Christian Grey Vs Pepper Potts Chapter 13, a Fifty Shades Trilogy + Avengers Crossover fanfic

Chapter 13

Having just delivered Jennifer Walters to Bruce's private apartment in Avengers Tower, Natasha backtracked toward the elevator. Mere seconds after passing the doorway of one of the numerous darkened laboratories, a figured peeled itself out of the darkness to fall into step behind her. Shifting air currents resulting from sudden movement were what ultimately triggered her reaction. She dropped lower to the floor and spun in an attempt to get out of the direct line of attack which would foil any instant kill tactics. The assassin refused to retreat. His mass-the compact body was definitely male-encroached upon her rather than retreating, and she found herself forced onto the defensive and into a hasty retreat to keep distance between them.

The assassin was a sliver of a second faster. Her momentum was used against her, the mass of his body pressing inward and herding her into a deeper retreat. An automatic door swished open behind her, and she ended up backpedaling into the lab where she would be isolated away from the more high-traffic hallway where help might stumble upon them. Within seconds, she was pressed up against a wall with strong fingers curling around her throat.

Only one person was capable of rendering her in her present position so quickly and with so little effort. Breath panted into her lungs as both excitement and awareness bloomed throughout her body. "One of these days, my reaction time will be just fast enough to slide a blade through your trachea before I stop to question who's attacking, Clint."

"Until then, I intend to keep you on your toes, Agent Romanoff," he responded, his voice low and silky. The man's thigh forced its way between her legs and came into contact with the rapidly heating core of her sexuality.

"Because of course you've single-handedly decided to keep me in top form."

"Or punish you for still feeling that sexual spark with Sergeant Barnes."

"Then I should make you walk naked through a field of saw grass the next time you comment about how sexy you find Kristen Bell."

"Differences, Agent Romanoff; you should acknowledge them. I've never fucked Kristen Bell," he breathed while his fingers worked at the buttons holding her blouse closed.

"Perspective, Agent Barton; you need to change yours. Decades have passed since the last time I was with Barnes." Her breathing became erratic when he pulled the cup of her bra out of the way and chafed his palm over her breast, calluses roughing her nipple. Adrenaline was quickly bleeding into a different kind of heightened awareness.

"But you still feel it."

"Feeling it doesn't mean I'm going to act on it."

"He wants you."

"So you're going to punish me for not being able to control his emotional responses?"

"You are a master at manipulating people's emotional responses. Maybe that means you don't want to put him in his place," he whispered, his warm breath fanning across the side of her throat as he dropped his hand to her belt buckle.

Natasha moved suddenly, pushing her hips outward at the same time she twisted one of his fingers until he had to choose between moving and having his joint dislocated. She rolled them until he was pressed up against the wall and she was the one in the driver's seat. Fingers worked his belt open until she was granted access to the contents of his pants. A thrilling sensation spread warmth through her loins when his breath hitched in his throat.

"I'm not manipulating Sergeant Barnes. After everything he's been through, he deserves more respect than to be emotionally handled just to put your mind at ease."

"Respect me enough to tell me," he whispered in a sudden change of tactics and tone. Clint sounded almost resigned, as though an affair with Bucky was a foregone conclusion.

"Tell you what?" she asked before sucking on the lobe of his ear.

"If you decide Bucky's a better fit for you, respect me enough to tell me about it rather than running around behind my back."

Her mission to work Clint's pants down around his thighs entered a brief hiatus as she pulled back to really look at him through the gloom of the windowless lab, the interior only faintly lit by light streaming in through the glass door. "You're really concerned about this?"

Her lover didn't respond, merely shifted his glance to the side as though having trouble answering or feeling weak for owning up to his present insecurities.

"Bucky and me have been over for a long time." When he still didn't meet her glance, she caught his chin between thumb and forefinger and encouraged him to turn his head back toward her. "Clint, I'm not going to leave you for Bucky."

That finally prompted him to look at her again. "Don't pretend like my concern is groundless. You ran around behind my back after Russia. When I brought you to the Louisiana safe house and Agent Gotterung took over your deprogramming, I caught the two of you together. That's when I pulled back emotionally."

So they were going to be serious. Tasha stepped back to put distance between them, a muscle in her jaw working. It was her turn to look away from him. "Yeah, I slept with Agent Gotterung. He discovered that aspect of my programming. You know, use any means necessary up to and including manipulating enemy males through sex to preserve the conditioning I'd received in the Red Room. Gotterung stumbled upon the trigger for that particular aspect of my programming and manipulated it at will."

Silence.

"Clint…"

He forestalled her comment by pinning her with a glance. Intensity tightened his eyes. It was as though she could feel him trying to get inside her head, and there was no escaping his efforts no matter how desperately she sought to close off her emotions.

"Gotterung took advantage of you during your deprogramming?"

She shrugged in response.

"Tash…"

It was her turn to interrupt when she held up her hands for silence. "Don't make it more than what it was. And don't you dare apologize. You were operating on the information you had at the time. There was no way you could have known differently."

"I'm going to Hell, Tash," he said.

"God, I hope not. It's hot in Hell, and we Russian broads don't do well in that kind of heat. Wreaks havoc with my hair, and I end up looking like a flaming poof ball."

Her lover snorted softly, cupped the nape of her neck, and pulled her back in until their foreheads were pressed together, bodies flush. "So you won't leave me for Barnes."

"Not unless Barnes can offer me a better deal than Hell," she quipped while smirking.

"You'd really follow me to Hell?"

"You already followed me to Hell. It's only fair I take that leap for you."

A shuddering breath expanded her lungs and Clint suddenly pulled her in for a kiss while curling an arm around her waist and using said arm to spin her until she was pressed up against the wall again. The warmth of his tongue deepened the kiss. A soft sound escaped her control when he freed the button of her trousers and slipped his hand inside to remind her that certain types of heat were insanely pleasurable.

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