Black Widow's Sexy New Symbiotic Catsuit

Prologue: A Survivor

Several months ago…

Director Nick Fury stood in the middle of a floor of the Oscorp Building that had, just until recently, been the center of Oscorp's research into symbiotic defensive suits, observing the cleanup. Men and women in hazmat suits cleaned and examined what was left of this floor of the building after an explosion.

All of that had come to an end when a rogue symbiote-possessed woman, thought by many to be the superheroine known as the Booted Beauty, so named for her symbiotic-powered boots, waged an assault on the building in hoping to free her symbiote brethren. It was their goal to unleash an unimaginable scenario where hundreds of deadly symbiotes could escape, find and locate hosts, and then… it was the worst-case scenario Fury didn't want to think about.

Luckily, a SHIELD agent and a quick-thinking Oscorp employee had come and saved the day right when it seemed all hope was lost. The female symbiote was incapacitated and supposedly killed, and the other items of clothing were incinerated.

But Fury didn't believe that was the end of it. Which is why he was here now, examining the room, stoic and still.

"Director Fury!"

A voice muffled by the hazmat equipment shouted his name. He walked over to where they were signaling him, and he examined the floor.

There, on the ground, was what appeared to be a complete symbiote suit. It was a one-piece bodysuit, different from the pairs of pants and shirts they were expecting. Oscorp had told them pants and shirts were the only type of symbiote clothing they had produced as a part of their experiments.

"Sir, it appears as if this garment survived the explosion. It's different, as you can see, no separation in the upper and lower pieces."

"What do you think it is? More of the same?"

"Probably, sir. In all likelihood, same procedure used to make it as was used for the others, this one might have been… some sort of test design, perhaps."

Fury nodded. "Pack it away safely in one of the containment units, and bring it to my office."

The hazmat-protected SHIELD agent nodded in acknowledgment as Fury began walking away. As he was, two figures, one a middle-aged man in a cast and the other a much younger man wearing glasses, walked toward him.

"Listen, whoever you are!" the older man said. "My name is Arthur Denzen, I am the head of this department, and I deserve to hear about what exactly you people are doing to my offices!"

Director Fury grinned. "Mr. Denzen, you of all people should know that when an event that threatens every man, woman, and child in one of the biggest cities on Earth takes place, the U.S. government, as well as forces above and beyond it, have a vested interest in making sure that event never, EVER happens again."

Denzen sheepishly walked away. Fury could tell Denzen was frustrated, but he didn't care.

"Mister, uh, Sir… my name's Jake Thompson. I was…"

Fury smiled as he stuck out a hand for Jake to shake. "You don't have to tell me who you are. We appreciate your cooperation and service during the incident a few days ago."

"I was just wondering… have you found anything that survived the blast? I worked with the symbiotes pretty extensively, and I'm not completely confident that a blast could've destroyed every single-"

Fury crossed his arms.

"Son, that information is between me and Uncle Sam. As of this incident, you no longer have the final say on these symbiotic experimentations."

Fury walked away as Jake stood there, stunned and silenced.