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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 3: Spies and Sadists
X-Corp Headquarter
‘Everything changes. Nothing disappears. It’s an old Russian proverb that spies appreciate more than most. People experience change, even if they’re not ready for it. Few witness the efforts of those seeking to direct that change. It often gets messy. In the old Soviet Union, it got bloody. With the Avengers, it can be both…which is why this latest mission confounds me.’
Natasha Romanov, better known as Black Widow, arrived in New Mexico with mixed feelings about her mission. Being one of world’s greatest spies, she usually knew what danger awaited her. This was one of those rare occasions when she didn’t know what to expect.
In the dead of night, the former Soviet super-spy surveyed the newly-minted headquarters of X-Corp from afar. She’d been tasked with investigating it. There was no one to kill, contain, or interrogate. According to the SHIELD dossier that Nick Fury gave her, there weren’t any deadly security systems to disable. It sounded like a joke at first. Then, Natasha remembered that Nick Fury didn’t do jokes.
“Infiltrate, investigate, and evaluate,” the Russian redhead said to herself as she scanned the exterior of the building. “The three pillars of espionage and Fury wants me to use them on a non-profit in New Mexico. Either Hydra is branching out or I’m missing something. And for a spy, that’s never a good thing.”
She’d been perched atop a telecommunications tower for almost an hour. Using a set of high-tech binoculars, she repeatedly scanned the building from a distance. It hadn’t revealed anything that wasn’t officially documented.
The building has once been owned by Worthington Industries, but fell into disrepair after budget cuts. Recently, it was purchased by a fledgling organization called X-Corp, founded and operated by Scott Summers and Jean-Grey Summers. SHIELD already knew that they weren’t just a couple of entrepreneurial newlyweds. They were former members of the X-Men, a team that had a troubled relationship with both SHIELD and the Avengers.
That warranted some concern, but there was little substance to back it up. SHIELD had already conducted a cursory investigation of X-Corp. By all accounts, Mr. and Mrs. Summers were sincere. They intended to help mutants manage their abilities and pursue meaningful careers. It was hardly a plot worthy of SHIELD resources. Even if there were lingering suspicions, a mid-level spy was more than capable of doing the job.
That changed when Tony Stark became a major investor.
“You’d think a $50 million investment by Stark Industries would go towards better security,” Natasha commented as she switched her binoculars to X-rays. “I’ve seen American malls with more robust systems. Either you don’t care much for security or you do not have anything to hide unless…”
The master spy let her words trail off. She muttered a string of curses in Russian under her breath. It felt like Fury was wasting her time, talents, and patience. She couldn’t blame him for paying close attention to Tony’s investments. It wasn’t that long ago that Stark Industries had close ties to unsavory organizations. Nothing about X-Corp seemed unsavory, but Fury wasn’t convinced.
He cited the recent incident in Jamaica Bay with the space shuttle as a sign that something was up. First, they got a message from Reed Richards regarding a strange surge in cosmic energy just above the Earth’s atmosphere. Then, the Avengers had to play clean-up with the shuttle. Shortly after that, Cyclops and Jean Grey – who were aboard that shuttle, according to reports – truck out on their own to start a new vision for mutants. It had the potential to cause great upheaval and Fury was not a fan of upheavals.
‘If it effects mutants a little, it’s going to cause a big reaction. Fury says that at least once a week. He’s the one who keeps telling the Avengers that mutants are more volatile as an issue than they are as a threat. He’s the reason why the Avengers and the X-Men avoid each other at all costs. By his logic, mutants need to prove they can manage their own affairs before we start assisting. I’ve never entirely agreed with that logic, but I don’t argue with it either.’
Natasha learned long ago that the best spies stayed ambivalent whenever social politics entered the equation. Like many of her fellow Avengers, she avoided mutant issues. Even though she had close ties to Wolverine, she took no part in the ongoing conflicts between humans, mutants, and the authorities. Her investigation into X-Corp wasn’t supposed to change that.
Then again, her arranged marriage to Alexi Shostakov wasn’t supposed to change. Her loyalty to the Soviet Union wasn’t supposed to change. True to her favorite Russian proverb, change often found her in unexpected ways. X-Corp publicly announced its intent to bring meaningful change and renewed perspective. It was her job to investigate the extent of that change.
So far, she hadn’t seen anything to warrant Fury sending the Black Widow on such a mission. Natasha ran her fifth spectral scan on the building, if only to affirm that it was as mundane as it seemed. She was on the verge of calling Fury’s personal line, just to cuss him out in multiple languages.
Then, the scanner picked up on something and it was anything but mundane.
“An energy reading,” said Natasha, feeling more annoyed than intrigued. “Just when I thought Fury was wasting my time.”
The skilled spy adjusted her binoculars. She confirmed it was real. In the top levels of X-Corp’s headquarters, a sizable energy surge erupted from nowhere. It wasn’t the largest surge she’d seen during her time with the Avengers, but it definitely warranted investigation.
A quick scan of the data with her wrist-computer confirmed another detail. The energy signature matched the one Mr. Fantastic sent the Avengers after the incident at Jamaica Bay. It wasn’t enough to draw any meaningful conclusions, but it established a tangible link.
There were any number of explanations, one of which was a coincidence. However, in the world of espionage, there was no such thing as a coincidence.
‘Same cosmic signature. Even more unanswered questions. SHIELD feels strongly about cosmic threats, but Nick Fury feels even stronger about accurate intel. He, Clint, and everyone else in the Avengers would tell me to call in a strike team. Lifetimes of experience tell me that’s the proper recourse. My gut instinct, however…why is it telling me something else?’
It was another aspect about spy-craft that only a select few appreciated. Every mission came with protocols and, like the inevitability of change, those protocols often got derailed by unexpected complications.
Competent spies knew when to investigate further or call in for a strike. Only master spies knew when to trust instincts over protocol.
“You’re hiding something, X-Corp,” Black Widow said as she set aside her gear. “Either you’re being reckless or you’re daring me to dig deeper. That’ll be a big mistake on your part or a bigger mistake on mine.”
Having made her choice, Natasha went with her instinct. Clad in her distinct black spy suit, she fired off a grappling hook and swung towards the roof X-Corp’s headquarters. What she uncovered could likely determine whether mutants were going to be a threat that the Avengers would have to confront.
Ryker’s Island Prison – High Risk Isolation Wing
“Venom has escaped! Somebody seal the wing! Don’t let any of these psychos out!”
The urgent calls of the Ryker’s Island prison guards echoed through the halls of what should’ve been the most secure prison outside the infamous Raft. For the past several hours, dozens of men armed in SHIELD-approved armor scoured the once-quiet north wing. Most didn’t dare venture to this part of the prison. Even the janitors avoided it.
That was because only the worst of the worst got sent to the north wing. By almost every measure, Cletus Kasady definitely qualified. He even took pride in how many boxes he checked for psychopathic killers.
“You’re doing a bang-up job, boys!” Cletus taunted. “You let a deranged guy in an alien costume break free.”
“Shut up, Kasady!” barked one of the guards. “If another hungry alien drops him, I’ll let it have you as an appetizer!”
“You think that little of me? I’m touched. I’ll keep that in mind if I ever get a chance to skin you alive!”
Cletus laughed hysterically from inside his cell. The panicked cries and angry gave him the most amusement he’d experienced since his last murder. It beat the hell out of reading boring books. Multiple cells had been damaged during Eddie Brock’s recent escape. The return of the venom symbiote, as Brock called it, caused plenty of chaos. While it terrified the guards, and even many of the inmates, Cletus found it exciting.
‘You’re lucky, Eddie. You get to bust your way out of here thanks to some alien goop. Personally, I think you missed a golden opportunity. There were so many innocent people you could’ve killed along the way, but you didn’t. What a shame! You think that suit makes you strong? I say bullshit! You’re making each other weak. If I had a suit like that…ooh the carnage I would unleash!’
Cletus snickered to himself as he watched more guards pass by. He took in every scared face and angry glance, memorizing it as much as possible. Fear, anger, disgust, and dread were his inspiration. Blood, violence, and carnage were his tools. He needed only an opportunity and a canvas to work his magic.
Being locked away in Ryker’s Island was supposed to end those opportunities. The judge who sentenced him said to his face that he’d never touch another human being or see the rising sun for as long as he lived. That line earned him a round of cheers and a nice picture on the fourth page of the Daily Bugle. He was going to be pissed and terrified when he realized how wrong he was.
“Keep up the good work. You’re making this too easy,” Cletus said through his secure cell. “That’s okay. I’m good at challenging myself!”
The convicted killer waited until the last round of guards had passed his cell. They were gathering around the fifth block of the wing where Venom had broken out. Several inmates tried to escape. A few managed to wrestle some guards to the ground and attack. The sight of blood and the sound of fists pounding faces got Cletus’ heart racing in all the right ways. It wouldn’t be much longer before more blood was shed.
After the guards were fully distracted, Cletus retreated to his bed. Grinning and chuckling intently, he reached into his pillow where Venom had left a little gift before escaping. It was a small spore-like glob. It resembled the alien suit, but had an entirely different makeup. Cletus sensed that it was drawn to him. He felt drawn to it too, as though a new bloodlust was calling out to him.
“It’s time!” Cletus said with a crackling grin. “You and me…we won’t just unleash carnage. We’ll be carnage!”
“You have no idea how right you are, Mr. Kasady,” came an unexpected voice from behind.
Cletus, now clutching the glob firmly, turned around to confront the presence. Much to his surprise, it wasn’t a guard or another inmate. In fact, it was a woman…a very beautiful, very scantily dressed woman with red hair and a kinky sense of style. His day just kept getting better.
“Why hello there, my lady,” Cletus greeted, fearlessly approaching the woman. “I didn’t know Rykers employed strippers.”
“I assure you, I’m not a stripper,” said the woman in bemusement.
“Then, what are you? A sexy figment of my imagination?” he inquired. “Ooh! Is this a wet dream? If so, please tell me you bought the pig blood! Anything covered in pig blood gets me rock hard!”
“I’m no fantasy. I’m very real,” she told him firmly. “My name is Madelyne Pryor. I’m here because my predecessors at the Hellfire Club maintained a record of your disturbing exploits. They’ve also been keeping track of a few alien visitors…namely one that endeared itself to Eddie Brock.”
“Aww! Don’t kill the mood, baby. Brock and Venom are yesterday’s news. I’m a more potent combination!”
“I agree. That’s exactly why I’m talking to you and not him. It’s also why I’ve prepared a little something for you and your friend.”
Cletus didn’t know this sexy mystery woman, but he already liked her. He knew the difference between women who were crazy and women who were uniquely sadistic. Madelyne struck him as a special kind of deranged. He could see it in her eyes, as well as her dress sense. The fact she had nice tits didn’t hurt, either.
As she tempted him with her presence, her eyes flashed bright green and a large swirling portal formed behind her. It filled the cell with a cold, ominous energy. The lights flickered and the ground shook. Most people would’ve recoiled in fear. Even alien creatures would’ve been anxious. That was not what Cletus felt.
Looking down at the glob in his hand, his grin widened. He sensed that he and the alien creature were on the same page. Someone had come to him, promising new opportunities for greater carnage. Cletus, being an ambitious psychopath, was never one to pass up such opportunities.
“A prison break…a dark portal…an alien spawn…a big-titted woman showing up in my cell,” said Cletus, brimming with excitement. “It’s official. This is the best day of my life!”
“Follow me,” said Madelyn, turning around and leading him into the portal. “I promise it gets better.”
X-Corp Headquarters – Top Floor Suites
“No defense turrets. No laser sensors. No vents full of knock-out gas, either. What kind of security is this?”
Black Widow didn’t mind daunting missions. She’d done so many over the years, both for the Avengers and for the KGB, that it was practically mundane. From poison gas to adamantium spikes to electrified gates to killer drones, she’d encountered every conceivable death trap and survived. That made infiltrating X-Corp incredibly jarring.
Getting into the building was so easy that even marginal spies would’ve been shocked. After landing on the roof, she didn’t need to slip through any vents, disable any alarms, or avoid any guards. The most she had to do was pick the lock that led into the elevator shaft. Once inside, it got even easier. The shafts weren’t secure. There weren’t even any cameras. The only real obstacle was the darkness, but even that barely counted.
‘I know X-Corp is a fledging American company, but they can’t be this inept. I’ve seen the original plans with this building. I know how much Worthington Industries valued its patents, especially from the pharmaceutical division. Either the new owners ripped these features out or chose to deactivate them. I’m not sure which one worries me more.’
By the time Black Widow reached the top floor suites, she was tempted to call Fury just to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate joke. It wasn’t like Tony Stark was above wasting her time. Hawkeye might have even helped him. She was prepared to use KGB interrogation tactics on them if that were even partially true.
The Russian super-spy tempered her frustration as she approached the main entrance to the penthouse suite. According to the old schematics, the entire floor was to function as an executive haven. It had everything from spacious offices to well-stocked living quarters, typical of an American company with deep pockets.
She saw that there had been some significant renovations since X-Corp took over. It still had some fancy offices, but there was a lot more living space. It reminded Natasha of the penthouse Tony had at the top of Stark Tower, albeit much less extravagant. It still struck her as atypical of a non-profit, but that was not her primary concern. Suspicions and frustrations aside, there was still an energy signature to investigate.
‘Better get this over with. I’m not comfortable being so underwhelmed by a mission.’
‘Don’t worry, Agent Romanov. There’s still time to change that.’
Black Widow stopped cold in her tracks and clenched her head. The entrance to the master residential suite was in sight when she felt it. Every spy knew that feeling well and rightly dreaded it. Someone had sent her a telepathic message and somehow it got through her mental shields.
“Telepathic tricks. I should’ve known!” Natasha said.
‘It’s no trick, I assure you,’ the telepathic voice replied.
“Get out of my head!” she yelled out.
‘I apologize. I just wanted to alleviate your concerns before you came busting in. I know your reputation, Ms. Romanov. Believe it or not, I don’t want this to get ugly.’
“I don’t believe you,” she said sternly.
‘Then, give me a chance to convince you otherwise. Come on in. The door’s unlocked and I gave the security staff the night off.’
Natasha remained suspicious and irate. Instinctively, she strengthened her mental shields. At the same time, some answers fell into place.
This wasn’t some trick by Tony Stark or some wild goose chase from Nick Fury. The lack of security throughout the building was no accident, either. Her presence was expected. That was never a good sign, especially for a master spy. Being detected was an egregious failure. Black Widow wasn’t supposed to fail like that.
She could’ve pulled out, which would’ve made her failure worse. She chose not to. She still had a mission to complete. While the parameters had changed, the goal remained. Whatever the changes, she refused to fail that part.
“I will likely regret this,” she told herself, “but I’ll punish myself later. The mission still comes first.”
Maintaining her mental shields, she made her way down the hall. She kept her wrist-mounted stingers active. Security or not, Black Widow did not let her guard down, nor would she until the mission was complete.
She was tempted to shoot the door down, just to show she meant business. The Russian super-spy decided against it. There was no reason to take her failures out on someone else’s door. Much to her chagrin, she opened the door and entered the residence. What she saw once again changed the nature of her mission.
“Welcome to X-Corp, Agent Romanov,” greeting Scott Summers. “I hope you weren’t out in the cold for too long.”
Natasha didn’t respond. She just clenched her fists and narrowed her gaze on the male figure across the room. He wasn’t threatening, but she never assumed. For any competent spy, assumptions were deadlier than bullets.
“Please, there’s no need for hostility,” Scott said, putting his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “I’d hoped that disabling the security would send that message.”
“It would’ve been better if you left it on,” Natasha told him.
“Well, unlike my wife, I’m not psychic. We knew someone from SHIELD or the Avengers would visit us at some point. You don’t pursue bold visions without attracting undue attention.”
“Most people learn that the hard way. Just ask Hydra.”
“This isn’t Hydra. There are no ulterior motives, either. I want X-Corp to be different. It needs to be different. Humans, mutants, and even Earth’s mightiest heroes need it.”
Black Widow remained suspicious. At the same time, she sensed no trickery or deceit. She was as skilled as any master spy at reading people and a situation.
While she didn’t know Scott Summers personally, she knew much of his story. SHIELD and the Avengers kept detailed files on everyone in the X-Men and Scott was one of the first. He was also supposed to be the most capable. Making himself vulnerable was not consistent with his personality, which sent a powerful message in and of itself.
“I promise you won’t leave here empty-handed,” Scott told her. “On top of telling SHIELD and the Avengers that X-Corp is a valuable ally, you’ll bring them something that’ll prove it.”
“That’s a bold promise on top of a bold assumption, Mr. Summers,” Natasha told him. “In my experience, that is akin to putting high explosives atop an open flame.”
“I don’t doubt that. Wolverine told me about your many experiences. I hope to buck that trend tonight.”
“You spoke with Wolverine? I was under the impression that he hates your guts.”
“He does on many levels,” said Scott, “but I’ve since earned his respect. And if I can do that with someone like Logan, I think I deserve a fair chance.”
Natasha cast him a curious glance. She couldn’t argue with his logic. Wolverine was the only member of the X-Men that she knew personally. While much of their history was complicated and full of gaps, she knew better than most how difficult he could be. Anyone who could earn his respect, even partially, warranted consideration.
‘He worked with Wolverine and didn’t get stabbed. Few can make such a claim. That alone earns him credence, but mission protocols require continued caution. But if he delivers on those lofty promises of his, even in part, then protocol may not apply.’
With that in mind, Natasha unclenched her fists and joined Scott at the north end of the penthouse. She still noted her surroundings. This residence wasn’t too opulent, but it was quite comfortable. It reminded her of an upscale condominium. It had high ceilings, large bay windows overlooking the New Mexico scenery, and a spacious layout. There were no walls separating the kitchen, living room, and dining area. If it had a theme, it would be openness.
It was a theme antithetical to spy-craft. Perhaps that was the point. Scott Summers presented himself as someone with nothing to hide. He had most of the lights turned on. He also had a fire roaring in a gas fireplace in the far corner of the living room area. Even his attire conveyed openness. He wore only a pair of black pajama pants with no pockets. He didn’t even have shoes on. If he was trying to send a message to a skilled spy, then he’d gone the extra mile.
Natasha still didn’t let her guard down, even after joining Scott in the living room area near the fireplace. That didn’t stop him from giving her a friendly smile.
“My wife suggested I have some imported vodka on hand to welcome you,” said Scott. “She even got a bottle of your favorite brand from Tony Stark.”
“I’m not surprised Tony knows my tastes,” said Natasha, “although it’s rather telling that your wife convinced him to help you.”
“Not as much as you think, but you’re the world’s foremost spy. I’m sure you know those details better than anyone,” said Scott. “And since you’re on a mission, I kept the vodka in the freezer. I don’t intend to bore you with small talk, banter, or free alcohol.”
“I appreciate that, but I’m still waiting for some meaningful intel. You can start by telling me about that energy signature I detected…which, by the way, matches the one Reed Richards detected over Jamaica Bay a while back.”
“I’ll gladly address that, but first, I want to demonstrate something. Think of it as a sample of what X-Corp is about and what it can do.”
The former X-Men leader never left her sight as he retrieved an unmarked envelope from a coffee table next to the couch. He even turned his back to her at one point, giving her an opportunity to attack if she wanted. It sent another not-so-subtle message. He was willing to make himself vulnerable to her, a card-carrying Avenger and former KGB agent. That took either foolishness or guts, but Scott Summers was no fool.
From the envelope, he retrieved a small disk drive. Natasha recognized it immediately. It was a Stark Industry secure drive, a product not available to civilians. Tony Stark and Hank Pym designed it specifically to contain and transport valuable intel. To a spy, it was the equivalent to a bag of rough-cut diamonds.
“On this drive is something I believe both the Avengers and SHIELD will find invaluable,” Scott said as he presented her the device.
“That depends on a number of things,” Natasha said with folded arms, “one of which includes how you got one of those without SHIELD sending a strike team to your front door.”
“We didn’t do anything drastic,” he assured her. “It was just an extra gift from Tony that came along with his donation.”
“I believe that, but I’m hardly reassured.”
“I hope that changes once you see what’s on it. According to Tony, both SHIELD and the Avengers have been tracking the Von Struckers across Europe. But they’ve stayed hidden, thanks to some new cryptographic hardware they got from AIM.”
“I could legally shoot you for knowing that,” Natasha pointed out.
“I’m glad you haven’t, but this drive contains decryption keys for every version. Before you start making assumptions, know that we got those keys thanks to a promising young mutant who just joined X-Corp. His name is Doug Ramsey, but he goes by Cypher. He has the mutant ability to decode any language. After a few lessons, we helped him refine that ability. He already has significant job offers lined up with several tech companies, but he did this for us out of gratitude. Now, I’m giving it to you.”
He held it out to her. There were no caveats or conditions. It was as simple as it seemed.
Natasha was still reluctant to take it. She half-expected a Skrull strike team to attack, but that didn’t happen. As soon as she had it in hand, she used her wrist computer to test it. She half-expected it to be a virus programmed by Ultron, but again, that didn’t happen. By all accounts, the disk contained exactly what Scott claimed. The master spy could not hide her reaction.
“This…shouldn’t be possible,” she said in amazement. “SHIELD has several teams of the best cryptographers on the planet and none of them could crack those codes. Yet you just happen to know a mutant who can?”
“There’s nothing random about it, Ms. Romanov,” said Scott. “This is what X-Corp does. We find mutants with valuable skills. We help them refine those skills while maximizing that value. And it doesn’t have to just benefit mutants.”
“You’re talking about things that make too much sense,” Natasha pointed out. “In my line of work, that is often an ominous sign.”
“Believe me, I know that feeling well. During my time with the X-men, I was skeptical about anything that seemed too obvious. That’s exactly what Jean and I want to change. We’ve seen from many perspectives that what we’re doing…humans, mutants, superheroes, and the sort…it isn’t working. X-Corp is in a position to change that and we think the world needs that change.”
Black Widow was still very reluctant, but she couldn’t deny Scott’s logic or the value of the data in her hand. She hadn’t forgotten how frustrated much the Von Struckers had frustrated both SHIELD and the Avengers. Nick Fury shot out three computers last week and Captain America nearly destroyed the training areas at Avengers Manor. If she presented either of them with this drive, then they would be indebted to X-Corp.
“This data will definitely change things in the short-term,” Natasha conceded as she clung to the drive.
“A new path requires bold leaps,” said Scott proudly. “I want this to be one of them.”
The Russian super-spy alternated her gaze between the drive and Scott. Every mission protocol was collapsing around her. Usually, that meant something had gone horribly wrong. She couldn’t remember the last time a mission fell apart because things went incredibly right.
She’d forgotten how to react. This was not the kind of mission she expected. She kept looking at Scott Summers, expecting him to turn into a Hydra agent at any moment. The same powerful instincts that often told her to be very cautious when a mission seemed too easy were now telling her that this was real.
“I admit I’m taking a risk,” Scott continued. “There’s a reason why SHIELD and the Avengers rarely cross paths with the X-Men. It directly relates to their unofficial position on mutant affairs. People born with powers they didn’t ask for, can’t always control, and aren’t inclined to join a team of superheroes need to manage their own affairs. Nick Fury once said it himself. If mutant issues aren’t resolved by mutants, then we run the risk of pursuing solutions that’ll piss both sides off.”
“You forgot the part where he says we’ll fuck ourselves over in the long run,” Natasha pointed out.
“I was trying to be polite, but I know Fury tends to make that difficult,” said Scott with a half-grin. “In his defense – which I don’t say lightly, mind you – even other mutants agreed with this position. Professor Xavier once told me that X-Men and Avengers needed to follow different paths because they sought different goals. I think he was half-right, but short-sighted.”
“For the world’s most powerful psychic, that’s quite a shortcoming.”
“Maybe it made sense when the X-Men began. I don’t think that’s the case now. His dream is still worth pursuing, but things have changed. The nature of human/mutant conflict have changed. The Avengers have changed too. I want X-Corp to be the mediators of that change. We don’t have to work together directly, but we can still help each other indirectly.”
Black Widow tried to find flaws in his logic. There were none she could surmise.
She also tried to find something wrong with the intel on the drive. According to her wrist computer, which included some of the most robust hardware in the world, it was legitimate.
Scott Summers was telling the truth. He rightly pointed out the unspoken rules that kept the Avengers and X-Men from helping one another. Natasha rarely gave much thought to those rules. She knew they bothered Captain America, but even he understood the logic behind it. Now, X-Corp dared to question it and the value of intel proved it was worth questioning.
She finally stopped scanning the drive. Then, she placed it in her pocket and narrowed her gaze on the young man standing before her. She scrutinized him the same way she would scrutinize a suspected Skrull agent. Every instinct, intuition, and suspicion told her the same thing. Scott, X-Corp, and the vision behind it were genuine.
With that realization, the last bit of her mission protocols collapsed.
“I rarely agree with those who argue against established Avengers policies,” Natasha said, “but I tend to disagree more than most.”
“Does that mean you’ll report what I’ve told you?” he asked her. “I don’t expect you to take a side. I just need someone to tell SHIELD and the Avengers that X-Corp wants to be part of a better path.”
“I may be a spy, but I don’t lie when it comes to documenting cold, hard facts. I’ll make sure they get the message. I’ll even subject myself to Nick Fury’s scrutiny on X-Corp’s behalf.”
“You’re a brave woman, Agent Romanov. I appreciate that,” said Scott with a humored grin.
“That should also tell you how much I believe in this vision. I’m Russian. I know better than most what happens when unwritten rules and unspoken divisions govern a conflict. There’s just one other detail I’ll need before I complete my mission.”
“And what might that be?” he asked.
“The energy signature I detected,” she told him. “I take it you’re responsible for that. In the interest of transparency – a rather touchy issue in my line of work – you intend to explain that?”
“Of course, I do,” said Scott without hesitation. “In fact, I was hoping you’d bring that up. I think it’ll send a message far greater than any report.”
The former X-Men leader took several steps back. He now stood directly in front of the fireplace atop a large red rug. Still in just his pajama pants, he removed his ruby-quartz glasses and revealed his glowing red eyes. That shouldn’t have been possible. Black Widow remembered from Scott’s file that he couldn’t control his optic blasts. It hinted that something had changed significantly with him. Her curiosity grew, but unlike before, she did not assume it was a threat.
After setting the glasses aside, Scott closed his eyes and raised his arms. Suddenly, the air around him got hotter and more energetic. Lights flickered and the fire in the fireplace almost went out. Then, like a spark igniting a firestorm, Scott was engulfed in a fire-like halo that took the shape of a bird that Natasha had only read about.
“The Phoenix Force,” she said in astonishment.
“You’ve heard of it?” asked Scott with a grin.
“I’ve met Skrull and Kree agents who have heard of it,” she said. “They said it was dangerous, but you don’t look concerned.”
“I’m not. And those agents were half-right. The Phoenix Force can be dangerous, but anything can be dangerous if corrupted. You know that as well as any experienced Avengers. What you may not know…what my wife and I have only recently realized…is how much such power can reveal.”
Natasha looked on at the glowing figure, her intrigue overshadowing her suspicions. She took a step forward, entering the field of energy. It was not overly hot, but the power was undeniable. It effectively answered the only lingering question for her mission.
Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers were hosts for the Phoenix Force. That was the source of the energy signature from the shuttle incident. It was sure to cause some serious discussions among the Avengers, but Natasha had already made up her mind. This vision and the power behind it were worth pursuing.
‘Power corrupts. Everyone says it. Most of Russian history proves it. But it’s a simplistic explanation in a complicated universe. It assumes a lot about those who wield power. As an Avenger who fights alongside super soldiers and gods, I know how flawed that idea is. As a spy, I also know how assumptions tend to disguise themselves as expectations.’
Officially, her mission was over. According to protocol, Black Widow was to leave the scene and return to Avengers Manor. She had no further reason to remain. Nick Fury, Maria Hill, and Steve Rogers were likely waiting for her.
However, those protocols were in shambles. Everything she thought she knew about X-Corp, Scott Summers, and Jean Grey-Summers had changed. With change came opportunities and with opportunities came choices. As Black Widow, her choices were always limited. That was why she couldn’t be Black Widow at this point. She just had to be Natasha Romanov.
“If you want to leave now, I understand. I won’t stop you. I doubt I could if I tried,” said Scott.
“If I wanted to go, I’d be gone already,” Natasha said.
“And I appreciate that. I hope it means we’ve established a connection. You don’t have to call it trust or friendship. As far as I’m concerned, this doesn’t have to go beyond mutual benefit.”
“I have the data drive. I verified that it’s valid. What other benefits do I need?”
“The fact that you’re still here means you know I have more to offer. With the Phoenix Force, I can give you something aside from your mission…something I hope will strengthen our connection moving forward.”
“Does it need to be stronger than this?” Natasha asked skeptically.
“It doesn’t have to,” he conceded, “but it would be helpful if it did…more so for you than me.”
The former X-Men leader extended his hand. Like the rest of his body, it glowed brilliantly in an aura of cosmic flame. Natasha moved in closer. The heat intensified, but not to the point of burning anything. Whatever he was offering required another choice on her part, albeit one that included trust.
As a spy who also had a lengthy history with treachery and betrayal, it was asking a lot. At the same time, it felt like something she needed to try, just to remind herself that she could trust in someone without it backfiring.
“You sound very certain, Mr. Summers,” Natasha said as she looked at his hand.
“That’s one of the benefits of cosmic perspective. You see things that aren’t always apparent.”
“It better not involve reading my mind.”
“It doesn’t,” said Scott firmly. “It just involves sharing a little cosmic insight with you…as well as some of the other benefits.”
“Other benefits, you say?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I could tell you, outright,” said Scott, “or you could take a chance with me, just as I did with you. I can’t promise much, but I can promise it’ll give you an incentive to believe in X-Corp.”
There was that loaded subject again, making promises to a master spy. Again, Natasha’s first instinct was to refuse. Thus far, all her usual instincts had failed her on this mission. Trusting them now almost seemed foolish.
Scott Summers had already delivered on one lofty promise. That gave him some credibility. He dared her to give him more, but left the decision up to her. A master spy rarely made decisions beyond protocol, but a master spy also trusted their gut when protocol failed.
“I’m either going to regret this or scold myself for overthinking it,” Natasha said.
“Do what you think is right, Agent Romanov,” said Scott with a confident smile.
She cast the mission aside. She muted those hardened instincts that she’d honed over a lifetime of experience. In an act that defied everything the Red Room had done to her, Natasha accepted Scott’s gesture and grasped his hand.
Almost immediately, she felt something. However, none of those feelings included regret.
“Bozhe moi!” Natasha gasped.
Her hand now in his, the same fiery halo that had surrounded Scott flowed into her. It was hot, but it didn’t burn her in the slightest. It was like being plugged into a new source of power, her mind and body becoming supercharged like a batter that had been running at half capacity. Along with that feeling came thoughts, memories, and insights that had never crossed her mind. As it sunk in, Natasha Romanov gained a sense of awareness that brought tears to her eyes.
It was incredible.
It was overwhelming.
More than anything else, it was revealing.
“It burns, but it feels good too,” she said as she squeezed her hand.
“That’s to be expected,” said Scott with a humored grin.
“Is it also normal for some areas to feel better than others?”
“That’s more like a side-effect…a very pleasant side-effect.”
In an act that would’ve shocked the Hulk out of his rage, Natasha cracked a smile. She hadn’t smiled in quite some time. It was refreshing, if not sobering. It also compounded those feelings she’d mentioned, namely the one between her legs.
However, the Phoenix Force did more than just make her horny. A Kree spy once told the Avengers that the Phoenix was a force of creation and destruction. Those who encountered it often experienced destruction part. It was meant to fix what wasn’t working, burning away something old so that something new could be reborn. For her, it had little do with ravaging planets and everything to do with burning through the many scars on her soul.
‘I’ve killed. I’ve lied. I’ve betrayed those who trusted me. I’ve loved as much as I’ve hated…lied as much as I’ve revealed. I thought I was broken. The damage the Red Room did to me was permanent. Now, I see the truth. Through this…through these flames…the damage is still there, but I am not broken.’
That profound realization was more precious than any intel. It inspired more tears beyond what she thought she could shed. All those burdens and losses she’d endured, from every drop of blood she’d spilled and every painful choice she’d made, came into focus. Like an overdue reminder, Natasha Romanov affirmed that her soul might have been scarred, but it was still intact.
The impact of that realization hit her harder than she’d ever trained for. As she marveled at the insights, she moved in closer to Scott. Still holding his hand, she looked into his glowing eyes with a mix of gratitude and awe. At the same time, those side-effects he mentioned intensified. She could’ve easily repressed them. She certainly had the discipline. Once again, she broke protocol.
“Mr. Summers,” she said in her deep Russian accent.
“Yes, Agent Romanov?” said Scott with a knowing grin.
“You and your wife…your relationship is still flexible?” she asked him.
“I had a feeling you’d know that,” he laughed. “And yes, your intel is correct.”
Her gaze took on a more seductive demeanor. Free from protocol, Natasha had a chance to pursue her own mission. Unlike every mission SHIELD had ever given her, this one had a simple, uncomplicated objective.
“Then, please…have sex with me,” said Natasha while pawing his bare chest. “Let me show you how we keep warm in Russia.”
“Well, I’m not Russian, but I’m happy to learn,” said Scott as he caressed her face. “We can treat it as part of the process for improving Avengers/X-Men relations.”
“I’d rather just treat it as hot sex for a woman with a cold heart.”
With those words, the sexual tension boiled over. Natasha, always one to stay a step ahead, unzipped her skin-tight uniform. Starting at the top just below her neck, she slowly exposed her naked flesh within the glowing halo of the Phoenix. It was like emerging from a cocoon. Her breasts came tumbling out, her nipples already erect with arousal. Scott, being an American man in close proximity to female breasts, eagerly admired the sight. Being more chivalrous than most Americans she knew, he also helped her peel the tight-fitting outfit off her shapely body.
Along the way, she removed her stingers, her boots, and the wrist-mounted computer. It was like shedding the persona of Black Widow temporarily, allowing her to just be Natasha Romanov. It felt liberating, kicking aside the clothing and tools that made her more spy than woman. It also exposed her to a more intimate touch.
Now wearing only her black panties, Scott wrapped his powerful arms around her and kissed her hungrily on the lips. She kissed back, daring to use the kind of tongue that would make a French double agent blush. She also pawed his chest, feeling around his masculine sinews as though they were a mission objective.
As she got a feel for his body, Scott did the same with hers, exploring her feminine curves with his hands. He paid close attention to her hips and breasts, pinching one of her nipples to evoke a soft gasp. Every touch brought more energy. Between the flames of the Phoenix Force and the fire in the fireplace, the air was hot in a way that only a Russian could appreciate.
‘I can still feel. I am not numb from a lifetime of lies and deceit. After everything I’ve done, I shouldn’t know such comfort. And yet, it feels so right…and necessary.’
In the midst of the kissing and touching, the Russian super-spy worked her way to Scott’s pants and removed them. That revealed the extent of his arousal. His penis was already hard. She felt it rub against her thigh. It had been quite away since she felt a man’s intimate flesh touch hers. It was enough to warrant stepping up the timeline of their mission.
“Scott,” Natasha said, breaking the kiss, “lay me down on the rug.”
“You prefer here instead of the master bedroom?” Scott asked.
“On a cold night, in front of a roaring fire, atop of thick rug…I cannot imagine a more appropriate setting.”
Scott smiled at her tastes in intimate setting. Some might have called it a kink, preferring to have sex on a hard floor rather than a soft bed. Given her hardened nature, it seemed fitting.
The former X-Men leader offered no protest. He channeled some of that distinct American bravado and lifted her up in his arms, grabbing hold of her butt. He barely broke a sweat when he laid her down on the soft red rug. He even kept her close to the fireplace, as though keeping her warm was as much a priority as pleasing her. He must have read up on satisfying Russian women.
“I’m going to take your panties off,” he told her as he hovered over her. “Then, I’d like to give you oral sex.”
“I’d like that too, Mr. Summers,” she said with a seductive grin.
“You can call me Scott.”
“You’re going to put your mouth on my genitals. You can call me Natasha.”
They shared a good laugh. It was her first shared laugh in quite a while. Laughter quickly gave way to anticipation as Scott demonstrated more sensual skill.
He kissed her again, trailing his lips down her face and neck. Like a man on a mission of his own, he worked his way down her upper body, stopping only to give her nipples another pinch and squeeze. That earned him another moan as she elevated her hips, silently guiding him to his next objective.
Once he reached her torso, Scott grasped the side of her panties and slid them down her shapely thighs. In addition to rendering her fully naked, it also revealed the extent of her own desire.
“You’re so wet,” Scott commented.
“It’s been a long time…longer than I care to admit,” Natasha told him.
“Then, I’d better make this worth the wait.”
He sounded determined. Natasha could see why he led the X-Men. Some men simply follow protocol. Others forge their own.
Scott treated giving her oral sex with the same urgency as a high-stakes mission. As she lay flat on her back, her legs spread extra-wide, he grabbed hold of her hips and focused his attention on her pussy. Without a shred of hesitation or restraint, he once again delivered as he said. It might have been the most kept promises she’d gotten from anyone in ages.
“Ooh yes!” Natasha moaned out, along with a string of incoherent Russian.
The pleasure that followed reminded her just how long it had been. With a codename like Black Widow, finding an intimate partner was tricky, even for someone with her beauty. Tony Stark once commented that she was the most attractive woman in history who rarely got laid. She almost shot him for that comment. It was a good thing she didn’t because she needed this.
Scott’s skills continued to impress. The man knew female anatomy. He was so concise, using his lips and tongue to stimulate her inner folds, finding her most sensitive areas and attacking them as though they were weak points. It got her hotter and wetter than she’d been since her last mission to the Savage Land. He lapped up those feminine juices like fresh honey. At one point, he lifted up her hips and gorged on her pussy as though it were his favorite treat.
‘I don’t know if this is another side-effect or if Jean Grey gave him extensive training. Either way, she has my envy and my gratitude.’
Natasha shuddered and moaned at the hot, sensual sensations that coursed through her body. She didn’t flinch at the sound of gunfire, but feelings of pleasure got her writhing in a way that only harsh interrogation could match. She grasped the carpet and fondled her breasts, soaking in the intense feeling. He already had her on the brink of orgasm.
Natasha was used to men disappointing her. It was almost as common as men who tried to kill her. Scott Summers was exceeding her expectations. There weren’t many men like that in this tumultuous world. Such a man deserved nothing less than the best sex a Russian super-spy could offer.
“Scott…I’m close,” she told him breathlessly. “But I want your cock inside me. I want to be riding it…when I come.”
“As you wish, Natasha,” Scott said, briefly looking up from her inner thighs.
He gave her moist slit one last lick, as if to affirm his commitment to the mission. The onus was now on her to match it. As Black Widow, she had every intention of completing the objectives at hand.
As soon as he got back on top of her, the Russian beauty threw her arms and legs around him, captured his lips in hungry kiss, and rolled him over. Now, she was the one on top, their naked bodies glowing perfectly in the light of the fire. Scott gazed up at her with his glowing eyes with awe and desire, gently tracing his hands up her thighs and hips. He didn’t have to say a word. He told her with his eyes that he trusted her to get the job done.
Never one to hesitate in a critical moment, Natasha elevated her hips and aligned her outer folds with his erect cock. As soon as she felt their intimate flesh touch, she grabbed hold of his torso and plunged her hips downward, driving his manhood into her depths.
“Ooh Natasha!” Scott moaned.
His reaction was expected. Men only had so many reactions upon feeling a hot, wet vagina around their cock. Hers was different. Natasha surprised herself by how she reacted to the feeling.
‘I’m doing it. I’m having sex…on a mission…with a man who hasn’t tried to kill me. It’s different, but there’s something about it that feels…different.’
A new rush of energy took hold. Their flesh now entwined and her grip on him secured, she unleashed her desire with a focus she usually saved for combat. She rode his cock hard, working her hips and torso with the skill of a Russian ballerina. She panted heavily with each movement. Her breasts bounced with each motion. Scott watched her elaborate display, still doing his part by feeling up her naked body with his strong hands, finding the parts of her flesh that she wanted touched.
She’d been close to coming already. Just as she found the right rhythm, it happened. An intense, toe-curling orgasm washed over her like a warm blanket in the middle of a Russian blizzard.
“Oohhh yes!” Natasha exclaimed, her voice echoing with a rare and special kind of pleasure.
It was a powerful feeling. She arched her back, closed her eyes, and cried out to the same heavens she thought had abandoned her. Her inner muscles throbbed hard around Scott’s member. Her naked skin burned hot with blissful feelings. It was the kind of heat that only a Russian woman could appreciate.
The way her body reacted was the antithesis of her training. In that moment, she was completely vulnerable, lost in a feeling of bliss after being taught to endure torment. She’d had sex on missions before. She’d even done it in her personal life during those brief periods when she thought she could have one. In all those intimate moments, those fleeting bits of pleasure carried limited meaning. This feeling had something else within the ecstasy…something that stuck her hardened Russian heart to its core.
‘This is it. This is the missing piece. Just when I thought I’d broken myself…just when I thought I was past the point of no return…I’ve found it again.’
It was every bit as overwhelming as the orgasm. As Natasha took in this profound feeling, Scott rose up and embraced her. With the same tactful care as before, he wrapped his arms around her and tasted her womanly flesh with his lips. Such affection alongside their fleshly union helped complete the feeling.
“Natasha…are you okay?” Scott asked her while caressing her face.
The orgasm had since passed, but the effects remained. In another gesture that was antithetical to her role as Black Widow, she smiled at him.
“Da,” she told him. “I couldn’t be better.”
“Just making sure,” he said, smiling back. “Things can get intense with the Phoenix.”
“So I’ve noticed,” said Natasha, “but I can handle it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course!” she said without hesitation. “The mission is not complete, last I checked. And the Black Widow never leaves a mission unfinished.”
She spoke with a seductive undertone that, when combined with her Russian accent, few American men could resist. Scott was stronger than most, so it wasn’t necessary. It still got her point across and he did not dare question her dedication to completing the mission.
Protocol had collapsed.
Objectives had changed.
Her renewed mission parameters were clear. She and Scott Summers were going to have the kind of sex that could warm the Siberian tundra.
‘He gave me something I thought I’d lost. I’ve already given him my trust…the most precious asset that any spy can give. At this point, giving him good sex is simply a bonus objective.’
Natasha still took to that task with the same determination she channeled for every mission. There was no further need for negotiations or guidance. Lust, desire, and a basic need to stay warm on a cold night did the rest.
They remained atop the rug and in front of the fire, kissing messily while eagerly groping one another’s naked flesh. Her lower body was still reeling from her first orgasm, but that didn’t stop her from re-establishing the focused rhythm she’d found earlier. Scott even embraced it with her.
While still in that upright position, their naked bodies rocked and moved to the feeling. Natasha worked her hips while Scott used his muscular arms to augment every movement. Together, they maintained those intimate movements as they rolled around atop the rug, their sex taking new forms in various positions. One moment, Scott was on top, humping her with the same focused intensity that she’d employed when she rode him. In another, she was on top again, working her hips as only a well-trained Russian spy could.
At some point, Scott achieved orgasm as well. However, it did little to break his focus. He didn’t change the nature or spirit of their sex. He just slowed the movements briefly, tightened his hold on her, and let out a euphoric grunt that filled the room.
“Natasha…” he gasped in the midst of his ecstasy.
She noticed his eyes flash when he climaxed. If Natasha weren’t already sharing in the ecstasy, she might have laughed. Instead, she just smiled and caressed his clean-shaven face, enjoying the feeling of his mainly fluid filling her depths. It offered a special kind of warmth, which was vital for quality sex in Russia. It also fueled her desire for more.
She learned quickly that Scott was not the kind of man to come once and leave it at that. Whether due to the Phoenix Force or his continued dedication to completing the mission, he remained both willing and able for continued intimacy. Natasha still did her part, their flesh parting briefly so that she could give him oral sex. However, once he was hard again, she got back on top of him and rode him again.
“Scott…so dedicated and determined,” Natasha purred.
“To complete this mission…I’ll do what I must,” he said with a confidence that Tony Stark would envy.
She matched that American bravado with more Russian sensuality, showing off more flexibility as she rode his cock in new positions. She was even playful in their sex, a welcome feeling that seemed like an affront to every tradition of spy-craft. However, that idea of her scoffing at the brutal world of espionage that so defined her made their sex even more satisfying.
As their sexual antics played out, their gaze often met. In his eyes, she saw the glowing energy that was usually covered by his ruby-quartz glasses. Despite the glow, Natasha saw an intensity that she didn’t see in many men. They were the eyes of a man who could lead, love, and connect with others. He didn’t look at her the same way Tony Stark looked at one of his meaningless dalliance. When Scott gazed upon her, he saw a woman worth sharing this feeling…this powerful this connection to something bigger than any mission.
‘That lost connection between my soul and my mission…it’s still there. Scott helped me see it and now I see the world through new eyes. To do all this and give me great sex…for once, my skills fail me and it feels so good.’
Objectives aside, Natasha dared to enjoy the last leg of her mission. Their naked bodies entwined, they made plenty of heat together. She had at least two more orgasms over the course of their shared experience. She attributed that largely to an accumulation of needs that hadn’t been met in quite some time, but still gave Scott plenty of credit.
He certainly enjoyed his share of ecstasy. She couldn’t tell how many additional orgasms he enjoyed, but the cumulative mix of fluids within her womb hinted he got his share. Like her, he never deviated from the critical objectives. Together, with their shared desire and a stamina forged through many battles, they achieved what they sought.
He didn’t stop until she was satisfied.
She didn’t stop until he was satisfied.
It wasn’t clear at which point they achieved that satisfaction. Like any well-trained soldier or spy, they relied on their instincts. When that final bit of desire was met, the movements ceased and they shared one last heated kiss. Like a flame consuming its last ounce of fuel, it burned bright.
“Vek zhivi, vek uchis, Scott,” Natasha said after their lips parted.
“What does that mean?” Scott asked, still breathless.
“It’s Russian. It means live for a century, learn for a century,” she said. “From a woman who has lived, loved, and fought longer than most…there are still lessons to learn. And you just taught me one.”
Scott smiled at her words. She smiled back. Those smiles lingered as they caught their breath and laid down in front of the fireplace. Their flesh had parted, but their naked bodies remained entwined. Natasha laid on her side, staring at the flame while Scott lay behind her, his hand still gently trailing down her waist and thigh.
That warm, intimate touch reinforced the lesson she’d just learned. Given her age and experience, such profound lessons were hard to come by. When they did, they carried a lot of weight.
“Well, I’d say this has been a successful mission for both of us,” said Scott.
“I would agree,” said Natasha, “and just so you know, having my trust does not mean there will be more follow-up missions like this.”
“I wasn’t going to assume otherwise.”
“However, that does not necessarily preclude such missions,” she told him in her seductive Russian accent. “Your efforts at X-Corp will bring great change. Both SHIELD and the Avengers will take note of it. I’ll be on your side, but my voice only carries so much weight.”
“I understand. Believe me, Jean and I have not forgotten the bigger picture. We have every intention of aligning our efforts with our allies and partners.”
Scott sounded confident, but determined. Having given him her trust, Natasha believed him. Between the information she’d gathered from X-Corp and the connection she’d just made, there were many changes on the horizon. She had just experienced part of it. She knew as well as any master spy that there was plenty more to come.
“And I hope you succeed. I really do,” said Natasha. “Speaking of your wife, where is she? My intel said she would be present. You might have missed out on bedding two beautiful redheads tonight.”
“I know. It’s a shame,” Scott said with a sigh, “but there’s a good reason for that. Jean had a mission of her own tonight.”
“What kind of mission?” Natasha asked curiously.
“The kind that will ensure you won’t be the only one speaking for X-Corp.”
Iowa – Hawkeye’s Apartment
“Yes! Ooh yes! Right there, Clint! Right there!”
Jean Grey-Summers hadn’t squealed with such glee since her honeymoon. She was about to climax for a second time in under five minutes. Even for a young woman with an active sex life, a loving husband, and a cosmic force, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. She hadn’t anticipated Clint “Hawkeye” Barton to be so talented in the art of oral sex. Given his accurate nature, she should’ve expected it.
‘This is going even better than I’d hoped. Scott knew he faced an uphill battle in winning Black Widow’s trust. I didn’t expect his former partner to make it this easy for me, but he sure has made it rewarding!’
It might have been the best possible scenario for her second business trip on behalf of X-Corp. She’d arrived in Waverly, Iowa, hoping to catch up with Hawkeye during one of his visits to his hometown. He didn’t travel home very often, but it was one of the few occasions when he was alone. There was nobody from the Avengers or his former team, the Defenders, to distract him. She saw it as the best time to meet with him one-on-one and forge a new connection, just as Scott sought to secure one with Black Widow.
They’d even agreed to make a similar pitch. They would present X-Corp as a new connection between the mutant affairs and the larger superhero community. For too long, there had been a long list unspoken rules that both sides followed. The Avengers and X-Men often maintained those invisible lines. X-Corp was poised to remove them. While Scott expected Black Widow to need extra convincing, she didn’t expect Clint to embrace their partnership so eagerly.
Then again, Jean had been the one to offer sex as a means of sealing the deal. However, it hadn’t been her explaining the open nature of her and Scott’s marriage that won him over. Once he learned that Scott had slept with Black Widow, he couldn’t accept her invitation fast enough.
‘I must have really struck a chord. We spend two hours talking about X-Corp, X-men, the Avengers, and how to unite them. He gives me attitude every step of the way. Then, I bring up Natasha. The next thing I know, he wants to full take advantage of my open relationship with Scott. He even promises to give me the best casual fuck a married woman could ask for. I thought he was just giving me more attitude, but…’
She struggled to keep her thoughts coherent. Clint was doing too good a job eating her pussy out. He kept flicking his tongue in and out of her moist folds, hitting every sensitive spot with perfect precision. It had already brought her to orgasm once, but the cocky Avenger just had to go the extra mile.
The serious conversation that began at the former site of the Carson Carnival of Traveling Wonders had led to the bedroom of his apartment. They’d arrived moments ago, having flown over the evening traffic thanks to her telekinesis and Phoenix powers. Shortly after they arrived, their clothes started coming off.
Somewhere between the front door and the bedroom, Clint stripped Jean down to her panties. Before they reached the bed, she’d removed everything expected his boxers via telekinesis. That was when he offered to go down on her. However, the way he’d presented it made it sound less like an offer and more like a necessary step.
Necessary or not, Jean had another orgasm and Clint’s marksmanship took on a whole new dimension.
“See? I told you my tongue is just as accurate as my arrows,” he said to her.
Jean barely heard him. She replied with another orgasmic cry that reverberated throughout his apartment. With her legs hitched back, she clenched the wrinkled sheets of his bed and soaked in the pleasure that followed. She could sense Clint watching her with a smug grin, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. A man who could make a woman climax twice through oral sex alone deserved to be smug.
“I never get tired of that,” said Clint, “and I hope this makes me a valuable ally for X-Corp.”
“It does, Clint. It really, really does!” Jean said with gleeful enthusiasm.
As the blissful feeling washed over her, Jean took extra satisfaction in securing another ally for X-Corp. Tony Stark might have been a valuable donor, but his connections to the Avengers were just as vital. He also made clear that he could help X-Corp more as a wealthy donor than a card-carrying Avenger.
She and Scott wanted the Avengers as allies. However, that meant making connections with active members who were less aloof than Iron Man. In a rare show of self-awareness, Tony advised against making himself X-Corp’s strongest advocates in the Avengers. They might have appreciated Iron Man for his firepower and bank account, but they didn’t appreciate Tony Stark nearly as much. They needed other voices on the team who would speak for them.
Black Widow and Hawkeye might not have been the most influential members on the team, but they were notoriously difficult to work with. Everyone who had ever been an Avenger understood that. Winning their trust went a long way towards proving X-Corp’s worth. Scott had done his part with Black Widow. She had every intention of doing the same for Hawkeye.
“Mmm…that hit the spot!” Jean purred as her second orgasm passed.
“Like I always say, I don’t miss,” said Hawkeye as he wiped her feminine juices from his face.
“I don’t doubt that. Not that I did before, but…well, let’s just say I have a new appreciation for precision.”
“Trust me, you’re not the first woman to say that.”
“I still hope to be the first maximize its benefits,” said Jean, “and don’t think for a minute that oral sex is the only reason I offered myself to you…although, it’s certainly a nice bonus!”
Jean, excited and energized by her orgasm, rose up from the bed and drew the veteran Avenger into her embrace. He accepted her gesture, looking quite taken by the presence of a naked redheaded woman. Knowing she wasn’t the first redhead he’d been attracted to probably helped earn his trust. The promise of sex only added to his intrigue.
While Jean pawed his chest and wiped her juices from his face, Clint explored her naked body with his hands. He paid extra attention to her butt. She suspected that seeing Black Widow in skin-tight outfits over the years gave him a strong appreciation for shapely feminine butts. It also showed in the sizable erection bulging from his boxers. She further added to his arousal by rubbing her thigh up against his bulge, heightening his desire even more.
“You’re a notoriously difficult teammate, Mr. Barton,” Jean said to him. “Those aren’t my words, by the way. They’re direct quotes from other Avengers, past and present.”
“Yeah, I already know who you’re referring to,” he said, not hiding his reaction to her intimate touching. “Some have used less tactful words.”
“As someone who has had her share of difficult teammates, I understand completely.”
“Let me guess…Wolverine?”
“It doesn’t matter who, but even with him, I’ve learned to appreciate what makes people difficult in the first place. It’s kind of like appreciating what turns them on during sex. Everyone has a particular method.”
To prove her point, she kissed down his neck and nibbled on his ear. It was a quirk she sensed he liked, but didn’t articulate. Hawkeye’s reaction was strong. He let out a light gasp and squeezed her butt even harder. Jean could even feel it in his cock, which throbbed even harder under her touch. He was clearly convinced.
“That…makes so much sense.”
“In you, I see more than just the kinks,” Jean went on. “You’re a man of incredible skill and unparalleled precision, but the targets aren’t always there. You go out looking for them, but you don’t always find them. Even when they find you, they never lead you where you want to go…so you keep looking.”
“I’m pretty sure I know my next target right now,” Hawkeye said while squeezing her butt.
“And I trust you’ll hit it accurately. What my husband and I seek with X-Corp are targets nobody has attempted to find. It’s not about waiting for the next crisis, be it a Sentinel attack or a Kree invasion. It’s about making connections between mutants, humans, and superheroes alike…finding what helps everyone prosper.”
“Jean, you convinced me of X-Corp’s vision before I saw you naked,” he said. “You don’t need to belabor it…unless belaboring involves you staying naked for the rest of the evening.”
“Don’t worry. My panties are staying off,” Jean said with a humored laugh.
To reassure him, she guided one of his hands from her butt to her inner thighs. It allowed him to feel that she was still very aroused, even after two orgasms. He would have other opportunities to employ his marksmanship in a more intimate level.
“I bring this up because X-Corp’s vision is akin to an impossible shot…a feat nobody thinks is feasible, given the divisions between the Avengers, the X-Men, and mutant issues,” said Jean.
“And you think I can help with that, even on a team with Captain freakin’ America,” Clint pointed out.
“Captain America is a great hero who I’m sure appreciates our vision,” Jean said, “but you, a man who makes impossible shots every day, canunderstand the potential of that vision. That’s why I want you to help bridge those divisions.”
“You’re still assuming my teammates will listen to me more than Cap,” he pointed out.
“That’s exactly why I’m giving you so much incentive,” she said in a more seductive tone.
Having teased the experienced Avenger enough, Jean slipped out of his arms, turned around, and got on all fours. Then, in an act that perfectly catered to Clint’s intimate tastes, she playfully shook her ass at him. Being a telepath, she could sense his lust going into overdrive.
“Damn! That’s a hell of an incentive,” said Hawkeye.
“Then, what are you waiting for?” she asked seductively. “You’ve got a big arrow in your quiver. Take it out and have a shot!”
The skilled archer probably would’ve laughed it he wasn’t so turned on. Jean might have made her point too well because he practically tore off his boxers, his bulging manhood finally freed. Now as naked as her, he narrowed his gaze on her with the same intensity he would with any target.
“Just so you know…I’m just as accurate with this,” Clint said intently.
“You better be,” Jean said, goading him even more.
Armed with his focused desire, the skilled marksman got behind her and took aim with his rigid cock. Jean squeezed the bed sheets in anticipation, eager to once again enjoy the fruits of Hawkeye’s uncanny accuracy. Like a man with something to prove, he firmly grabbed her hips with both hands, propped himself up on his knees, and aligned his cock with her pussy.
Then, with a single targeted thrust, he entered her. Again, he hit his mark perfectly.
“Ooh Clint!” Jean squealed with immense delight.
“Yeah! That’s a hot…hot target!” he grunted.
His proverbial arrow filled her proverbial quiver perfectly. He hit every nerve on his way in, penetrating deep and stimulating parts of her womanhood that weren’t easily stimulated. It was so overwhelming that Jean’s eyes widened with shock. However, she barely had time to process the initial surge. Hawkeye was already rocking her body, the bed, and her world with a special kind of sex.
It was not the reckless, chaotic sex that Jean had enjoyed before. Clint approached fucking her the same way he approached marksmanship. Just as he made every arrow count, he made every thrust count. He didn’t just mindlessly hump. He skillfully worked his manhood inside her folds, making sure to hit every sensitive spot. He clearly remembered all the spots he’d found while giving her oral sex. That might have been the sexual equivalent of gathering intel.
“You see?” he said, leaning over and whispering into her ear. “I…never…miss!”
“You don’t! Oohhh you really, really don’t!” Jean cooed.
As she savored every motion, she also made sure to share in the effort. She twerked her hips alongside his thrusting, which made her butt shake in way Clint definitely appreciated. She loved how he squeezed her hips with every thrust. That was something Scott did too. It added something unique to their sex. Given the nature of this partnership, it seemed fitting.
The resulting sensations flowed freely and strongly. At one point, Clint leaned over and kissed her neck. Jean replied with more blissful moans. She ended up grabbing the headboard, which had been banging against the wall with very thrust. Even as the bed rocked, she reached between her legs with one hand to fondle her clit to complete the stimulation.
It was so intense.
It was so thorough.
It was so deep.
She climaxed again with ease, but she doubted Clint noticed. He was the same guy who never missed a shot when armies of Hydra, AIM, and Ultron drones attacked. He was not easily distracted. A man with that kind of focus wasn’t going to lose sight of his objective. That didn’t mean that Jean couldn’t tweak the incentives.
“Clint…my ass,” she said in her orgasmic daze.
“Jean…” Clint gasped, still focused, but acknowledging he heard her.
“Do my ass!” Jean urged him. “Test…your accuracy…there!”
He took that as both an invitation and a challenge. Never one to back down from a more daunting target, he withdrew his cock from her still-dripping pussy and aimed it at her anus.
Just as before, Clint aligned his member perfectly. Also, like before, he entered her with a single targeted thrust. Once again, he hit his target perfectly. He penetrated her butt with ease, stretching her inner muscles and filling her with a fresh round of sensations.
“Damn!” Hawkeye grunted through his focus. “Your ass…so tight!”
“Yes! Oohhh yes! Do my ass, Clint!” Jean urged him. “Do it…until you come!”
Again, he rose to the occasion. Just as before, he made every thrust count. He worked his throbbing cock inside her tight ass with perfect precision, delivering the perfect amount of penetration along with the perfect pace of movement.
It helped that his dick was covered in her feminine juices, of which she’d released plenty thanks to multiple orgasms. Any discomfort she might have felt was overshadowed by his perfectly targeted sex. She still did her part, bucking her hips and arching her back so that he could get in at the perfect angle. She even used her flexibility to lean back and kiss him, showing her appreciation for such accuracy. Even in his focused state, Clint returned the gesture.
Through his sensual marksmanship, her body rocked with his in a steady flow of sexual energy. Like preparing for the perfect shot, the skilled archer worked his way towards the perfect release. He exercised uncanny patience and discipline. He wasn’t going to blow his load until the timing and targeting was perfect. Who knew such talents in archery translated so well into sex?
Finally, as he drew closer, Jean sensed the pace of their sex intensify. She could also feel his cock throbbing inside her ass, aching for a release. He was just about ready to fire his shot.
“Jean, I…I’m close!” Hawkeye grunted. “I…I want to shoot it…on your tits!”
“Mmm…good choice of target!” Jean purred.
His tastes extended beyond shapely female asses. Attitude or not, Clint Barton had specific tastes when it came to intimacy.
Eager to accommodate, she held on for the last round of thrust. When she sensed him cross that final threshold, he withdrew from her ass and she quickly turned over so that her tits were aligned with his cock. From there, he grabbed his cock with his right hand and aimed it right at her chest. She even made it tricky for him, mashing her breasts together and looking up at him with a seductive gaze that was only possible after multiple orgasms.
“I’m ready, Clint,” she told him. “Go on! Fire your shot!”
“Ohhh fuck!” he gasped as his patience and focus finally paid off.
Finally, the skilled marksman climaxed. Jean watched as his expression became awash in ecstasy and his body shuddered under the weight of the feeling. Even as the surge of pleasure rushed through him, he didn’t miss his target.
In another act of stunning talent, he released his seminal load with pinpoint accuracy. A thick, yet smooth streak of cum shot out from his dick and landed perfectly between her breasts. Some ended up on her chin. It was quite a spectacle, but one that proved Hawkeye’s remarkable skills. Someone with that kind of skill would surely be a valuable ally to X-Corp.
“Wow!” Jean said as she gathered his cum with her finger. “I didn’t doubt that you’d hit your mark. And yet, I’m still amazed!”
“Glad…I could make an impression,” said Hawkeye, still breathless as he enjoyed his peak.
“I hope I made one too. I want X-Corp to be something special…something that X-Men and Avengers alike can get behind. For that, we’ll need more than just allies. We’ll need genuine, intimate ties.”
“Intimate…right,” said Clint with a satisfied grin.
No longer lost in his focus, he laughed with Jean. Some playful gestures followed. Jean sensually licked up his fluid, just as he’d done with her during his oral teasing. She also embraced him once more, giving him sensual kiss on the cheek to convey both affection and intimacy.
They ended up laying in the center of his bed, needing to catch their breath and soak in the feeling. Jean remained curled up to his side. Clint took full advantage of that position, resting a hand on her butt. By all accounts, this new connection was complete. X-Corp had another voice on their behalf in the Avengers. Her efforts with Hawkeye had been as successful as Scott’s efforts with Black Widow.
They were well on their way to pursuing X-Corp’s vision. They had powerful allies and they’d given those allies some powerful incentives. It boded well for X-Corp’s future. It also ensured her and Scott’s sex life would remain active.
“Just out of curiosity, do you and your husband seal every new partnership with sex?” asked Hawkeye as he caught his breath.
“Well, we certainly don’t plan to do it in every case,” said Jean, “just the ones we think will be most beneficial.”
“And you think sleeping with me qualifies?”
“I don’t just think it. I know it!” she said, now resting her chin on his chest.
“What makes you so certain?” he asked curiously.
“Well, I could just lay here naked for the rest of the night and explain how a cosmic force gave me a new perspective,” she told him, “or we could have sex again and you can ask Black Widow the next time you see her. Because trust me…she already knows!”
Unknown Location
“So dark…so desolate…nothing but death, sorrow, and misery. I love it!”
That was not the typical reaction someone had when they visited Limbo. Then again, Cletus Kasady was not a typical person. Even the old Hellfire Club deemed him too unstable to work with. His propensity for murder, death, and chaos were too much for them to handle. To Madelyne Pryor, that made him a perfect fit for her plans.
She’d prepared a special area in Limbo to entice the deranged killer. It was not the same stronghold that Belasco had used. Madelyne learned from her experience with Emma Frost that she couldn’t build her purpose on the foundations of others. She needed to forge her own. Thanks to some of the power she’d usurped from Belasco and Sinister, she created a series of chambers near Limbo’s most volatile fire pits.
The chambers had been carved out of volcanic rock and shaped into castle-like structures. Inside, she’d tapped some resources from the Hellfire Club to create a dungeon-like area, complete with chains, shackles, and beds with straps. However, Madelyne did not intend to use these chambers as prison cells. She had something more creative in mind.
“What you see before you is an exercise in defiance, Mr. Kasady,” said the Goblin Queen as she guided him into the chamber. “I believe that’s something you appreciate more than most.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, lady. I defy a lot of shit,” Cletus said with a humored chuckled.
“That’s exactly what makes you so menacing in the eyes of others. They look at you and they see someone who actively revolts against the order of things. Everything good, decent, and moral…you spit on all of it and laugh every step of the way.”
“My therapist tells me it’s a personality disorder. I just tell her it’s what makes me so lovable…before I killed her, that is.”
“I understand this disorder better than most. I also understand why some are inclined to revolt against what everyone says is correct. They see the differently. They see themselves differently. It’s not a flaw. It’s something stronger than that.”
“I’m both intrigued and extremely turned on right now,” said Cletus. “This might be the most turned on I’ve been without seeing a pool of blood.”
“Good. That saves me the trouble of tempting you to join my struggle. And make no mistake…that struggle will require a lot of bloodshed.”
Cletus was practically seething with interest. He was the complete opposite of Emma Frost and Daken. Those two had resisted her efforts. Cletus seemed all too eager to join her.
However, going along with her plans wasn’t enough. Channeling his bloodlust wasn’t enough, either. To maximize the violent potential of Cletus Kasady, Madelyne needed him to want what she wanted. He had to crave it more than he craved his next kill.
To that end, she prepared the next part of her enticement. She removed her cape, leaving her in just her boots, her gloves, and her bikini-like attire. She then made her way to the far end of the chamber where a series of shackles and chains hung from the wall. In what must have seemed like a role reversal for Cletus, she willingly restrained herself, fastening the shackles to her wrists and elevating them so that she stood prone and vulnerable to the deranged killer.
“Okay. I’m confused, but in the best possible way,” said Cletus with a devious grin.
“It’s fairly simple, Mr. Kasady,” said Madelyne. “I’m the prisoner now. You’re in Limbo. Chaos, bloodshed, and violence…that is no disorder here. That is the standard.”
“Are you telling me I’m normal here?” he scoffed. “Honestly, that pisses me off.”
“It should. On your own, you’re nothing special here. Your chosen purpose is mundane. However, with that alien symbiote in your hand…”
Madelyne let her words trail off. She let Cletus make the connections with that deranged mind of his. It didn’t take long. With a murderous glint in his eyes, he looked down at the spore he’d been holding since the prison break at Rykers. It was already reacting to being in Limbo. It took on a dark reddish hue. Some of it came from Cletus, but most of it came from Limbo’s chaotic environment.
It was unstable. Madelyne sensed it. Cletus was already unstable, but now he was being tempted to push himself in ways he’d never dared. He hadn’t even had the opportunity. It was an offer nobody else could give him.
Cletus had already made his choice. The symbiote made a choice as well. In that moment, the two separate beings merged into one, beginning a metamorphosis that Madelyne sought to guide. In a realm where dark desires and raging bloodlust shaped the landscape, a new creature of greater purpose was born.
“Yes! I’m feeling special now!” Cletus yelled as the symbiote consumed his body. “The power, the strength, the potential…together, we won’t just unleash carnage. We’ll be Carnage!”
“We often become what our purpose requires,” said Madelyne, grinning as she watched the transformation. “Right now, your need for carnage requires a catalyst. Come to me…ravage me…and I’ll gladly be your catalyst!”
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