.”
Natasha only smirked at Spider-Man’s words but decided to get the last word in this case.
“Don’t think with this head too much.” Natasha said while grasping firmly the part of Spider-Man’s body that she was referring to.
Natasha bit back a laugh when it seemed that what she grabbed and squeezed easily stopped whatever it was that Spider-Man wanted to say dead in its tracks within his mind. Even the red head Russian woman knew that most men could clam up if you assert a certain idea that someone else was more than willing to grab the family jewels. More so if you use your nails like she was doing so now.
After let go but not after giving Spider-Man’s balls one more tight squeeze, Natasha entered the code at the door lock to allow them entrance into the safehouse. After the door was closed and Natasha made that none of the security safeguards had been triggered, the woman looked to her lover and asked the obvious question.
“How long has it been?”
“Since that day where we gave you a blood transfusion with the odds of it actually being successful were worse than you surviving the wounds you had gotten from that blonde powerhouse?” Spider-Man asked which in turn got him a nod for an answer. “Almost two months.”
Natasha kept her face schooled but she was rather surprised on how much time had passed. She actually figured that it was something of a medical miracle that she woke up at all. However, there were plenty of questions that needed to be answered. Probably even more so after recent events.
“Are you able to get in contact with Janet?”
Spider-Man nodded in reply before reaching for a cellphone that he kept on his person and dialed the number Janet Van Dyne had left him as a contact number. He also knew that he had to be quick with his message since Janet informed him two weeks ago of something that happened that left her hospitalized for a good while. Nick Fury was no doubt monitoring any kind of communication that was sent to Janet and would easily trace any message to Janet within 30 seconds so he had to be fast.
Looking at a wall clock and keeping track of how many seconds passed the very instant the phone on the other end began to ring, Spider-Man kept his mask on as an extra measure to keep his voice from being unrecognized immediately. It was after the second ring did Spider-Man hear the other line connect and hearing Janet’s voice.
“Hello?” Janet asked, the tone of her voice gave the feeling that she wasn’t in a particular good mood but after what Janet told him on what happened to her, Spider-Man figured it would be a long time before she would be in any kind of a good mood any time soon.
“She’s awake. Please come.” Spider-Man said rather quickly before turning off his cellphone completely after hanging up.
The clock had said that 23 seconds had passed from initial connection to his message he gave to Janet which meant that he had to end the call immediately. He was of the mind that 20 seconds was pushing it and 25 seconds was basically the limit even if 30 seconds might’ve been the actual limit. With any luck, something might keep the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. occupied just long enough to where this one call might go unnoticed.
Turning his attention back to Natasha, Spider-Man decided that they were safe enough to where he could go without his mask. After removing his mask, Peter walked over to two chairs and offered one to Natasha while taking a seat in the other one.
When Natasha took a seat, she decided to have a little fun and assumed a sitting position where her legs were crossed but she gave a clear view of what was between her legs. She knew that she was still covered in her own webbing but that didn’t mean that the teenager opposite of her wouldn’t try to steal a look. Especially since he knew what it was to be in her private place.
Peter noticed right away that the position Natasha took in the chair was meant to have anyone in front of her notice one area of her body without fail. The only reason why Peter knew this was of the several times Liz, Mary Jane and even Lori sat in waiting for him, well waiting for him as they hinted, and it usually led to something that anyone can call ‘carnal’. As much as Peter wanted to have a repeat performance with the woman, he managed to keep his mind along the lines of being logical than primal.
Wasn’t easy when a sexy figured woman that is both a red head and foreign was sitting in a fashion that basically screamed out that she was sexy and she knew it.
“So, care to tell me if what I heard about you is true or not?”
“Depends on what you heard. I know you know that I’m a spy so there’s definitely things I can tell you and definitely things that I can never tell you.” Natasha replied, her voice even to show Peter that she was as serious as anyone could be.
“Well, I guess the question that would matter the most is why did you turn traitor?” Peter asked, his voice equally serious.
Natasha closed her eyes to arrange her thoughts. However, Peter chose this moment to speak up.
“If you’re thinking up a story of lies, please save me the trouble and don’t. Whether what I was told about you was true or not, I trust those sources more than I trust you at the moment. Recent acts of sex really doesn’t create grounds of trust no matter how many times you let me cum into you.”
Natasha smiled at those words. She initially figured that the teenager before her might be a little too trusting for his own good. She could only guess that maybe Peter had become more trusting of Nick Fury during the time she was unconscious. But if that was the case then Peter would have informed Nick of her location and she would have awoken in some S.H.I.E.L.D. black-site prison instead of the safehouse.
She was going to have to play every card she had very close to the chest. It wasn’t like she had done so before but this time around was different compared to every other time beforehand.
Natasha had burned almost all the bridges she had made over her career as a spy master. Whatever allies she might have left throughout the world would do nothing against the enemies she has made. Even if she made some sort of deal with Nick Fury after being branded a traitor, the best deal she could get would be suicidal wet works missions. She knew that at this point in time she had one three real choices left to her.
She could go on the run every day for the rest of her life and maybe live long enough to see how many assassins, hired mercenaries and kill squads she could take down before one gets a lucky shot off. With her new abilities along with her own experiences, Natasha figured that maybe she would take down more than most would suspect of but in the end that meant only at best five years of life. Not a healthy prospect of the three to say the least.
The next choice she had was simply taking a gun and shooting herself in the head point blank. While suicide wasn’t something that Natasha ever entertained, even when she had to make some of her targets look as though they took their own lives, there was a part of her that did ask the honest question if she had the will to deal with the life she had now made for herself. Also add to the fact that from what she learned from Yelena, her former comrade-now-turned-resurrected enemy, death wouldn’t necessarily be the end of her even if she was the one who ended her own life. Natasha could so easily see herself being experimented on just to see if they could bring her back and recondition her to be a loyal and expendable weapon.
No matter what they told Yelena when they brought her back to life, there was no doubt in Natasha's mind that Yelena was a reusable bullet until she failed or was no longer needed.
The final choice, and after comparing it with the first two, seemed only like the best course of action even though it was the only real course of action someone like herself would ever take. She didn’t know how much time she had but her only chance to get herself and Peter Parker out of this alive would be to become allies and that meant she would have to do whatever she could to gain his trust.
A task that she knew was about two steps shy of being impossible and that said a lot from all the missions she had taken over the years. It was like that old saying she heard from her instructors at the Red Room: the only easy day was yesterday.
“I know whatever I’m going to say will easily be seen as a lie first and foremost and I have no real means at the moment to get you to trust me but know that I trust you completely. Remember those words I said before both you and Janet gave me that blood transfusion?”
Peter indeed remembered how Natasha said that she trusted him and how the only thing she asked in return was for the chance to earn his trust. After everything that happened to him from the day he was bitten by that spider to his relationship with the girls up til now, the teenager felt that he couldn’t deny this woman that chance. It didn’t feel to him that he was making a mistake in this choice and he probably would have still been of the same mind had he not already been intimate with her not more than an hour ago.
After thinking it over for several moments, Peter ultimately decided to hear out whatever this woman who had labeled as a traitor by the premier world security force endorsed by the United Nations had to say.
Natasha felt a wave of relief pass through her when Peter showed that he was willing to trust her. She let out a breath that she didn’t realize that she was holding at the moment before she started telling Peter what she could tell him. Things that she knew for certain.
“When H.G. Wells created the saying ‘the war to end all wars’ back in World War I, I seriously doubt he knew how far ahead of it’s time that said saying would be nor did he realize how his science fiction story ‘The Island of Dr. Moreau’ would become science fact in less than 30 years.” Natasha started, her words meant to help set the stage of what she was going to have Peter learn existed despite whatever established to the public.
“I know of Wells, read his books and seen some of the movies based off of them so I can see that point but what is the point you’re trying to make with it?” Peter asked.
“That the real ‘war to end all wars’ wasn’t one based on the goals of nations but by unlocking the potential of the human race. When Captain America was created, it didn’t matter who it was that would be given such physical abilities because it was the final proof that the men or women can become more than nature would allow.”
Peter made the connections in his mind and could see the points that Natasha made there. It wasn’t until what Natasha said next that something he was actually worried about was made real in his mind.
“All nations of the world knew that if someone could become like Captain America, that weapons that leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki could be made than the real possibility of their way of life could be destroyed in a far worse manner than what Adolf Hitler tried to establish for his Thousand Year Reich. For all the victory parades and soldiers being welcomed back home, there were scientists and generals already making plans for the next war which those involved knew it would be a Genetics War.”
The teenager had something of an idea where governments around the world would continue work towards making better weapons. It would clearly be under the guise of national security and said governments would approach any industry leaders to help with whatever projects they wanted to establish. That much was made clear when Peter read all the information that Jessica Drew took with her when she escaped from Osborn Industries after being experimented on with the OZ formula.
When he remembered that bit of information, Peter had a question entered into his mind that he realized he should have asked sooner than now.
“Did Nick Fury approach Norman Osborn and Osborn Industries to create a new super soldier serum?” Peter was aware that the U.S. government would have approached companies like Osborn Industries but he felt it was entirely different if Nick Fury did so since that would entertain the possibility that he was working on projects without the government’s knowledge or consent.
Natasha didn’t fully expect that question but it showed to her that Peter had more idea of the world she was going to bring him into than she thought.
“He did. Your government wanted a new mascot super soldier to be on the forefront for S.H.I.E.L.D. and The Ultimates. I’m not sure how many companies he approached or if he floated a contract around to stir up some competition between rival companies but he definitely shopped around and even approached companies that aren’t based in America. Even though they didn’t expect to find Captain America like they did in that block of ice, they never stopped working on such projects after he was found.”
Natasha pointed directly to Peter before she continued. “As far as I know, what you are is by far the closet to achieving similar results in turning Steve Rogers into the super soldier that he is. However, if what happened to you can be replicated at all….”
“It goes without saying that someone could create an army almost over night.” Peter said while pointing at Natasha who in turned realized that said fact was confirmed. Being new to the fact she had meta-abilities aside from the ones she had because of the nano-tech that was once in her body, a fear Natasha had about Peter Parker was now just realized.
The conversation came to a complete stop as both individuals came to grips with what they both had learned from each other. Peter learning that what he somewhat suspected from Nick Fury to be true and all that it entailed and Natasha learning that not only someone had created a stable serum that granted abilities but Peter was possible now a natural source of attaining said abilities if what happened to her was anything to go by.
When the conversation started up again after several minutes of silence, Peter asked several questions so as to get a better idea as to why Natasha made the choices that she had. The teenager knew that the woman was being selective in the information that she was giving out but the information that she did give him did help make sense about her choices.
There was a thought in the back of Peter’s mind that the reason she made such choices was because of that time when they first met where he did indeed bit her. Janet had been helping him in analyzing what his venom was and much of what they found told him something he had suspected when he first experimented with his venom on Mary Jane and Liz. Even Janet was aware that Peter’s venom could somehow influence the person once they were injected with it.
Talking to Natasha ultimately told Peter that anyone he injected his venom into, no matter how brief or how long ago he had done so, will cause the person to be somehow bound to him. In hindsight it was obvious especially considering the girls that he had made love to on a regular basis and that they had no problems being with him but Peter was curious if he had to constantly inject someone to keep them bound.
Now it seemed that if he ever bit a girl, no matter how brief it could be, it seemed the girl would eventually become increasingly interested in him. The male aspect of Peter Parker knew that anyone in high school would kill to have something like that ability while the nerd aspect told him that he was like Lou Gehrig in how he had a disease named after him while Peter had something that could be ironically seen as an STD since one bite would seemingly lead to sex.
It wasn’t too much longer before Janet Van Dyne made her appearance in the safehouse in her wasp form. She had done so in order to make sure that no one was following her or any of the CCTV that were scattered around the city would catch her easily. She knew that Nick Fury had her under surveillance ever since her husband put her in the hospital because his ego couldn’t handle the fact that for all the achievements he made, Hank was nothing more than a punching bag against the Hulk.
A part of her had once felt guilty because of the fact that she had sex with what normal law would say was a minor several times. But when her ‘husband’ actually tried to kill her, that part of her was the only thing that died that day. Peter Parker was indeed a minor but he was doing what he could to protect innocent civilians in a city like New York. Never once did she see Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, even Thor, going out on patrol to stop crime like a robbery or even a purse snatching.
He was a vigilante in the law’s eyes but in her eyes, Peter was more of a man than Hank could ever be. And maybe it was past time to leave that broken aspect of her life behind and move on to someone who was definitely a diamond in the rough.
Once she entered the safehouse via an entrance where only something the size of an insect could utilize, Janet had to do a double take when she saw that Natasha Romanov was sitting casually in a chair. Like she hadn’t just woken up from a coma which should have left her body weak from being inactive for so long. The safehouse had the medical equipment to keep someone alive but the equipment needed to keep muscles from atrophying wasn’t something she could easily get her hands on without answering questions that she had no idea how to lie and make them believable.
When Janet assumed her normal size, she was the first to speak about the situation that was before.
“I had stopped by earlier and found that you were missing and was pretty much worrying on what to do with one option being calling Nick Fury. Imagine my surprise and relief when it was Peter that called me and told me you were both awake and back in the safehouse. So, I’m going to ask the obvious: when did you exactly wake up and why the Hell did you leave the safehouse?!”
Janet looked at both Peter and Natasha after she asked her own questions. Both of them could tell that when she yelled out the last part of her questions, Janet was as far as one could be from a positive mood and was as close as one could get before enacting the option to brutalize someone.
After several moments of silence from the both of them, Janet was going to ask them if she needed to repeat herself. But Peter spoke first while pointing at her.
“Um, I thought you had an outfit that could change it’s size as you do.” Peter said, his eyes clearly not meeting Janet’s eyes but something else on her body.
Looking down and realizing that entire time she had been flying towards the safehouse, Janet had been doing so completely naked. It took her a second to realize why she had done so in the first place. When she had ordered a new designer dress that she wanted to wear to some of the public functions like interviews, Janet noticed something under the collar tag that she quickly realized it shouldn’t have surprised her that it was there in the first place. It was definitely a tracking device and it was only because that she could decrease her size could she get a close look to it without using a microscope.
After she removed it, Janet went through all of her recently purchased clothes and found more tracking devices on them. Whether they were put there by Hank or S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t matter as much as Janet made sure all of them were removed. However, Janet felt that even though she had removed all that she could find, the odds of them being replaced was too great to ignore so whenever she made visits to the safehouse, she did so in the nude.
Even though she knew for a fact that Peter Parker saw what she looked like in her birthday suit, Janet still had a sense of modesty that made her cover up as best as she could with her hands.
Natasha couldn’t help but smile at the sudden bout of embarrassment that hit Janet as she quickly moved over to a closet and put on a lab coat that just barely covered her up. No doubt that the moment she bent over while wearing it, everyone would have a clear view of her shapely ass. Natasha unknowingly licked her lips when the idea entered into her mind but she managed to keep said thoughts under control since now was the time for some serious answers.
When Janet buttoned her coat up so that it wouldn’t show off her entire assets, she turned her attention back to the other two. Her face still showed a hint of red of embarrassment which Peter found funny considering the serious tone of voice Janet used when she spoke.
“Okay, on to more serious matters, fill me in on the details that happened with you waking up from a medical impossibility.” Janet said while unconsciously crossing her arms under her breast to somehow draw more attention from Peter to them.
Janet noticed what Natasha was wearing and was immediately reminded of the fact that her bust size was indeed natural. But it somehow seemed to Janet’s view that Natasha's bust had somehow gotten bigger and a tinge of jealousy hit her when that thought entered into her mind.
Peter’s eyes looked down at Janet’s chest before raising his eyes to meet hers and relay all the information that he knew. Minus the part of what happened after they had met. The Asian woman listened to every detail that the teenager relayed. Fortunately Peter was very detailed when he got to the parts on how Natasha now had spider abilities. As well as some abilities that even he didn’t have. Natasha showed each one when Peter spoke about them like the ability to naturally create her own web lines and the fact that she can disappear from sight.
Having seen what it look like when Sue Storm from the Fantastic Four turning invisible was one thing. To see it firsthand with someone that shouldn’t have such an ability was easily quite another.
To confirm a theory, Janet told Natasha to open her mouth. Natasha thought that the woman was going to do that tongue depressor nonsense since she wasn’t exactly sure what Janet would find in her mouth. After simply letting her jaw drop so as to allow Janet to see inside of it, Natasha noticed right away that the look in Janet’s eyes told her that the woman had found something she suspected to find.
Natasha ran her tongue around her mouth to see if there was something missing or something that wasn’t supposed to be there. It was when she moved her tongue to the front of her teeth did she feel something that was clearly different than anything before. Even Peter who had taken a look as well wasn’t all too surprised at what he saw.
“Well, Jessica has fangs as well. Seems like a basic package for having spider-abilities is having a set of fangs.” Peter said which caused Natasha to look at Peter with a surprised expression. It took a moment before Peter made the connection inside his own mind. “Looks like no one really knew that bit of information but to be fair, there’s officially 3 spider-powered people in the world now.”
Janet nodded her head in response to that statement. After hearing which made her over to locker and retrieve a piece of medical equipment that looked like needle gun injector. She walked over to Natasha and told the red head to give her an arm. The woman was no stranger when it came to needles. She was a little relieved that when Janet extracted a sample of her blood, she didn’t feel any real pain other than the barrel of the gun pressed against her skin.
After filling an entire vial with Natasha's blood, Janet took the vial itself and placed a sample of it under a very expensive looking microscope. Both Peter and Natasha said nothing as Janet examined the Russian woman’s blood. Janet for herself didn’t say anything for what felt like several minutes of examining the blood sample. She moved over to a nearby computer console and typed in several commands. All three individuals watched as the monitor of the computer showed various bits of data in reference to ‘before and after’ settings.
When the program that Janet used to analyze the sample finished processing the data it gained from it’s examination, what it showed to Janet actually sent a tinge of fear down her spine. She had been taking blood samples from Natasha while she was unconscious in order to gauge how her condition developed. But none of the previous data gave enough indication as to what had happened and how it actually happened.
If anything, it just proved to Janet how many X-factors there actually were and how few she took into account ever since that day when Natasha was given an infusion of Peter’s blood.
“Guess its safe to say that not only did the blood transfusion save your life, you are now a full fledged meta-human Natasha. Not exactly sure why you have different abilities compared to Peter but according to the data, the changes to your body are stable on the genetic level.”
Natasha looked at both Janet and the monitor after she head that. Even Peter did the same thing while wondering which of the three of them had the most questions that came from the information they had just learned.
Janet typed in some commands on the keyboard which started another simulation but did a comparison to both Peter’s blood and Natasha’s blood, both past and current samples. The monitor showed a display of what a strand of DNA looks like in the form of a computer model while displaying areas that showed significant differences between a typical normal human and those of Peter and Natasha's. Janet and Peter were able to understand more than Natasha but she was still managed to get the gist of it when the other two began discussing what they saw and what they understood about the information.
Natasha never really had that much of patience when it came to dealing with scientists. Probably because how their pursuit of knowledge in whatever field they study in tended to make them completely unaware of the rest of the world to the point where they could actually be deemed ignorant. They probably felt the same way with other people in who they deemed were of a lower IQ than they were but that was Natasha's view on all other scientists except for the two that were before her.
“So, the long and short of what has happened to me is that because of Peter’s blood was originally medically considered a ‘universal donor’ type, meaning anyone can accept it without significant fear of rejection, the added elements to it that allow him to have spider-abilities means that should he again give blood to anyone else, the odds of them gaining similar abilities are more than good?” Natasha asked both Peter and Janet.
“According to the data, that is the long and short of it.” Janet replied while looking back at the monitor and re-reading the data just to make sure on the off chance that her eyes weren’t playing some sort of trick on her at the moment. “It wasn’t much of a stretch in the idea that if Peter ever had kids they would inherit such genetic traits from him. This kind of thing was even theorized should Steve Rogers ever have a kid but with you, its now an absolute certainty.”
“So my blood can actually turn ordinary people into meta-humans. Is that the same with my venom?” Peter asked despite having an idea on what the answer might be already.
“That’s the tricky aspect of your abilities. This OZ, weird name for a chemical compound capable of meta-genetic alterations, is a part of everything in your body which is somehow producing it naturally. Its more concentrated in your venom but that also means its more of an x-factor in what it causes to whoever is exposed to it. The best I can do in terms of narrowing it down is that if there is some kind of latent x-gene of any kind, mutant or meta-human like, within the person that gets exposed to it, your OZ venom will hyper stimulate it to the point where it will either activate the x-gene or mutate it.”
“Is there any idea as to how long one has to be exposed to it for such an event to happen?” Peter couldn’t really remember off hand how many times he injected the girls with his venom so he was really wondering if there was a limit to injecting the girls before they underwent some sort of change.
Janet shook her head negatively. “As every person in the world is different from everyone else, your venom will caused different changes into whoever is exposed to it. The only thing that can safely be said about it is that whoever is exposed will in time be granted abilities should they have latent meta-genes or even latent x-genes.”
“However, if someone wanted people to gain abilities immediately, all they would have to do is turn you into an unwilling donor.” Natasha said with a dead serious tone of voice that made Janet and Peter feel a little chill move through their spines. “If, no, when this information is ever found out by certain people, my government, your government, any government including Nick Fury, you can be damn sure that Nick Fury alone would have you placed in some sort of quarantine until the end of time. Anyone else will just bleed you dry.”
That was one thought Peter had on his mind. The other was the fact that Norman Osborn was the original creator of the OZ serum and there was little doubt in his mind that Norman wasn’t doing more experimentations with it. With what the information he got from Jessica Drew that she both stole and recounted from her own experiences, Peter knew that the odds of someone like Norman Osborn staying quiet about the fact he had created someone like Spider-Man were odds even Las Vegas wouldn’t touch. Even the chance that Norman had some shadowy business dealings with Wilson Fisk, no matter how remote they could be, was something he couldn’t ignore even for a second.
People like him would be the perfect enforcers for any kind of mob activity and the police would have nothing that could even remotely stop them. All Wilson Fisk would have to do is pretty much say the word and Peter could see Norman Osborn pumping out the OZ serum by the gallons just for him alone.
Ultimately, Peter Parker never regretted the fact on what he did to save Natasha’s life. But what happened as a result was something Peter had feared for some time and the only regret he had was of all the time wasted since that time when he and the others had a meeting in what to do.
How to assemble themselves as a team.
Now there was no time to wait after this little revelation. He would have to go to the others and start becoming a team to handle the storm that he now knew was coming. It didn’t matter to him what Nick Fury would do to him or what he knew about him. If what Natasha said was true, and at the moment Peter was more or less inclined to believe her, he would either be forced by the government to ‘secure’ Peter and anyone else he had be in contact with or be coerced to work alongside him. As much as Peter respected the Ultimates and S.H.I.E.L.D., he couldn’t help but feel that they would do things as soldiers. They be ordered to do this or that while being told not to do this or that.
The last time Peter failed to do something, it costed him more than he ever expected to pay. If anything, Peter Parker wasn’t going to fail to do something if he could. To Hell to anyone else telling him to standby.
Natasha and Janet were completely unaware as to the thoughts that were running through Peter’s mind. Had they had some kind of insight to what was happening in Peter’s civilian life, they both wouldn’t have done something of a double take when a certain line of thought that entered into his thoughts created a question.
“What did you say?” Janet asked while Natasha was wondering essentially the same thing when she heard the question herself.
“How much of my venom do I have to inject to unlock someone’s latent abilities?”

Next Chapter: The Promise

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Author's Note: Sorry for the wait but had to go back and add some elements in for the next chapter that I’ve overlooked for some time now. If you think about it, one girl has been living with Peter Parker for awhile now and he has not made any moves on her. Time to change all that with the help from the revelations that came with Natasha’s new abilities.
Also, thanks for fellow writer Agent-G for the proof read.
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