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The air-conditioning pricked your exposed arms but your back and crevices were coated with sweat. Nibbling on the crispy fries, you finally decided to order a cold drink. The bartender was bombarded every second with a new drink order, you would have to wait for the crowd to dissipate first. As subtly as you could, you put a finger in your ear to block out some of the deafening music, envying how the intoxicated people slumped on the tables could sleep through it. You wrinkled your nose at someone puking.
Some guy barged his way in front of you and stole your chance to order, you took a deep breath in to calm yourself, you hated people, drunk men especially. A blonde women nudged him out of your orbit and settled down beside you, her almost non-existent perfume was delightful in this cesspool of sweat, alcohol breath and overpowering perfume. The low neckline of her flowy black dress, you were severely underdressed next to her in a shirt and jeans. A slit on the outer side of her thigh was testing your restraint- you took a peak at the skin before you caught yourself, meeting her olive green eyes. She had light make up on and was probably around your age, had a light German accent when she asked you, “can I buy you a drink?”
“Yes, please. Just iced water, I don’t take alcohol.”
The bartender instantly noticed her allure. Two drinks were placed in front of you before you knew it. Her’s was yellow with a big ice cube in an old fashioned glass, yours a childish blue in a hurricane glass.
“Thank you,” you shyly smiled at her before taking a sip, blue raspberry, your favorite artificial flavour. You wiggled in your seat beaming, you were expecting your boring order, you could kiss her on the mouth and call her wifey. This just made your night. You introduced yourself to her and she took your hand, shaking it.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Laura.” She took a fry when you offered the basket to her. “I’m from Switzerland, just visiting here. What about you?”
“I’m from Ohio, I moved here for work.” You proceeded to share a gossip from your work and Laura giggled, she moved closer to hear you better. You would drink her perfume if you had a bottle, she smelled fantastic.
In the middle of blabbering, your mind was progressively getting fuzzier and your vision blurrier. A slight turn of your head made your stomach dip and woozy. You frowned, “was there alcohol in this?”
Laura shook her head, her eyebrows furrowed, eyes and voice full of concern, “no, why? Are you feeling okay?”
“Uh.. just a little drowsy..” Maybe it would pass, you were enjoying Laura’s presence too much to leave now. Not to look rude but you needed your head to stop spinning so much, you put your elbow on the table to hold your head up.
How you got here was a blur. You and Laura were far from the bar and instead in a cold dim room, a car made an appearance but nothing else came to mind. It was too quiet, ringing in your ear. You were tied to a chair while she sat on another before you. She peeled back her blonde hair, revealing auburn under the wig, you would widen your eyes in surprise if your eyelids weren’t so heavy. She sat up straight, so poised that it made your shoulders ached at the thought of sitting like that.
“Are you working for them?” She had a mild russian accent now- but it was no different to you, all the same mudded sounds.
“What?” You slurred, your mouth might have been gaped open the whole time, dry saliva at the corner of your mouth. You were a tad disgusted and embarrassed with yourself.
“Ohio, nineteen ninety-two to nineteen ninety-five, were you working for them?”
“What?” As if things couldn’t get more confusing for your fuzzy mind. Every question she asked, prompted triple more from you- too many to ask out loud. She glared at you and leaped up, she pinched your nose, her palm created a suction when you tried to breathe through your mouth.
All the sounds you made were muffled, your jaw was forced shut. Your lungs burned and limbs tugged against the bonds, you wiggled your head but nothing loosened her hold.
Your chest convulsed as you were denied air.
The more you struggled, the tighter she squeezed.
Black spots dotted your vision. You stopped struggling.
When you thought you were going to pass out, she let go. You heaved and coughed from taking air in too quickly, your eyes burned with tears.
“I am not going to repeat myself. Did they sent you?” She had a tight grip on your hair. You winced. There was a sense of familiarity the longer you stared at her in a daze. It was inconvenient that a headache was making itself known as you wrecked your brain for a face match.
“Agent Romanoff, what are you doing?” A brunette woman burst into the room, her face was a blob of blurry flesh and hair to you at that distance.
“I’m busy here, Agent Hill.”
The brunette snatched her away from you, bringing sweet relief to your scalp. They were having an intense eye contest, she had a tight grip on Laura- Romanoff’s arm. Now, that was a face you promptly recognized, your saviour was Maria Hill, she occasionally visited the Family Video store you worked at, you only knew that because you kept an eye out for her, having developed an interest.
She alternated visiting every Friday and Sunday each week- except Wednesday or Thursday for the middle week of the month. Every two months she would come in on Monday at the end of the month. She always took home one romantic comedy movie and one horror. On Wednesdays, she took an additional science fiction movie. Not that your calendar has recordings of all that, you would be a psychopath if you did. She was just mysterious and hot, she was basically a mating call directed to you, how could you resist?
“Explain yourself.” Maria hissed at Romanoff, reminding you of this baffling position you were in.
“You shouldn’t be here, she’s a Widow. I haven’t gotten her to admit it yet since you interrupted.” Romanoff spat back.
“I never got married.” You protested. Your nostril tickled with incoming mucus, you sniffed, not having hands to wipe it away.
“Скажи это, ты из красная комната.” Romanoff pointed a finger at you.
The combination of her hair, face and voice helped your brain finally connect the dots, “Nat?”
For once, they were silent. You would’ve recognized her as soon as her wig was off if your mind wasn’t lagging. Her face hadn’t changed one bit, only her hair was longer and braided into two. If she was one of your other childhood friends, you wouldn’t have remembered her, but you never stopped thinking about Natasha after her family left Ohio.
“Oh, how’s Yelena? And your Mama?”You loved when Melina sprouted random science stuff, she was kinder than most adults, and Yelena was the cutest sister ever. They were the best neighbours you could have asked for. You and Natasha knew each other’s secrets and fears, you were soulmates. She was your constant and stability. You were reasonably devastated when they left without a word.
Natasha huffed, “they weren’t my real family, you knew that.”
Every single word that left her mouth only messed with your mind and it showed plainly on your face, “well... when you disappeared, the whole neighborhood was gossiping about your family being.. fucking spies? Some classmates swore I was one two and others would laugh at me for falling for a spy like it was my fault.”
That year was filled with frustration and loneliness, and the lack of closure prevented you from truly moving on, sometimes you imagine her whole family being murdered in the dead of the night while you slept soundly, and that their bodies were cleaned up before anyone could report anything.
“But i didn’t-don’t care about all that bullshit, i just want my best friend back.”
Natasha frowned even deeper.
“So this is your little star,” Maria hummed in approval. You lit up at the implication that Natasha talked about you. Once for Halloween, you dressed as a star, huge and chunky. You were too old to be wearing what seemed like a kid’s costume- or a mascot- but you didn’t care, you happily visited Natasha who wore boring dark blue clothes and a crescent shaped paper taped onto her shirt. Melena made Yelena a sun headpiece out of cardboard, Yelena had insisted on being the sun because she had “hair like the sun.” You thought Natasha’s dyed blue hair matched the moon anyways.
“Yeah, this is her.” Natasha redirected to you, “say ‘hi, Maria.’ I am sure you know her already.”
“Your.. girlfriend?” You wondered, you sensed something going on between them. Natasha’s eyes hardened and you regretted your words instantly. “Hi, Maria.”
Maria cleared her throat and grabbed Natasha’s bicep, leading her away from you, “excuse us for a moment.”
“I know her but it’s not what you think, I swear to Nick if you hurt her...” Maria snarled at the redhead.
“She was tailing me. Everywhere I looked, she was there.”
“You saw a familiar face but no evidence that she is a Widow.” Maria sighed, her tone softened but demanded, “tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m just...” Natasha’s eyes darted to you, “maybe a little paranoid. An agent said something about me- and it was true since the first thought was to eliminate him before he eliminated me.”
You noticed her fingernail picking at her thumb, she shifted and completely hid herself behind Maria from you and continued in an even softer voice, “but then I saw her and... it felt like I was thrown back in there. I spent years quietly grieving Ohio- that was my one weakness- and her appearance was like a test that I would, without a doubt, fail.”
Maria’s shoulders visibly lowered, she nodded, “So we’ve come to the conclusion that she’s not a threat. Please apologize to her, make it up to her? Prevent this from being another paperwork on my desk.”
Natasha grinned and rolled her eyes at her, “yes ma’am.”
“Nat, I don’t feel so good..” You whined. There was pressure on your bladder and pounding in your head. It made your heart ache to see her again, you missed her badly, yearned for her touch and comfort. Your throat itched, warning you to get it together before you started bawling your eyes out.
“You’re okay, your body is trying to get rid of the drugs.” Natasha squatted to hold your chin, she titled your head to see your eyes better. You weren’t sure what she was searching for.
“Do you have a flashlight?” Natasha requested. Maria passed it to her without a question. She shined it to the side of your eyes, watching your pupils shrink. The flashlight returned to Maria and the rope around your arms and legs slid off with ease thanks to Natasha’s swift hands. Your arms slung around their shoulders, baring most of your weight as you stood.
“You know, there’s a way to burn it out quicker..” Natasha smirked and wiggled her eyebrows mischievously. Lucky for her, Maria’s hands were preoccupied to smack her for that.
The room brightened up when the door opened. People dressed similarly to Maria didn’t bat an eye at you as you moved down the never ending corridor, they efficiently transported you to one of the many private medical rooms. It stink of that sterile scent and maybe you were imagining that metallic stench. You refused to get onto the bed, clinging onto Natasha, you always imagined the day you meet again, you didn’t think it would happen so soon. There was no chance of her disappearing again if you held onto her.
She laid on the bed, so you followed, laying on top of her. A bottle of water tipped down to your lips and it didn’t stop until the bottle was empty. Her breast was soft against your cheek, the pads of her fingers lightly brushed your forehead, your eyelids fluttering when she came close to your eyes. The dense bed barely dipped as Maria sat at the edge.
“Why didn’t you at least write me a note when you left?” You muttered. Natasha’s hand rubbing your hip halted, she didn’t immediately reply, carefully sculpting her answer to avoid anything she couldn’t share just yet for the sake of your safety.
“Forgive me, we didn’t have a second to spare. Lena didn’t even have her shoes.” Her voice was distorted with your ear pressed to her chest. Her calm heartbeat lulled you, “are you sleepy, милая?”
Maria lifted your head off her chest, “she should stay awake,” you whined, your head was so heavy. Being awake has never been this torturous. You could sleep untill the next year for all you cared, it would be the best sleep you would have in your life.
“I won’t kiss you if you fall asleep.”
Your eyes snapped open at Natasha’s threat. And for that, she rewarded you with a quick peck on the lips. It was arguably not a kiss. The kisses you shared when you were younger had lasted longer than this.
“I’m so awake.” Your eyebrows lifted as high up as they could go and your lips puckered. She snickered but still gave you what you wanted, you held the back of her head before she could pull away again. You craved so badly to thread her soft hair between your fingers like you did years ago, but you wouldn’t dare ruin her braids so you twiddled with it.
Maybe you were grinding and feeling up her body a little too ravenously than intended because Maria seperated the two of you with her palm on your foreheads, “God, you’re like horny teenagers.”
You huffed with a pout but puppy eyes didn’t work with Maria, her thumb pushed your bottom lip, “put that lip away. Behave yourself, you have work tomorrow and unless you want to be suffering with a headache, we have to flush everything out.”
Another water bottle shoved at you. You swear you were going to puke if you drank any more water but you weren’t brave enough to rebel against Maria. Suddenly recalling the time you were closing up the shop, locked the door and took a stepped backwards just to bump into Maria on the sidewalk, crushing her disposable cup and splashing her drink all over the both of you. A stern look on her face told you to start begging for her forgiveness, the exact look she was giving you now, you had offered to pay for her drink but she rushed off and you went home soaked in sticky liquid. You wished to keep that memory burried deep in the back of your mind- preferably erase its existance but that was not a realistic solution.
An electronic beep sounded, static voices came from Maria, she pulled out a radio from her back pocket and responded with some coded words you didn’t understand.
“Good girl,” she pat your head. “I’ll be back in a minute, keep your hands to yourselves and please don’t kill anyone.”
She did not elaborate further while Natasha mouthed those words back mockingly. If she caught you watching Maria walk away, she didn’t tease you about it. Once the door slid shut, Natasha flipped you onto your back. She wasted not a second to kiss you again, with tongue this round, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Little sparks of arousal erupting in your gut, her tongue was confident in exploring your mouth, you followed her lead. She was passionate in a way you’ve never experienced, it was hungry and speaking to you of those years of separation- condensed like no time had passed at all, merely picking up from where you left. She wanted to merge into you or crawl under your skin and live within you at the very least. You whimpered and pant into her, the kiss took stamina you didn’t have but you would train for it if it was always this rewarding.
You didn’t part for air even as she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and guided your hands into the fabric, “I know you’ve been strarring at them.”
You gleefully tucked her breasts out and cupped them, a decent weight in your hands. You cautiously rubbed your thumb over her nipples and the little bud greeted you back. Her teeth clamped down on your tongue, you gasped and your body jerked against her. A proud smile spreaded across her face at your reaction.
Her hands found their way onto you, your tongue faltered as she mirrored your actions, groping your breasts. How she was able to multitask, you couldn’t comprehend, your tongue couldn’t move when your hands moved. They wouldn’t co-operate to feed your greed. It only aided the ache, her sporadic rough squeezes have you squirming in her hands. She shushed you when you moaned too loudly.
Occasional boots stomping pass your room reminded you where you were. It spurred the need in you to soothe the ache, anyone could walk in on you at any moment while the both of you were in this state of undressed. You hooked an arm over her shoulder to bring her closer, shamelessly grinding on her knee in between your legs. She took the opportunity to nip at your neck. You bit your lip to quieten your noises, it wouldn’t be pleasant to her ears hearing them this close.
From this position, you were the one to lock eyes with Maria when she returned. You froze. Either Natasha didn’t care and wasn’t going to acknowledge her, or she hadn’t realized. She was still going on, targeting your weak points.
“I’m surprised you haven’t picked your weapon, you’re surrounded by tools meant to enter the body.” Maria remarked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto one leg.
“I prefer the old fashioned way.” Natasha’s hand left your breast to explore in your pants. She felt a damp patch on your underwear, “ooh you like me.”
You scoffed, Maria’s observant eyes were too intense to look at, you hid your face in Natasha’s shoulder, “shut up.”
“Awh, it’s okay, I like you too.” She pulled your panties to the side and teased your folds. You wondered if she was magic, to have you so desperate and dripping for her. You were too ashamed to ask for more so soon so you let her take her time. You took a peak at Maria who was watching her watch and you went back to hiding when she looked up.
Natahsa was hungry for a taste of you, she took a bite at your exposed breast- your shirt had ridden up thanks to her, oddly enough, you could smell sweet syrup on it. You had no recollection of its origins and when it settle in. She continued down while she tugged your pants and panties low enough. Your face was flushed imagining how embarrasingly wet you were.
Meanwhile, she was over the moon. She licked a stripe up and started devouring you, having you moaning and writhing under her, the soft muscle knew all the spots. You almost forgot about Maria with how stiffly she stood there, only when your eyes meet did she took it as consent to attack your chest with her mouth. Your breath hitched and thighs threatened to squash Natasha’s head.
“Fuck,” you pant, it seemed they were only worsening the ache, it intensified and you had a thought that they should cease all ministrations, but you also wanted so much more. Maria’s sleek bun was just begging to be tugged, you couldn’t help yourself when her tongue flicked your hardened nipple.
What you weren’t expecting was a slap to your boob. You yelped and scrambled to cover yourself- though the sting did something to you and Natasha knew. Maria pinned your hands down so she could bring on more red to your already flushed skin.
“Slower,” you strained in-between breaths, it was coming too soon, the pressure in your gut fluctuated dramatically as you tried to reign it in too late. There was no chance of holding on any longer as Natasha slurped like a parched animal.
If they knew you were orgasming, they showed no signs of slowing their actions. You cried out as the pleasure dragged on, euphoria could only last so long. Maria didn’t care that the space between your legs could only fit one head, she would make it work. She reached for Natasha’s tongue with her own, accepting the taste of you on her.
Random spasms of your limbs didn’t put them off track, only encouraged them to turn you into a trembling whiny mess. You grabbed someone’s hair- your eyes were pinched shut- indecisive in yanking them in which direction. Eager for more, yet your body couldn’t keep up.
Their tongues were one to you, fighting over your erect clit and weeping hole, all you cared about was the tingling in your thighs. It was warning you but truthfully, it distracted you, feeding your desire. You welcomed it to consume you.
“Ебать, she’s clamping down on my fingers.”
You were a fool to assume they would give you a breather. The sounds coming from below was obscene, fingers were forced through your slick pulsing walls. Burning heat flushing by your thighs, you opened your eyes in time to see yourself sprinkling all over you. Natasha rubbed your swollen clit and the stream gushed out, ejecting Maria’s fingers with sticky webs.
You gasped, “oh.”
They wore matching grins. The liquid rapidly cooled on your skin, if they achieved it once, obviously they had to attempt it a few more times. It seemed they were planning ahead with the amount of water forced down your throat.
“Stop moving.” Maria chided you. Your bucking hips paused even as they stroked your sensitive puffy pussy lips.
“She follow orders so much better than the rookies,” Maria was quite amazed with your restraint, hadn’t expected you to actually obey her. “Why didn’t we recruit her?”
Natasha shook her head, “she would be eaten alive in this line of work.”
Never mind your obedience, they made you orgasm twice and squirt once more before you called it quits. You were fighting for your life, your body was awfully responsive to their touches. A curl of their fingers had your back arched and lifted off like a possessed being. The stiff bed meant that you received the full force of every thrust.
Sweat and other body fluids coated your skins, Maria’s eyes were focused on wiping you clean of all the substances. You stared at her face, never imagined you would get the opportunity to be this up close and personal with her. You thought she was way out of you of league. Her visit to the store was all you got and you accepted your fate. Clearly fate had other plans for you.
After wiping the bed, Natasha effortlessly rebraided her hair and took the liberty to do Maria’s hair too, just to be presentable if people paid attention to them. They weren’t too concerned about cleaning up after themselves since the rooms were regularly deep cleaned after every use. You were changed into new clothes, plain white shirt and black pants, standard issued you assumed.
Despite being thoroughly spent, you arrived at a plain room in the facility, little evidence that it was lived in but it lacked decorations. You were leaning heavily against Natasha, she dropped you on the bed and ditched you for Maria. They kissed ferociously and stripped each other bare in a flash. You freely ogled.
Maria fetched a double ended dildo from somewhere below the bed, panting with need into each other’s mouths. The length of the dildo popped in them both like it was nothing. They had restrained their appetite with you, they moved like wild horny animals, selfishly taking what they wanted as the bed creaked angrily. Maria toppled over Natasha, her biceps bulged as she lifted Natasha’s butt off the bed and thrusted her hips into her. The dildo disappeared completely from your sight, your mouth watered and lust returned.
Of course Natasha spotted it, “like what you see, моя звезда?”
“Да, очень нравится.”
“Fuck, you remembered what I taught you?”
You shrugged, you wouldn’t allow yourself to forget the few Russian words she taught you, you kept the book where you wrote them down. Maria spreaded Natasha’s legs apart to get in closer, pleased with the benefit of Natasha’s flexibility. They moaned in unison. It was intense to watch, they were rough, tugging at each other’s hair and messily making out. You half-heartedly expected them to draw blood.
Minutes or hours passed, you were in and out of it, they settled down, someone kissed your forehead. In a state of tranquility, you weren’t sure when your eyes slipped close, your mind floating away. Fingers pressed to your pulse, counting. You blindly searched for Natasha’s hand and held on. She dragged you in and wrapped her arm around you.
You hooked your leg over hers, bumping into Maria who did the same on the other side of Natasha. Arms crossed over Natasha’s chest, efficiently trapping her. The fingers on your shoulder were in you previously, you could smell it. You brought them to your mouth, teeth scraped the pad of her fingers. They went and returned dipped in a similar scent. Like a starving kitten, you sucked them dry, it’s a shame that this was all you got. Nevertheless, you could still have more for breakfast when you wake.