Author's Note:
This is the last chapter in this alternate take on Black Widow's journey in The Avengers. However, I do have plans to return to Natasha in a separate series, and have plenty of ideas on how to create my own versions of her other MCU appearances that follow on from this one.
The following events take place directly after the first Avengers movie. Of course, Marvel owns all the rights to these characters, and there will be spoilers for the films involved.
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Natasha stumbled backwards, her feet slipping from underneath her as she fell down onto her ass. Her eyes shut tightly from the sudden flash she had witnessed, and when she opened them she found that she was no longer sat on the floor of the evidence lockup, but in what looked to be a small hotel room.
She cursed herself for being tempted to go anywhere near the sceptre after what had happened this week, but she had been certain that it would harmless without Loki's interference. Still, this time felt different from her other visions - she wasn't reliving a moment from her past or seeing a projection of her fears, but something as quiet and mundane as an empty room.
"Who's there?" she heard a voice say.
Looking behind her, Natasha saw a woman leaning her head out of a bathroom door, her hair wrapped in a towel. Most of her body was hidden from view, her shoulders wet as if she had just got out of the shower. It didn't look like she was wearing anything other than the towel on her head.
"Oh my god! I am SO sorry!" Natasha said, covering her eyes. 'How the hell am I going to explain how I got here?' she thought to herself.
"Okay okay..." the woman said, as if Natasha overreacted. Hearing the woman enter the room, she got to her feet, stunned to see the woman stand before her, completely naked.
Natasha's eyes widened as she saw this woman, semi-wet from her bathing and baring all her wares, ignoring her completely. She went to the top drawer of her dresser and grabbed some underwear, slipping the panties and bra on as if no one was watching.
'She's pretty confident,' Natasha thought to herself, trying to place whether she recognised her or not. Just as she clipped the back of her bra in place, she walked straight towards Natasha, who didn't move an inch in her stunned confusion. With her next step, she passed completely through her. The feeling was strange, like her whole body erupted in goosebumps for a split-second.
"That was... weird," both women said in tandem, turning to face one another, though Jane didn't make any sort of eye contact with her. It was then that Natasha realised two things. One: she wasn't really there, and two: she was face-to-face with Jane Foster, famed astrophysicist and love interest of...
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
'No way,' Natasha thought to herself. 'Am I in... that town Coulson moved her to as an emergency?'
"Okay!" Jane mumbled as she looked around the room, finding her dressing gown on the floor and swiftly throwing it on. She slipped the towel off her head, dabbing her hair before throwing it onto the chair - and through Natasha, leaving her with that same ghostly sensation.
Jane rushed to the door, and leaned forward to look through the peephole in the door. While she couldn't see her face, her body language seemed to change from bored and impatient to excitable. Jane backed away from the door for a moment, grinning as she tried to collect herself.
She unlocked the door, swinging it wide open to reveal none other than the god of thunder himself. "Thor!" she beamed, throwing her arms up and around his neck in an embrace.
The tall warrior, still in his battle-torn garb, placed one hand below her butt and lifted her upwards with ease. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his back as he stepped through the doorway and closed it behind him with the other hand. In an instant they were kissing, deeply and passionately.
'Well, this is a tad awkward,' Natasha thought to herself, as she watched them embrace.
"Why are you so bruised and beaten looking?" Jane asked, breaking the kiss momentarily.
"Oh!" Thor said with a smile. "In the face of a menacing threat from another realm beyond the nine, we formed The Avengers out of Earth's mightiest heroes, and sent them back from whence they came."
"Avengers? Wait - ANOTHER realm?" Jane said with wide eyes. "You mean like extra-terrestrial life?"
"The Chitauri came through a gate in the sky, but we drove them back."
"Like a wormhole!?" Jane said, her eyes full of wonder. "Where was this? I have to see."
"In New York City. But I'm growing impatient with you, Jane."
Suddenly Thor thrust his hands between them, leaving only Jane's to hold herself against him, and yanked her robe open. Her lacy black bra was no sooner brought into view than Thor brought his lips to her chest, kissing his way up to her neck as his hands drifted down her back. Jane's words petered off into a gasp as his tongue massaged her neck.
"Thor..." she moaned. "It's been months..."
'Okay,' Natasha thought to herself. 'Now is when I leave - this is getting way too hot for me to stick around'. Shutting her eyes tightly, Natasha tried to will herself back into the evidence lockup, picturing herself there, all to no avail. When she headed to the door, she found that, unlike Jane, she couldn't pass through - but neither could she grasp the handle either.
'Well, if I'm trapped here... I might as well satisfy my curiosity.'
As she made her decision to watch, she saw Thor and Jane, still kissing, now having got to the foot of the bed. Thor held her by the hips, lowering her to to the floor. Her gown was still tied around her waist, but he soon tugged it open, his eyes gazing down at Jane's matching panties underneath.
Jane, looking up at the tall, blonde hunk above her, looked like she was full of desire. She sat down at the foot of the bed, trailing her hands down his thighs as she did.
"You must be tired from your battle, my prince. And a warrior deserves pleasures for his good deeds."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. Plenty of people have likely played out this exact fantasy in roleplay, but Foster was doing it for real. Whether Thor knew the difference or not was another story.
Jane brought her hands down to the clear bulge in Thor's breeches, growing as her hand trailed over it. Thor, looking down on her, removed his armour from his sleeves and chest, dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Jane looked over his perfect body with awe, and Natasha caught herself making the same face.
"Your maiden has been waiting for you, for sooo loong," Jane whispered, as she opened his fly and reached inside to grasp his member. She bit her lip as she brought his semi-hard cock into full view, slowly hardening at her touch, and started to slowly stroke him.
'My god, he's huge,' Natasha thought to herself. With no clue how to get out of there and seemingly no consequences to checking it out, she was starting to enjoy the show. How often does someone get the chance to see the God of Thunder in action?
Thor brought a hand to Jane's cheek, delicately stroking her skin with his rough hand, before running it through her hair. She leaned into his hand for a moment, before leaning forward to run her tongue across the tip of his penis.
"You know what I've been doing all this time..."
She slipped the head between her lips, closing her eyes with satisfaction for a moment, before opening them again, gazing up at her lover and bringing more of him into her mouth. Drawing back, she elicited a groan from him and smiled.
"I've been aching for my prince to come and take me, touching myself... day in and day out. I have made myself cum so many times, but it never matches up to the real thing..."
She brought him into her mouth again, further and further, until she struggled to fit the last couple of inches into her throat. She let his cock slip out, coated in her saliva as she coughed and spluttered. A moment later, her hand was back on him, and her lips on their way to the head, before he stopped her.
He ran his fingers through her dark hair softly, before clenching his fist and pulling her head back and away from his erect member. Letting go of her hair, he leant down to her, placing his hands underneath her arms and lifting her into the air. He threw her down and onto the bed, and Jane landed on her sheets, her legs spread wide, a look of shock and arousal on her face.
In the seconds Thor took to climb onto the bed and crawl towards her, Jane hurriedly undid her bra and slipped it off her shoulders ready for him. As soon as she had, he had reached between her thighs and into her panties. Before she could push the waistband down, he grasped the material and ripped it clean off her body.
Jane involuntarily let out a yelp as he tore it away, leaving the tattered remains thrown to the floor, at Natasha's feet. "She is one lucky girl," the agent said out loud to herself, knowing that she couldn't be heard. Thor stopped for a moment, perched above Jane's naked and willing body. He slipped his fingers between her legs, her lips parting and coating his fingers in her juices.
"I'm so wet," Jane whispered. "Please fuck me, Thor, please just fuck me hard."
Not needing any more encouragement, Thor lined himself up and brought his cock to her opening. He slowly parted her lips as he entered her, at an almost cruel pace. Natasha, even from her limited view, could see Jane's pussy barely take in his thick penis.
"Harder, fuck me, harder..." Jane trailed off, as if she could hardly bare the anticipation. He seemed to wait and extra excruciating second before driving his full length deep inside her, leading to her sudden gasp, and her fingers to immediately find their way to his ass, digging in to his skin with the intensity of the moment.
From there Thor didn't let up, thrusting into her with a vigour and speed reserved for Asgardians. If it wasn't for Jane's clear ecstasy, her back arched and mouth agape in pleasure, Natasha would have felt sorry for the scientist's poor pussy, being rammed so hard by a man like him.
