Black Widow Compromised Ch 04

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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"There's not many people that can sneak up on me," Loki said, turning to face her with that devious grin of his.

"But you figured I'd come," Black Widow replied, knowing he was just as likely bluffing.

"After. After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate."

"I'm not here on anyone's orders."

Stone-faced, the agent pulled out her phone and tapped away for a moment. With a final swipe of her finger, all the CCTV in the room powered down. Spotting the cameras droop down and point at the floor, their red lights flickering off, Loki looked pleasantly surprised.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has all the best apps," she quipped, though she knew he likely didn't know the meaning of the word. "Now - I wanna know what you've done to Agent Barton."

"I'd say I've expanded his mind."

"And once you've won. Once you're king of the mountain. What happens to his mind?

"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?"

"Love is for children. I owe him a debt."

"Tell me," Loki said, sitting down.

She knew he would take the bait. If he thought he could exploit their weaknesses, she'd give him one to distract him. He'd be toying with her, never knowing he was being manipulated. So she pulled up a chair and told him a story, or at least the cliff's notes version.

"What will you do if I vow to spare him?" Loki asked.

"Not let you out..."

"Ah, no. But I like this," he laughed. "Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man."

"Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that, I'm Russian... or was."

"You're not nearly as strong as you believe, there are cracks in your armour. It was helpful knowing someone close to... point them out for me."

Natasha knew these words were coming, but they hit home all the same. Her defenses were weakened, she had seen too many... unexpected situations lately. She felt off-kilter.

"What, did he tell you about my first time? Not as romantic as I'd hoped."

"Your relentless dedication to sarcasm is admirable, but you are closer than you might think, stumbling in the dark as you are. I know what the archer knows, and he knows more than he lets on. His polite reserve is not one I share."

"What are you getting at?"

"Did you really think you wouldn't have been monitored by your own agency during your first missions? Barton watched and listened to your every move, even the ones you thought were private."

Natasha's stomach dropped, her eyes widening for a moment before she controlled her demeanour.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. remembers the Budapest mission one way, but there are plenty of details only the pair of you share. I'm sure your target was pleased to sodomise a real virgin. A virgin of sorts, I suppose... I've got to say, from his descriptions - you handled the situation marvellously."

Natasha took a deep breath. 'So this is where this is going,' she thought to herself, trying not to think back to the night he was referring to. She would interrupt, but she needed him to take charge of the conversation if he was going to give her anything.

"I know that you've slept with many during your adventures - using all the assets at your disposal. I don't doubt your wares would serve you well during Thurseblot. We used to have the most extravagant of revelries, with all the women - or men - you could ever dream of having. We used to visit Midgard to-"

"Are we really talking about some Asgardian banquet right now? I don't think you're invited to those things anymore," her patience fading as he got off topic, "what with all the throne-usurping, death-faking, world domination attempting..."

Loki paused, a glimmer of anger flying over his face, before that deadly smile appeared once more. Maybe that was a mistake.

"Yes. Where was I?"

"I came here for a -"

"It was a warm summer evening, August, when he entered you from behind, taking your tightest orifice for the first time. The archer felt sorry for you, for a fleeting moment. It didn't take long for your pain to transform, with an arms dealer you hated no less, into something more... pleasurable."

Natasha was growing bored of his lyrical recounting of her own past, but couldn't help but think back to the moment he's talking about. The situation wasn't ideal, the partner neither, there was discomfort... but there was also a feeling of taboo, like she was getting away with something.

***

As her virgin asshole began to relax and better accommodate his hard member, she let herself go a little to make the whole thing go a little faster. She wasn't Natasha, or Natalia, or anyone real - right now she was playing a role, and didn't feel judged at all for letting the feeling rise. It was a new feeling, unlike anything she had ever felt before. He thrust into her once more and she let out an involuntarily moan, the first she hadn't faked since he first penetrated her.

***

Natasha focused, her mind having wandered off for a moment, back to a different time altogether. That was then, this was now - a less fun mission, but a mission all the same. She had no shame to bear about what she did, even with Loki knowing - but Clint? All their conversations and work they had done together, all that time and he had known what she looked like with a dick deep inside her ass?

For a moment, the agent was perplexed to feel a tingling sensation, but not in the same place she had been experiencing it lately. It was anticipation, as if she was back in that hotel room once again. And when her eyes opened, she was.

***

Natasha found herself naked, on all fours, in the warmth of that climate. Her bewilderment gave her pause, but only a moment's pause, as she was reminded exactly what year, what day, what hotel room she was in.

Fingers slid through her red locks, much longer back then, and gripped tightly. Her hair was pulled back, and as her neck arched and her ass was pulled backwards, she felt his hardness against her entrance. With a sudden, forceful thrust, his full length was inside her, all the way to the hilt.

***

Natasha stumbled forward, now standing, fully-clothed outside the chamber. She gasped, almost falling over in her disorientation, but soon centred herself once more. Loki beamed down at her, glad to have surprised her.

"What the hell?"

Her eyes, angry and confused, stared him down.

"Oh, sorry about that. Just a little link still between us - even without my sceptre. It's truly an intuitive tool for my quest."

Natasha knew that something had been up, but now she knew for sure that he had been messing with her head - and still was. But now wasn't the time to worry how much control he had - besides, if he had her betwitched like he had Clint - wouldn't he have her help him escape?

"It is you making my life hell today then?"

"I wouldn't call it hell with this much pleasure, wench. And I can't take all the credit, anyway. I can't do much without my staff in hand, but I can point you in a certain direction, maybe open some doors for you to wander through. You thought of the time you were first entered in the back passage, and I gave you a window into the memory - one you constructed. You stumbled through, I never pushed. And as for earlier, I just led you to confront your own urges and... underlying desires."

"I think you are underselling your role, Odinson," Natasha said, hoping to get a rise out of the fallen prince by reminding him of his family name - and swiftly moving away from the topic at hand.

Loki's demeanour cracked for a split-second, but he stopped himself from correcting her over his lineage. Instead, he took a deep breath, and smirked at the red-headed agent before him. 'Funny,' she thought to herself, 'his smile is as much a shield as it is a spear.'

"What exactly is it... that you want?"

"It's really not that complicated," Natasha replied, taking control of the conversation back, mixing a little truth with her performance. "I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out."

"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter? Sao Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?"

Loki stood, his patience shattered. No one spoke to him the way this woman had.

"This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC!" In anger he spat out his words, enraged at a mortal trying to make a deal with someone so clearly superior - with such disrespect, too.

"You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!"

Loki slammed his fist into the cell's enforced glass window, making Natasha flinch from the sudden impact. But it was too late for Loki, he was already running his mouth, and the next words would send him over the edge, spilling secrets as easily as any mark who believed himself to be in a position of power.

"I won't give you Barton, nor release him from my will. I'll make him fuck you - slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you love. And just when he's brought you to that peak of pleasure you've waited years for him to give, he'll pull out and leave you begging for him to enter you once again.

"This is my bargain, you mewling quim."

As Loki spat these words out Natasha found it difficult to retain her composure. She knew he'd attack her verbally, but not that he'd be so crude. She turned away, choking back fake tears.

"You're a monster" she whispered.

Laughing, Loki replied, "Oh no. You brought the monster."

Natasha instantly composed herself, turned to face him and said with a face free of emotion, "So: Banner. That's your play."

"What?"

Ignoring the perplexed Asgardian, Natasha pressed her hand to her ear-piece, leaving him frowning behind her as she paced to the exit.

"Fury, Loki means to unleash the Hulk," she explained. "Keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way, send Thor as well."

Amused by the lost look on the face of someone so used to coming out on top of these scenarios, Natasha smirked and told him, "Thank you, for your co-operation" before she turned to leave. The last she saw of him in that room was the dumbfounded look on his face, slowly giving way to a hurt rage. But Loki was not one to let someone else, let alone a human, have the last word.

"Enjoy the rest of your day."

Natasha heard his quiet chuckle once more before the door shut behind her. She shuddered at the sound of his voice. He'd nearly gotten under her skin. Nearly.

It irritated her that he talked of Hawkeye as if he was an unrequited love. Their relationship was purely platonic and had nothing to do with sex, right? Right. Seeing as she was recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D by Clint, Natasha knew Loki would take the chance to find out about her past. But, like any good agent, Natasha only had a past when she needed one.

She had come close to swerving off course, revisiting a memory she had long left behind amidst a sea of sexual encounters and convoluted missions. It wouldn't happen again. Not with Clint's life at stake.

***

As Natasha approached the lab, she could already hear raised voices - including Banner's. Tensions were high enough as it is, but she had the displeasure of telling the man holding back the Hulk to... well, chill out.

Halting as she got close to the door, she checked herself over. Her costume felt like it fit properly for the first time all day, it was zipped up how she usually wore it, her body felt normal... it seemed that Loki's meddling magic had finally fizzled out.

As she headed to the door, she was cut off by Thor, who strolled into the room with a cocksure swagger befitting his origins. She followed behind him, quickly realising she'd walked into the crossfire of an argument.

"What were you lying?" Stark said as he swivelled a screen around, showing the room blueprints for some sort of weapon. 'This isn't going well,' the agent thought to herself, 'but there's one thing that takes precedence'.

"I was wrong director," Cap added. "The world hasn't changed a bit."

"Did you know about this?"

Banner's question was directed at her, but she had no answer - and a definite need to control the situation before anything worse happened. Loki toying with her mind was one thing - but the Hulk's? That could be catastrophic.

"You wanna think about removing yourself from this environment, doctor?"

"I was in Kolkata," he replied, half-laughing, "I was pretty well removed."

"Loki is manipulating you."

"And you've been doing what, exactly?"

"You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you..."

"And I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy. I'd like to know why S.H.I.E.L.D is using the tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction."

"Because of him."

Fury silenced the room with his interjection, and everyone followed his pointed finger to the god in the room. Thor, arms crossed and looking a little lost, asked, "Me?"

"Last year, Earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that levelled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly - hilariously - outgunned."

"My people want nothing but peace with your planet," Thor retorted.

"But you're not the only people out there, are you? And you're not the only threat."

Natasha watched Fury, wondering how he was going to dig his way out of this particular hole, while keeping Banner in her periphery vision. She didn't want him to get angry, but definitely didn't want to be the one to spook him, either.

"The world is filling up with people who can't be matched, that can't be controlled."

"Like you controlled the cube?" Cap interjected, before Thor stirred from his position to pace forward and argue his case.

"Your work with the tesseract is what drew Loki to it - and his allies. It is a signal to the other realms that the Earth is ready for a higher form of war."

"A higher form?" Rogers asked.

"You forced our hand, we had to come up with someth-"

"A nuclear deterrent," Stark interrupted. "Because that always calms everything right down."

"Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark?"

"I'm sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck-deep in-"

Tony stepped forward to cut Steve off, and Natasha felt the conversation start to spiral out of control.

"Wait - wait - hold on. How is this now about me?"

"I'm sorry, isn't everything?"

That did it. There was something off about this scene, something off... Natasha felt drawn into the argument, almost as soon as the Captain hit one of Stark's buttons. This was becoming personal, and irrational... all their negative feelings seemed to be rushing to the surface at once.

They couldn't see the forest for the trees, and Natasha couldn't help but join in, throwing a barb here and there, her control over everyone's tempers slipping.

"Agent Romanoff," Fury said, snapping Natasha back into the present moment. She shook her head slightly to clear her mind, and he continued:

"Could you escort Doctor Banner back to -"

"Where? You rented my room."

"The cell was just in c-"

"-case you needed to kill me," Banner interjected, "but you can't - I know, I tried."

The room fell silent for once, and the assembled heroes looked to the doctor, too stunned to respond. Natasha felt her chest lurch; she had done her best work getting him here while trying to serve his best interests, but she hadn't truly thought about what Bruce's life was like.

He was polite, and gentle, but no one can have a monster lurking inside of them without things getting complicated, and dark. It was then that the Black Widow shocked herself by thinking for a moment that Bruce Banner wasn't that different from the Russian spy in the room.

"I got low. I didn't see an end, so I put a bullet in my mouth and the other guy spit it out. So, I moved on, I focused on helping other people. I was good. Until you dragged me back into this freakshow, and put everyone else at risk."

Bruce eyed Fury, and then Natasha, and she did her best to not look hurt.

"You want to know my secret, Agent Romanoff, you wanna know how I stay calm?"

The whole room braced itself as Bruce, without looking, reached behind him and lifted Loki's sceptre from its mount. Both the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the room reflexively placed their hands on their holsters, holding their instinct to draw their weapons at bay. But it was Rogers who spoke first.

"Doctor Banner... put down the sceptre."

Banner glanced down with surprise at the sceptre that had appeared in his hands. The gem at its end was glowing blue, a colour that Natasha wasn't happy to see return. The moment was interrupted by a notification on one of the lab's monitors.

"We got it," Stark said.

"Sorry kids," Bruce said drily, as her placed the sceptre down and rushed to the console, "you don't get to see my party trick after all."

"You've located the tesseract?" Thor asked, but at these words the readied troops started quarrelling once again. Natasha rolled her eyes, but was glad to see them all move away from the sceptre and Bruce to immerse himself in his work once more.

Slowly following him around to the console, her concern grew as she saw the shock on Bruce's face. He removed his glasses, and muttered, "oh my god". But he never got to share what he'd discovered in his search.

The helicarrier began to shake, and a split-second later flames exploded through the vent beneath their feet, launching the team in various directions. Natasha and Bruce were thrown through the glass windows at the back of the room, plummeting several feet down to the cold, hard floor.

***

Natasha raised her head and took in her surroundings. She was on her front, resting on the floor grating, and still a little dazed from the explosion. There were distant shouting, and some sparks from some of the destroyed equipment that crashed around them, but other than that, silence.

Banner was to her left, so far unable to get to his feet. As she went to move she was met with a sharp pain in her right leg, and turned to find it trapped under a fallen pipe.

"Romanoff?" Fury said over her comms as she strained to remove her leg from the weight of the heavy steel. Giving up for a moment, she put her hand to her ear and replied.

"We're okay," she told the director, but started to doubt her own words.

She was in the lower equipment room, which gave her various ways to return to the hallways of the ship, all of which required her to go back or head forward - but it was starting to look like heading back wasn't an option. For the moment, she was trapped, and Bruce didn't look like he was in very good shape, slamming his fist onto the ground as if in pain.

"We're okay, right?"

She got no reply except grunts and exasperated gasps. Bruce looked to be relatively unharmed, physically, at least. His mental state, however? It looked like he was having a battle.

"Doctor?"

She strained to remove her leg, but the pipe still didn't budge.

"Bruce. You've got to fight it... this is just what Loki wants. We're going to be okay. Listen to me."

Natasha waved off some S.H.I.E.L.D. staffers attempting to come to their aid - this situation could get a lot worse before it gets any better, and Natasha would rather be alone for that. Alone was easier.