A New Villain
Author note-Warning this fic contains cheating, male domination, Naruto being a perv and a villain, mind-break and harsh smut.
A young four year old Naruto ran from his village, the sounds of villagers yelling not far behind. Venturing far from his so called home deep into a forest. It was a mob who were pursuing him with all their furious speed. Naruto cursed himself, if he had been stronger. If only he would have had more power. All he knew from these residents was pure hatred all his life, done with being decent, tired of this village.
Naruto's small legs couldn't keep the distance, the villagers closing in, surrounding him. Their eyes were dark red, frothing at the mouth for a kill. "It's over demon. We will finally finish what no one else could for all these years. Today we'll kill this demon once and for all!" The villager roared. After saying that, the others cheered as they raised their own weapons with intent to kill, closing in for the slaughter. They considered the blonde nothing more than a demon, watching Naruto with simply expressions of hate. The villager's approached as they encircled him. Backed in a corner with nowhere to run he cursed himself again, fury in his heart. Years of anger build to this moment, awaking his deepest rage. As the villagers advanced upon him, noticing that his eyes were no longer blue, rather they were purple, with a ripple pattern. The men stopped confused and tried to back away, but it was too late.
Naruto stood straight up with a grunt. All he wanted to do was to make these people pay. These vile villagers who had caused him so much agony, to vanish. His body moving on it's own accord, he was unaware of his own actions. Arm extended forward as he simply spoke. "Almighty Push." Saying those words, causing the mob to be thrown off the ground, up above the trees. A dozen villagers screamed out in terror as they were brought back to earth with speed. Rushing back down, bodies crashed against the earth by a massive force. All at once, a loud devastating crunch of bones breaking was heard with no more shrieks to be perceived. They could do nothing, all of them laying on the ground, dead.
The young Uzumaki looked over the horrid scene, it all happened in a second. Mangled corpses twisted into balls were mashed against the forest floor, missing limbs were torn and crushed skulls with gaping wounds. Blood poured on the ground, no longer a sound to be uttered. All he could think to do was leave this horrible place, never to return to the moral man, looking for a new home. But no longer the same Uzumaki, a young man with nothing but malice and distain for others. Taking up his new fond role that all the villagers told him he already was. A villain.
Sixteen years later-
Out in New York City, on the rooftops, a sly agent quickly moved. Natasha landed softly on the metal rooftop of the warehouse, her body trained to be as silent as possible. The stunning Russian secret agent, the curvaceous beauty with long red hair known as Black Widow sighed, on her mission. She's clad in her trademark, tight fitting black bodysuit that showed off her curves perfectly, especially her juicy and thick ass, and deliberately had her front zipper pulled down to show off a generous amount of cleavage created by her large breasts. Topped off with her gloves, boots, and her gauntlets, always ready to leap into action at any notice.
Crouching, she moved towards a skylight of an abandoned warehouse, and slowly peered over the edge of the window. She saw a few guards, hoping for a more covert entrance, she sought out a different window. Black Widow looked down into a hallway and didn't find anyone. Having confirmed the area to be void of any unexpected visitors, she soundlessly lifted open the window and dropped down to the tile floor sexily with a split.
Black widow's heart raced as she crept down the corridor. It was her first big mission in a long time that S.H.I.E.L.D had assigned her. Black widow's performance in taking down her enemies had levied her favor, so when the new mysterious villain, The Fox, popped up on Shield's radar, Natasha implored to be given the case, which she was rewarded with.
Several agents and heroines, specifically attractive ones had suddenly vanished, last seen with the villain in a very strange manner. About a day later they would reappear. No damage done, no signs of torture or restraint or any harm done physically. As if nothing had happened to them at all. However, in these cases the women who had reappeared soon acted in suspicious and in very unexpected ways. Quitting S.H.E.I.L.D and the avengers, without giving an answer. Recently, Scarlet Witch of all women quit, without a reason why.
The Russian agent was sent in to acquire the villain and integrate him for the information. As silently as she possibly could, Black Widow turned a corner and moved her way along the wall, making her way to the threshold of her intended room. The agent looked around, noting various chest-high boxes that could work as cover for a silent approach. Believing the room to be clear, she snuck through the doorway and crouched behind one of the boxes. She crept along, concealed by the large object, moving herself closer to the other body in the room. When her cover came to an end, Black Widow silently rolled over to another refuge, now only fifteen feet from the target.
Natasha began to hear quiet mumblings, which she couldn't quite discern. Looking around the counter, she saw the villain. Little was known about, The Fox, only that he had recently stirred up the city. The blonde man wore an animalized porcelain mask over his face, no one knew what he looked like. For attire he wore a black duster with fingerless gloves and black pants. He bent down further over, and Natasha decided that her moment had come. She sprang out from the cover in a near seamless motion. Just as she was moving her arm forward to attack, the lights snapped on, and in turn Natasha snapped out of her thoughts into reality. Turning around to find a dozen guns pointed right at her face from several masked goons. She was surrounded. A trap, damn it I walked right into it!
A tense silence hung in the air as Natasha put on her best game face, weapon's still in hand. She was heavily outnumbered, but perhaps if she took one direction to make a dash for a retreat. Possibly flipping the counter as a disruption. "You finally decided to show up?" A pleased sounding voice broke up the thoughts of a plan as Black Widow turned towards those far doors as the very same villain stepped forward. The blonde man placed his mask on a table. Without his cover, she noticed whiskers on his cheeks and he was unarmed. But with a cocky smirk on his face, telling her he was in charge.