4: Try out exhibitionism

Natasha was an adventurous girl. She was perfectly comfortable in her body and had never minded who saw what, intentionally flaunting it occasionally -cough- all the time -cough-, but she had never tried exhibitionism out until being practically forced to live in Stark Tower. Her room had a full-wall window overlooking the streets of Manhattan. More accurately, directly down a dingy alley. The window was useless except for one thing: stripping to the public.

The dingy alley had a club's back door open onto it, and countless one-night-stands waiting to happen snogging and, occasionally, fucking on the bins. Natasha thought she'd have some fun and put them off at the same time. So she removed the curtain rail, leaving on the floor, then kneeled up on her bed and slowly began peeling her shirt off before leaning her face against the window and licking in circles, catching in the eye of every male in the alley at once, like in a 4D movie when everyone thinks the spider is swinging at them specifically - and it was.

When her bra was revealed Natasha hooked the bottom of her shirt behind her head and began sliding her arms out of the sleeves carefully enough to present her breasts, hanging out of her too-small bra, to the nation. Hidden by the shirt, she grinned to herself. This was fun. With both of her arms out she stood and pulled her shirt off from the collar, hair fluttering behind her as she leaned forward, revealing her ample bosom again and winking towards all the men before directing her attentions to her socks.

Natasha could make taking off socks look sexy, pulling the material away from her foot toe by toe then lifting her leg to remove the sock completely by her teeth. With the other foot it was simpler: turn around to show off your ass as you lean right down and pull off your sock.

She turned back around to slowly unbutton, then unfasten, her jeans, watching her own hands like a pervert, then faced away from the window again to shimmy out of them. She was left with her jeans around her ankles and only her lace underwear on, taking a coat hanger to her bra clasp before sliding the straps off as she brought the material round her front, squeezing her breasts together as she turned back around, throwing the bra behind her with both hands and allowing her breasts to bounce and bob and turn teenage boys in the process. The glass was soundproof but she was pretty sure she could hear a scream.

This was her, literal, downfall. She was about to step off the bed to put the shirt on the coathanger, providing a close-up of her ass for everyone, when she forgot about the jeans restricting her ankles, falling half-off the bed and hitting her breasts against the hard metal below the mattress, hissing in pain but recovering, putting her hands on the ground to go into a handstand and kick her jeans off while doing a hand-flip back to her feet, back to the window and her game back on. Her boobs hurt, though. A lot.

5: Ban Natasha's exhibitionism

Steve was arriving back at Stark Tower at that very moment, noticing the unusual level of noise coming from the skanky area to the other side he walked over to make sure there was no criminal activity.

No, just a massive orgy with all the guys getting off to something they were watching, two of them videoing it - cells held in their mouths as both hands were doing something else. Steve, scoffed, disgusted, but having only yesterday got his first taste of sexuality of the 21st century, was intrigued, and followed their line of sight to see... Agent Romanoff naked. Reading a magazine on her bed, legs spread wide and magazine resting in her lap as she leaned forward to focus on something, he supposed. Then she yawned, stretching her arms up, and closed the magazine before walking into the bathroom. Steve felt bad at having watched that, he wasn't vermin like the men who were so openly fantasizing about her.

Steve called Tony on his way to his room, Tony immediately getting the wrong end of the stick and wanting to "join in", but Steve suggested maybe replacing her mirror with one-way glass.

"No, Stark, she didn't know anyone was watching her. They're awful perverts, you should replace it with one-way glass- no! Better yet, window to see out but a mirror when you try to look in, that way all the scum can see themselves and be ashamed."

Tony laughed, "I really doubt she didn't know anyone was looking in, and if she didn't want you to then she would've shut the curtains-"

"No, I think they must of fallen down, I couldn't see them at the side."

"Spying on the agent?" Tony scoffed, "sound more like your an architect and you were landscaping her room".

"Whatever, fix it, I feel bad for her."

"ok, but you owe me."

"fine."

The call ended as Steve reached his room, tucking his cell away in his pocket before opening the door. Doing so, he revealed a certain marksman lying on his bed, watching TV.

"er, Clint?"

"Yes?" the archer waggled his eyebrows and turned the TV off, then noticed Steve's erection straining at his leather motorbike pants. Clint stood up, faking surprise "Do I get you turned on that quickly?" He smiled, and Steve smiled weakly back then blushed.

"No, I, um, accidentally saw Agent Romanoff naked." he sounded so sweet and embarrassed as Clint stopped trailing his fingers down the super soldier's t-shirt and looked up at his face, which was looking down at his.

"accidnetally?" Clint asked, wiggling an eyebrow again.

"Yeh, I don't know if she knows people can actually see in her bedroom window" he smiled at Clint, who then turned to look at Steve's window over his shoulder, noticing the curtains were open, then going over to shut them. While he was still turned away from Steve, he took all of his clothes off, then went to sit on Steve's bed.

"Come, sit on my lap." Clint patted his knees and Steve could do nothing but oblige. When he sat, legs wrapped around Clint's waist, the smaller man took his shirt right off, throwing it anywhere, before kissing him softly. Steve smiled into the kiss then became desperate as Clint's fingers joined his tongue. Steve groaned as Clint pulled back, but left his two fingers in. "Suck" he instructed as he began to thrust them in and out, letting his other fingers join them, then his thumb, then his whole fist, forcing his longer fingers to be swallowed as Steve grew harder, cock chafing against the leather and fists balling in the sheets, legs tightening around Clint's waist and drawing them so close that Clint's cock was now knocking against his everytime he brought his hand out a bit and forced it back in. As much as Clint loved the sex, he felt he needed revenge for the American Pie incident.

He forced his wrist into Steve's mouth, allowing him to clamp his teeth around his arm just past his wrist bone before tucking his fingers together and pushing more of his forearm down Steve's throat, Steve throwing his head back and moaning, whimpering, groaning, and bucking his hips forcefully into Clint's, smashing hard into Clint's straight cock with his and compressing it between their pelvic bones, Clint's balls being squashed between the men and the matress, the assassin squealing as his cock became painfully erect at the contact, despite the pain of being smashed in the balls, resting naked against his stomach, turning red and throbbing, dripping with precum. Steve was entranced as he saw it like this, having expanded a little as it grew and the tip becoming vibrant. He wanted to lean down and suck on it, instead sucking harder on Clint's hand and arm.

That was when Clint removed his arm from Steve's mouth, Steve's groan only serving for him to grow harder somehow, bucking upwards at nothing, legs coming together like a girl before he brought his left hand, which Steve had just finished preparing, to it, holding the back of Steve's neck to make him watch, and stroking his middle finger over cock so gently from base to tip and back down, bucking up effortlessly again when his finger touched his slit. Steve began to lean down but Clint stopped him, kneeling up between Steve's vice-like legs and forcing his cock, now, down the other man's throat. Steve tried sucking again like before but Clint shaked his head, thrusting in and out of his mouth, fucking Steve's face. Both men were moaning and Steve was about to move his hand into his pants to help himself but Clint caught him with his right, dry, hand, warning him not to. Steve just groaned at the rule and Clint took his right hand to his own cock, joining it in Steve's mouth and filling him more while at the same time circling his shaft as his thrusts got faster.

Clint removed this hand when it was soaked with saliva and pre-cum, then thrust in deep, Steve barely able to take it all, with Clint's balls resting in his mouth. Clint thrust slightly, never letting his balls leave, before stopping altogether as Steve began to lick them and suck on them. Clint took this as an opportunity to put his wet hands inside Steve's tight leather pants - having to unzip them first. He shimmied the pants down a bit to let Steve's cock spring up some more, still cased in his tighter briefs - without being erect it would be impossible not to see the outline of his massive cock. Clint moaned at both Steve pleasuring him and the sight of it trying to escape. Not a chance. He wrapped his left hand around Steve's cock and took to squeezing his balls with his right, hard and frequently squashing them like a stress ball for an office worker. Steve began to buck up, now, too, and hum around Clint's impossibly ever-hardening cock, seeking seemingly unobtainable release. Clint moaned and removed his left hand from around Steve's cock to grab Steve's hands and force them into the own man's mouth to pleasure him further. Steve groaned at being used, bucking up some more before Clint returned his hand and began pumping Steve's cock quick, tight (because he could barely get his hand round it), and hard. Steve was endlessly cumming in his pants in no time, semen seeping out from the leg holes and the waistband, Steve screaming around Clint's cock making the other man cum, too, sending his semen right down Steve's throat and hoarsely telling him to swallow. Clint was still so, so, hard when he removed his cock, the member throbbing and the same color as Steve's face.

Clint grinned, licking his cum from Steve's lips then licking up what of Steve's cum was covering his stomach and legs. Steve sprung up in his briefs again, Clint grinning and sucking on the head of the member, squeezing his balls again. When Steve came almost immediately, cum exploding from the durable underwear, Clint lapped it all up then moved his hands to his own dick and balls, forcing Steve to watch him pleasure himself before taking the captain's hands and making him join in. Steve knelt up, then, too, kissing Clint roughly and biting hard on his lip making Clint do the same. Clint then moved one hand for his middle finger to run up the underside of Steve's cock before the man came hard gushing out and spilling semen everywhere, Clint licking his hand as the briefs, still tightly to clinging to Steve's still erect cock and full of his juices, began letting some drip down. Clint ignored this, though, as he came just as hard when Steve gave a forceful tug to one of his balls, letting their cums mix together on Steve's briefs, pants, bed, everywhere.

When he was recovered, Clint limped to his clothes and climbed into a vent by the closet. Steve had a long sleep until the next night, when Natasha barged in, wielding what looked like a curtain rail, and glared at him.

"Stark says it was you who blocked my window!" She growled before Steve held his hands up in surrender and tried to think of a way to explain he was just trying to be helpful but she didn't give him a chance. As soon as he stood up to slowly approach the danger she swung the rail swiftly up between his legs and storming out as he dropped to the floor in agony, Clint appearing 5 minutes later in the doorway she'd left open moments earlier to see Steve rolling around on the floor, then running off to find the soother again.

6: Watch Natasha's exhibitionism

Tony Stark wasn't the kind of guy to miss out on whatever Natasha had been doing, so typed 'naked girl stark tower' into youtube, as Steve had mentioned there had been guys videoing it. No doubt Nat would find out quickly that there were now 800 versions of her little show, and personally bodily harm the uploaders, but Tony hadn't uploaded anything, he was just going to watch. So he began to watch in bed on his laptop, then began to masturbate while watching in bed, then repeated the video, especially when she was upside down, breasts sagging a little with gravity and nearing her own face. He didn't notice Pepper come in, but she noticed what he was doing and slammed the laptop shut, catching his dick head in the process. He squeaked but she just gave him a half-dissappointed, half-angry look.

"Honestly, Tony, you said you'd stopped watching porn"

"I have, that wasn't porn, it was Nata-" he wasn't quick enough in realizing what he was about to say before stopping and Pepper just gave him an appalled look.

"really? Really, Tony?" she was now definitely more angry, little bit of jealously creeping in, but mostly angry, "her?" Tony swallowed, knowing Pepper would promptly invite the deadly redhead to attack him. He probably wouldn't get any for a month, either.

As expected, five minutes after Pepper left the bedroom again, Natasha was there, holding a curtain rail in both hands. Tony grinned, that's where her curtains were. Then he remembered she was about to inflict and pain and his expression turned mortified, he swallowed before scrabbling to bury himself under the covers. It was useless, though, Natasha jumped through the air and nearly impaled Tony's cock onto the rail, slamming the metal stopper of the end right into his genitals, Tony let out a high-pitched squeal before she just sauntered out.