The events of this story occur between Civil War and Infinity War. This is Part 16 of the 'An Avenger's...' series. However it can also be enjoyed out of context. So Enjoy!
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Crossing the bare landscape of an open field two Avengers trudged towards an invisible rendezvous; together but eternally out of step.
Feeling the distance from her companion, nevertheless Wanda Maximoff allowed the hypersexual redhead to lead the way; enjoying her view of the Black Widow's behind as they both strode onwards.
The Witch could feel inevitability closing in on them: having returned to her homeland of Sokovia the ever-rebellious young woman had allowed the UN to catch up. Wanda was unperturbed by government bureaucracy; her powers made evasion easy and every resettlement gave the brunette some alone time with her favourite Avenger. But with something vast stirring out in the darkness her time with Natasha felt increasingly precious... After all: Nothing lasts forever.
Rain matting her dark hair and soaking her coat Wanda tugged the garment tight around her shoulders, thigh high boots carving into the dirt as she walked. Ignoring the cold however, the Witch's only concern was reconnecting with her terse lover; sensing something else was wrong with her companion.
Reaching the rendezvous point both women came to an abrupt standstill. Raising her wrist Natasha search for an invisible button; finally deactivating the cloaking device that concealed her Quinjet. Watching the plane materialise out of thin air Wanda nodded appreciatively as the rear hatch unfolded before them, both woman stepping aboard the advanced vehicle and out of the oncoming storm.
Squeezing the rain from her long dark locks Wanda stumbled back as her companion brushed past to enter the cockpit. Observing the redhead's awkward gait concern creased the young woman's beautiful features; had Natasha been injured during their escape?
"I thought we had a deal?" the redhead growled coldly: "Stay close, check in... don't take any chances."
Taking the pilots seat the aggravated Avenger moaned as a hidden injury flared up from below, taking a brief moment to conceal her pain. Awkwardly strapping herself in the redhead flipped several switches in turn, powering up the jet as displays lit up all around her. Grasping the control lever Natasha eyed the complex instruments as rain pattered down on the convex glass above.
"I'm sorry," Wanda murmured: "I just needed time."
Twisting in her seat Natasha stared at the guilty brunette; had Wanda blown her cover on purpose??
Fuming Natasha returned her attention to the view screens as she lifted the Quinjet vertically into the air, pointing the plane's nose at the sky before quickly ascending into the foreboding clouds:
"Time for what?"
Leaning against the nearest bulkhead the youngest Avenger smiled sadly:
"Time with you..."
Softening slightly Natasha felt an uncomfortable twinge in her belly; sometimes she forgot how naive her lover still was:
"Look... I'm sorry. I had a rough time in Wakanda. And I didn't expect to have to fly around the world again to pick you up again!"
"Pick me up??"
Replying slyly Wanda slunk into the cockpit; enjoying how the flight harness supported and separated her lover's ample chest as her gaze rose up Natasha's body. The two finally connecting as Wanda fixed her companion with knowing eyes, the brunette smiled coyly. Natasha has always presented herself as outwardly formidable but Wanda knew how to peel back the layers of her facade to see the vulnerable girl underneath. Nevertheless the sexy Avenger attempted to ignore the manipulative Witch, setting in the autopilot's altitude and destination co-ordinates:
"Maybe we both just need some time together?" Wanda suggested playfully: "A little rendezvous..."
Enjoying the Sokovian girl's lilting accent Natasha felt a conspicuous hand alight on her thigh, the rain soaked fabric still cold against her pale skin. Rolling her eyes the redhead sighed: she had also forgotten how insatiable Wanda was as she blatantly pursued Natasha:
"Want to join the mile high club?"
Feeling those long elegant fingers slip upward to curve around her vagina Natasha held her breath. Suppressing her reaction she replied dryly as Wanda massaged her nethers, the girl's touch bringing forth pleasant goosebumps. Fingertips skimming the lips between her legs Natasha tried not to react as she was blatantly groped through the thin fabric of her tight black costume:
"You want me to crash this thing?"
Wanda impatiently ran her gaze over the redhead's beautiful features, fixing on those tired green eyes. Clearly Natasha wasn't as horny as she was; but she could fix that. Running her other hand through those wavy red locks the Witch whispered seductively into Natasha's ear, her own eyes glowing a lustful red:
"You know you can't resist me... just as I can't resist your ass!"
Bristling again Natasha was aggravated by the girl's impetuous assertion, swatting Wanda's hand away from her temple:
"You know your magic tricks don't work on me anymore."
Taken aback by her lover's steely reaction Wanda quickly tried to recant:
"Sorry-"
"-No fine!"
Flipping on the autopilot Natasha spun her seat around abruptly:
"You want to cause an international incident just so you can have me?!"
Standing up Natasha tugged open her rain soaked costume, the confused Witch caught between arousal and concern as her frustrated lover unfastened the zipper from between her breasts all the way down to her navel; had she misjudged this? Why was Natasha so mad?? Revealing creamy white skin Wanda grinned as the redhead's perfect globes spilled out of their tight confinement, bountiful chest swaying wonderfully as the Avenger stripped.
Unbuckling her utility belt Natasha strode over to the central console, allowing the weapon harness to fall between her legs with a clang as she brusquely stepped free; Wanda watching on in awe. Peeling the collar of her suit away from her shoulders Natasha's vulnerable nakedness was soon exposed to the air. Stretching the impossibly tight black fabric over her wide hips the redhead wriggled out of her signature suit, bending over the Quinjet's central console as her behind became visible: