The Scarlet Witch Does The Avengers

THE SCARLET WITCH DOES THE AVENGERS

by kentonbrownsuperstoner

#1. AVENGERS '65: THE SCARLET WITCH MEETS IRON MAN

Wanda loves being bent over like this. Helpless. Unprotected.

Unprotected in every single sense of the word.

Tony's hands on her hips, hard, squeezing her tight enough that he would leave bruises she would have to magic away.

"Pounding the fuck" out of her "magic little cunt," per Tony's words.

Wanda loved it when Tony Stark aka

The Invincible Iron Man!

bent her over his desk and railed her like he owned her, like one of the many whores who bent over this desk for Tony to get himself off inside. The pressure of the desk underneath her almost uncomfortable on her clit. Almost.

The pressure of Tony's hard cock going in and out of her. Pounding. Insistent. Big.

Again, almost uncomfortable. Almost.

But the pain and the discomfort was part of the fun for Wanda, too. No magic, no powers, no defenses. No control.

Folded over like a rag doll and getting railed by some rich alcoholic nearly twice her age.

To Wanda, it felt like nature was healing.

#2. AVENGERS '65-'66: THE SCARLET WITCH MEETS ANT MAN

The last few years of her life have been insane. Her entire life has been insane, but since '63, everything has been exceptionally insane.

Fighting X-Men. Fighting family. Becoming an Avenger and now fighting monsters and aliens and gods and supervillains.

Sometimes Wanda wishes she had just gone to college.

One of her very many secrets is this apartment. It's not hers, but the lady whose apartment it is, is so susceptible to Wanda's Hex Power, that Wanda doesn't even have to blast her every time anymore, the old woman recognizes her and lets her in.

Recognizes Wanda and lets Wands in under a different name. "Ah, if it isn't my niece Rachel, come to pay your lonely aunt a visit. Come in, come in..." Wanda likes that, in case anyone should ever be in the hallway and think that striking brunette looks familiar. Film star? No. Singer? No. Avenger? Hmmm, maybe...

Wanda did not tell her colleagues about this secret hideout of hers. She needed this to stay secret. She needed a place where she could get away. Get away, and sew.

With sewing there is no Hex Power involved. Only her physical hands and her physical mind.

She loves doing and being good at something that does not use or require her mutant ability. She is simply like anyone else, and better than anyone else for the same reasons anyone might be good at sewing. The reasons anyone might be good at making clothing.

Taste. Style. Effort. Things that are hers, and not her mutant destiny.

The pre-war, rent-controlled apartment was spacious with few windows and little light, in an awkward, high position in the building. But it had a large dining room, that the actual occupant had already converted to a sewing room long before she met her "niece Rachel." Wanda had come into her sewing supply store, incognito. Looking for sewing supplies, like normal. Wanda struck up a friendly conversation and when the Old Woman told her about her sewing room, then the nice young lady so properly dressed asked to see it and that seemed so reasonable to the Old Lady...

Wanda lets her silent landlord sleep on the couch should Wanda ever wish to stay overnight. She has her own room at the Avengers Mansion, and she knows some Avengers have other homes other places, some publicly known, some private. She knows some have secret hideaways like hers. She knows, it is her power to be able to know.

But she knows they do not know about this one, they do not know about her secret hideout. It is her power to be able to know what they know and what they do not know.

And so out of her signature scarlet red leotard and tights and cape and headdress, in the most comfy and shapeless rags she can find, Wanda spends hours with scissors and machine and measuring tape, designing and dressmaking. Repairs to her official costume she makes in her rooms at the Mansion.

But here she can change and improve her store-bought frocks, and she can make designs for herself and for her friends.

The look on everyone's faces when she admitted, that day in the Spring of '66, to sewing Hank Pym a new costume out of the high-tech material in his lab, in case he ever returned from where he had gone missing--that had been the biggest surprise in that life-or-death saga it turned out to be, ultimately forcing Hank and Janet to finally reveal to all that they were Ant-Man and The Wasp.

Of course Captain America said he did not know. Wanda thought that was probably true, given what a dull square he was.

Yet, "Wanda sews?" was an even bigger surprise for them all, bigger than the secret identity reveals or even the life and death they all fought through. Vanquishing villains and discovering hidden villain plots and hidden villain weaknesses was one thing, but, "the Scarlet Witch sews?"

Though of course everyone was also shocked, they claimed, about Hank and Janet.

But Wanda already knew about Hank and Janet. She knew Hank hated to interrupt his important experiments to give Janet any time. But she knew The Wasp never stayed at the Mansion, so it was easy for Wanda to wander down, in her nightgown, to Hank's laboratory one evening at two a.m.

This was the late Spring of '65. Wanda and her brother had just joined and moved into the Mansion.

Wanda was shocked at how empty the place was late at night. Majestic and still. Most Avengers lived someplace else.

She left her room.

No one else around. Barefeet. Silk. Perfume. Two quick sprays, for good measure.

Mostly shadows through the old house, no one seeing her or stopping her as she took the elevator to the science floors.

Hank had an open bottle of whisky and a giant-man-sized smile.

Alcoholic older scientists. Wanda had to admit she had a type.

She fucked Hank right there in his lab, halfway through the glass of whiskey he poured her.

He got hard but finished fast.

"I can make it bigger," he said, as he quickly softened after his orgasm.

Wanda smiled. "It was fine," she said, dismounting. Feeling the bonus thrill of having fucked not only an older daddy scientist type, but also some other bitch's man.

"Take that, Wasp," she thought. "Some battles we win without throwing a punch."

Janet Van Dyne, huh? Her identity was all over Hank's mind, and Hank's mind was so easy to enter for Wanda with her Hex. "You don't mind if I hex you while we do this, do you?" she asked the moment before she impaled herself on his small but earnest cock. "It'll make it feel so much better," and she meant it.

"Sure," Ant Man replied, in a drunken coo, and the more Wanda felt his penis opening her as she straddled on top of him, seated on his lab chair, the deeper her Hex went.

All sorts of secrets spilled out. So much, so fast, she did not need long to get her thrill.

"Was it good for you?" the cummy, drunken Hank asked once she was fully off his lap.

"Yes, Hank, yes, it was." She kissed him on the cheek and left him to pass out on his chair, knowing that when he woke, he would not be sure if this happened for real, or was just a drunken dream.

For Wanda, survivor of uninterrupted years of victories and defeats, it was yet another conquest.

But that was in '65, when Wanda was just getting settled in. Since finding her hideaway apartment, she had become quiet the seamstress by '66. Using Hank's left-behind materials to re-stitch her own costume, and to experiment with one for the missing Ant Man, which ended up coming in useful almost immediately after she finished her.

But that was her Hex Power. Wanda was coming to trust it more and more. And since it had been almost a year since she had gotten one-up (at least!) on Hank's fiancé Janet Van Dyne,

aka The Wasp!

she knew her Hex Power enjoyed this new way to get one on Janet, and signal to everyone, subconsciously, that Hank was really hers for the toying.

#3. AVENGERS '66: SCARLET WITCH VERSUS IRON MAN

Both naked, both post-coital. Up in Tony Stark's lab.

But she's here to fuck Iron Man, not Tony Stark.

The Scarlet Witch and Iron Man just took down some scary bad guys. They smashed lots of city infrastructure in the process. People died who they could not stop from dying. But they got the bad guys and they got the cheers and they got away together.

To fuck.

There was only one problem: when they fucked, Wanda called him Tony and Tony asked her to stop that. "I'm Iron Man, Scarlet Witch."

That made it hot and she closed her eyes and fucked Iron Man, fucked the hero, fucked the sexy suit, fucked the hero she had just kicked ass and done hero stuff with.

It was hot and she came on top of Iron Man's cock and Iron Man shot his hot cum up her magic little cunt.

But when post-coital and cuddling, Iron Man said to her, "Even we Avengers don't reveal our secret identities to each other! It's safer this way!"

And Wanda started thinking about who or whom she might not have been properly introduced to yet. Who she had not really gotten to know yet. When she fucked Tony Stark, she was also fucking over Pepper Potts, who had no clue that Tony Stark was cheating no her. But when she fucked Iron Man, did that matter? Pepper was Tony's. Hmmmm.

Maybe she needed to expand her social circles. There had to be other sexy superheroes who were already taken...

#4. AVENGERS '67: SCARLET WITCH MEETS MISTER FANTASTIC

The hot wet cunt of the Scarlet Witch.

Right there in front of him, right there on the edge of his favorite paperwork table in the back of his laboratory.

"Go ahead, Reed. She's not gonna suck herself," Reed hears Wanda's voice say. But he can't stop staring at the hypnotic sight of her twenty-something cunt. Her red, swollen, hairless, horny cunt.

Her scarlet cunt.

"Eat it fantastic, Mister Fantastic. Forget about Sue. Dive in and have what you really want," Wanda commands him.

She commands and he obeys. Face-first but already contorting his lips and mouth to make that perfect fit around the Scarlet Witch's hot, loving core.

"That's so right," she says between moans. "Do that thing with your tongue, stretch it all the way up to my spot. Oh yes, Mister Fantastic that is fantastic. Oh it's unfair for Sue to keep you to herself. Forget about that bitch and keep using that tongue on me."

Wanda has used her Hex Power on The World's Smartest Man, and he is powerless to disobey. Wanda knows Reed knows this. Wanda knows that Reed's true consciousness is still inside there, unable to resist.

But Wanda knows that the true Reed is not resisting. And Wanda knows that Reed knows that he is not resting. He knows he's Hexed by the Scarlet Witch, but he knows that she's only making him cheat on his wife and the mother of his child because it makes an easy excuse for The World's Smartest Man.

He's smart enough to have figured that out.

And Wanda knows that. But oh that fantastic tongue. So stretchy big. So flexible. So agile. His true superpower the way he makes her, like right now:

"Super-Cumming!!!!!!!!"

The Scarlet Witch loses it all over Mister Fantastic's face, like in a big splash page. But it's on the next page where the reaction panel shows the close-up of Mister Fantastic with all of her horny, needy, ovulating girl-cum on the older man's smiling, dazed face.

"You know, Reed: I think you do give the best head in this marvelous Universe!"