Blac Widow - Compromised

Author's Note:

The following events take place during the first Avengers movie.

Most of the movie's events remain the same unless otherwise stated, though I may reorder some of the chronology for the sake of pacing. I jump around through the story so this works better if you remember the movies well.

Of course, Marvel owns all the rights to these characters, and there will be spoilers for the films involved.

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For the first time in what felt like weeks, Natasha felt like she had a clear head. As she strolled across the Helicarrier's runway, the cool sea air made her feel fresh and ready for whatever trouble the day was likely to send her way.

It didn't hurt that last night's... activities... had released a tension in her body that was interfering with her work. If she hadn't sorted that out, she wouldn't be on her top form today. It might have been a slim justification, but it was enough to keep her feeling positive about the whole thing.

If it wasn't for the rest she finally achieved last night, she might be a little freaked out that she was about to meet one of the most important men in history.

She arrived just as Coulson was disembarking the quinjet, looking like he was trying his best to remain cool and casual, holding all his fanboy excitement inside. Next to him was none other than Steve Rogers, better known to the history books as Captain America.

"Agent Romanoff," Coulson stated, as the super soldier's eyes wandered around the impressive airship, "this is Captain Rogers."

"M'am," Rogers stated, addressing her as properly as she imagined someone from the 1940s would.

"Hi," she bluntly replied, before telling Coulson he was needed on the bridge. He left her to escort his passenger the rest of the way - but they had one more team member to pick up first.

"There was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"

"Trading cards?"

"They've vintage, he's very proud."

They came across Bruce Banner, who was nervously side-stepping the countless S.H.I.E.L.D. staff preparing the strip. Rogers immediately approached the doctor, asking him questions. Natasha let them have their moment, knowing from Banner's darting eyes that he wasn't entirely sure how to speak to her after their last confrontation.

"Gentlemen, you may want to step inside in a minute," she eventually interrupted. "It's gonna get a little hard to breath."

The Helicarrier started to shake, its innumerable moving parts creaking as it prepared for take-off. She couldn't help but smile as the two men, who had seen the most strange of scientific advancements, were stunned by the turbines rising from the water.

When they arrived on the bridge, they found hundreds of agents sweeping every wirelessly-accessible camera on the planet, with anything connected to a satellite at their disposal. But it was a slow method of finding Loki, and they needed Banner to speed up the process.

Luckily he had some ideas for tracking the tesseract, so Fury asked her to escort him to his lab so he could get down to work. She followed the orders promptly, though she was slightly put off by the glare Hill was giving her from across the room. 'I knew that latte comment was going to bite me in the ass,' she thought to herself.

"You're gonna love it doc, we have all the toys," she remarked, not making eye contact as he led him down the hallway. The short walk was silent and a little awkward, but Natasha didn't let it show. Eventually, Bruce spoke, though she didn't have time for the chit-chat.

"So... about Kolkata -"

"I'm going to stop you right there, doctor. We don't need to talk about it. It's in the past. We're all good."

He hesitated, and by time he went to speak again they were at the entrance to his lab, and she gestured to the door for him to enter.

"Go save the world."

*****

Natasha only had time to quickly grab a bite to eat before she found herself summoned once more. Banner's algorithm had found Loki extraordinarily fast, as it seemed like the villain wasn't hiding at all.

It turns out he was walking around in public, in Stuttgart, Germany. Rogers was already on route to intercept him before anyone else got hurt, and it was Natasha's job to provide a little back-up.

The situation was far from stable, as she soon found out. Cap was severely outgunned by the Asgardian, and with no clear shot she had felt pretty helpless during the encounter. Of course, that's when Stark made his dramatic entrance, taking over her PA system to blast out AC/DC's 'Shoot to Thrill' and taking down Loki in a single shot.

It was a little frustrating for Natasha, but at least they had apprehended him. In fact, it had been far easier than she thought it would be. Something about it just didn't feel right to the agent, and she felt nervous flying back to base, even when Loki was held securely.

Even the journey back, which should have been relatively simple, quickly went of the rails. The Black Widow was resigned to the quinjet as Thor and Iron Man fought over Loki, knowing that even Captain America's intervention had better odds of succeeding than anything she did. Knowing your limits was a talent, the way she saw it, and maybe the one thing Rogers was lacking.

Eventually they were brought back on board, leaving Natasha frustrated by her own lack of power over the situation. Thankfully, they managed to avoid having any more godly interruptions on the way back, settling for tense conversation as the men in the back eyed one another suspiciously - apart from Loki, who seemed to be suppressing a smile.

Once they arrived at the Helicarrier, Natasha made sure to accompany Loki and his staff onto the ship, not feeling too secure even with the armed escort. And like she expected, there was an incident along the way, though it was as confusing and unsettling as any of Loki's other actions.

As they came across a junction in the labyrinthine corridor system of the mobile base, they came to an abrupt halt. It was at this moment that Loki darted forward, breaking through his handcuffs and pushing through five men at an extraordinary speed to lunge for his sceptre.

Before the men had even recovered, Black Widow had raised her gun and cocked it. She held the gun inches away from the back of his head, and ordered him to "drop the sceptre."

This being the same man who just crashed a party to attack a guest with some sort of ocular device, before taking on a super soldier, he didn't react as she expected him to. He laughed quietly, then turned on the spot in an instant to face her.

She took a step back, still aiming her gun his way, a move mirrored by the fifteen men who were supposed to be guarding him. He looked her directly in the eyes and smiled. She noticed in the corner of her eye the head of the sceptre start to glow brighter, as he held it out to his side.

Glancing away from his stare for a moment, she looked to the blue gem, though no one else seemed distracted by the light. 'Was this an attack?' she thought to herself, before she was blinded by a brief and sharp flash.

In an instant it was gone, and she found herself in the same position, with Loki still facing her. No one, not even her, seemed to have moved during the tense encounter. He nodded, the smile gone from his face, and he placed the sceptre on the floor carefully.

"Many apoligies," he said, sounding almost polite. "I am not overly fond of bondage."

When no one made a move, he raised his hands above his head and said, "You'll see no more trouble from me - take me to my quarters, will you?"

*****

Once Loki was safely locked away, the Black Widow headed back to her quarters - partly to have quick shower and change - but mostly to calm herself a little. She was only just making sense of things, getting her rational drive back, when Loki had thrown a spanner in the works.

His capture was far too easy, and the stunt he had pulled with his sceptre had unnerved her. What was that flash? Was it a warning, a threat? Did he do something to her? Or is the idea that she would obsess over it like she is now, rendering her distracted and therefore useless to the cause? Well, either way, she felt like she needed to change her clothes.

The top half of her unitard came off simply enough, as she lowered the zip down from her collar all the way down to her crotch. She slipped the arms off and tucked her thumbs under the waist and starting the arduous task of slowly shimmying the costume down her toned thighs. When the black leather catsuit was bunched around her ankles Natasha stepped out of it and unclipped her black bra.

She pushed her skimpy panties down her legs and left them in a pile with the rest of her clothes. Stopping for a moment, she walked back to pick up her panties again - something had caught her eye.

To her surprise there was a small wet patch on the crotch of her underwear - Loki must've scared her more than she thought. It was confusing however - she had felt in control. Sure, Loki had surprised her, but she had been expecting something along those lines, and she hadn't felt fear for a long time - why start now? The other option was not something she wanted to be thinking about.

Putting aside that strand of thought Natasha stepped into the shower and put it on as cold and powerful as it could go. The ice-cold water felt like it was evaporating of her hot body, and it felt wonderful. After a few minutes, she reluctantly turned the shower off, and instantly missed the pleasurable sensations of losing all the pent-up heat she had accumulated throughout the day.

As she started drying herself off, she found that despite her skin feeling cold to the touch now, she felt like there was a slight heat rising up inside of her, as if all the washed away warmth had only been driven away momentarily. Was this how she felt last night? No, that wasn't it. This felt... different.

With no time to ponder, Black Widow slipped a new pair of panties on and clipped a clean bra on in front of the mirror. Natasha stepped away from the mirror to pick up her catsuit and began to step into it. As she returned to the mirror she was baffled to see her nipples reflected back at her.

Frozen for a moment, she started to straighten up and removed the leg that was just being placed into the suit. As she did this she saw the small patch of vibrant red pubic hair before her, and her bare pussy below it. There was no explanation other than the possibility that she was over-worked and had forgotten to put her underwear on.

So, with her eyes intently watching herself in the six-foot wall-mounted mirror, Natasha put another bra on to see what happened. She stood there for a moment, not even blinking, and it remained worn. Shaking her head of the ridiculous supposition, she reached into her drawers once again for another pair of pants. As she turned back to her reflection she jumped, gasping at the sudden appearance of her tits again.

After a few seconds of bewilderment her eyes sharpened, and she whispered to herself: "Loki".

Of all the things to use his power for, he does this!? At the end of the day, he was the 'god of mischief', but Natasha had thought he was a little more preoccupied with world domination at the moment. "Fuck," she muttered as she saw she was running late to the team meeting.

Thinking it was worth one last try, Natasha opened her underwear drawer once again. She found it completely untouched, as if she had never even taken anything out of it.

Taking the same undergarments from the drawer she put them back on, watching herself intently as she did so. She then gruellingly pulled the tight leather up and over her ass, lifted the top of the costume to her shoulders, placed her arms in and did the zip up as modestly as it allowed.

She peeked under her collar for a brief moment to confirm her underwear was still there and was relieved to see it was. She turned, but just as she reached the door to leave, she felt the sensation of cold leather on her bare skin.

With an angry sigh, she walked back to the mirror and unzipped her costume down to her navel, then pulled it apart at her chest. Her breasts bounced free of the restrictive suit, completely bare - and sure enough, her underwear was back in the drawer.

"Well at least it'll be a little cooler in here." Natasha said to herself as she zipped herself back up.

*****

Natasha marched through the corridors of the Helicarrier, feeling paranoid of any lingering stares she might get from the endless stream of workmen along the corridors, though she was confident her lack of clothing wasn't noticeable through the black material.

Just as she reached the door for the lab where Stark and Banner had been working she heard Fury's voice boom from further down the corridor. "Agent Romanoff!" he exclaimed as she approached. "You're lucky everyone else hates being on this ship or you'd be late."

He led her into the main control room of the Helicarrier where, aside from thirty-odd agents working on communications, Captain America sat alone beside a large circular table waiting for the meeting.

She sat down opposite him and didn't make eye contact. They were sat in silence for a few minutes - but silence was never an enemy of Black Widow. It never made her feel awkward or anxious, but peaceful.

Outside of her work, she never put much effort in to socialising and didn't expect anything back. She imagined most of S.H.I.E.L.D disliked her for this cold demeanour - silence often indicates judgement, after all. Barton was never like that. They rarely had a deep conversation or anything but there was something about him that told her he understood.

He looked through her exterior and saw who she was regardless of how she acted. It frustrated her to see him under the control of the enemy... the only one she can really trust has been turned against her. As she thought this she found her costume start to irritate her, as if her anxiety and frustration with the state of things made it feel tighter all of a sudden.

A minute later Stark strolled in, with Banner nervously walking behind him. Thor arrived soon after, not sitting down with the rest of them, and now with the armoured sleeves and cape of his outfit removed. Stark made some comment to her, a witty one-liner probably, but she didn't acknowledge him.

She manage to eye up Thor's altered costume without it being apparent to anyone else on the team, while they were handed the documents that Natasha had long since read. His biceps were huge, and, in a mischevious trail of thought, she couldn't help but analyse him as a candidate for some no-strings-attached sex.

According to his file he was from another world called Asgard, a world whose inhabitants had inspired the Norse gods. He was the god of thunder, son of Odin - the ruler of nine realms, or so he said.

Being the heir to whatever throne made him arrogant, and being arrogant implied he took what he wanted, and going by his looks he wouldn't have to try too hard to get it. He would be experienced and skilful in the sack, but Natasha wasn't sure if she handle a god, or an alien - it was a daunting prospect.

She smiled to herself for a moment, but suddenly found the moment broken by an image. She saw Thor, behind her, taking her...hard. It was just an image, a fantasy, but it had felt beyond her control, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The image returned for a few seconds, and she saw herself in the throes of pleasure as he thrust his huge member inside of her again and again. This time she was on her back, on a royal bed of some sort, and he held both her ankles up, testing her flexibility.

Natasha snapped back to reality, confused by how vivid it had been - so vivid in fact, that she felt a little aroused. It was immensely uncomfortable to suddenly feel that way just as the meeting was about to start, feeling that same warmth centre itself in a familiar spot.

She shook her head and tried to concentrate on the meeting, realising that they were all watching a recording of Loki and Fury talking on the screens in front of them. She looked up and saw that Fury wasn't in the room anymore - how long had her mind been elsewhere? The feed must be live footage from Loki's prison. Missing the start of the conversation, she only heard part of what Loki had to say.

"It burns you, doesn't it - to have the tesseract, to have power, unlimited power, and for what? A warmth for you all to share?" the mischievous man sneered.

As he spoke the last few words, he turned to the security camera and smiled that awful smile of his. Natasha was certain he was looking at her, somehow, that she had the warmth he was speaking of. She slowly exhaled, but even her deep breaths pulled on her suit slightly.

She became hyper-aware of the suit's restrictions, the way it hugged her body. Was this a panic attack... or was it really getting tighter? She felt the material ride up between her legs, and a tiny gasp came from her lips.

'Jesus, I need to get a hold of myself' Natasha thought, and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. No one had, but as she looked to her right she saw the familiar figure of Maria Hill stood a few feet away from the table, quietly observing her.

What disturbed her was that she was staring right at her, and didn't even look away as Natasha stared back. Turning her back to her nervously, Black Widow dismissed it as a stare-down. She and Agent Hill had never really got along.

She didn't help with her rude comment the previous day, but it seemed to her that Hill had hated her from the beginning. For every congratulations she'd received from Fury after a successful mission she got a dirty look from Hill.

Glancing over at Banner she noticed him checking his watch nervously every minute or so. 'It must be measuring his heart-rate - Loki must be getting to him,' Natasha thought. 'Loki - I'm supposed to be listening to Loki'.

As Natasha reminded herself to stay focused she looked to the screen and saw Fury leaving, and hoped she hadn't missed anything important. Natasha got up with the others and decided to check if there had been any results back in the lab.

But as she stood up she found it harder to move. It was nothing she couldn't get used to, but there was a definite increase in the tightness of her costume. She had to take quick short steps to keep up with the others without pulling her costume too tight.

The chatter in the group was difficult to focus on as they waited for the elevator, but she caught up on some of what she had missed. Yet much more attention-grabbing was how hot she felt, how deep her breaths were, and how her nipples had begun to harden, pressing intently against the confines of her suit.

Natasha was brought back to the real world by a quiet beeping noise. Looking up, she followed the sound to Banner's wristwatch, and then to his eyes, which were glued to her chest. She glanced down at herself, noticing with horror that her zipper had made its way a few inches down, offering up a dangerous amount of cleavage.

She tugged it back up, struggling slightly as the tight suit fought back. Banner, snapping out of it, nervously looked at her then away again, stifling the quiet beeping off his phone while he double-checked his heart-rate. Luckily, it seemed that everyone else was preoccupied and hadn't noticed the brief, embarrassing interaction. At least, it seemed that way.

"Romanoff, I need to speak with you," Natasha heard a familiar authoritative voice say. "Immediately."

Natasha turned and saw Maria Hill, who was stood alone to their left, her arms crossed and the look of a stern schoolteacher on her face. Natasha, not wanting to make a scene, silently walked over to her, turning back to tell them to go ahead without her.