Chapter 11: Here We Are, Together.
A/N: I'm thankful for the reviews, and for the ones who like and follow. Help make this fic one of the biggest must reads!
To Bronson. Simmerman: As I mentioned before in previous disclaimers and author's notes. Kara will not be shipped with anyone in this fic. I'm sorry but that's just how it is and that's how I'll keep it. I can't picture her with Steve because one, this isn't Melissa Benoist Kara, it's New 52 Kara with the appearance of Ainlina (A well-known Cosplayer on Deviant art.) If you see some of her work especially as Supergirl, you'll understand why I picked her.
To RebelHeart94: Thank you for your compliments, glad you liked the paring between Hill and Romanoff. If you wanna see more check out "Maria's Rule" done by MTL17, big shout out to that author by the way!
To Sharkdude5: Thank you! you will not be disappointed.
To Arcane Charmcaster: Don't worry my friend. Just read along, wouldn't wanna spoil anything now would we?
To StoryBird: So glad you like it. You're one of my top reviewers! As for Natasha dying, Scarlett would kill me if she were reading what I did, so just prepare yourself to read again!
To Warlocktongue: Thank you for the review, like StoryBird, you are one of my best top reviewers. This will show a little something with Romanoff and Hill's relationship.
Heimdall quickly raised his head from his meditation like state as he stared into the void with an unbelievable expression.
He had heard her. He heard the Goddess wail upon Midgard.
She was furious, and that kept the expression on the Asgardian's face for quite a while.
"By the All Father, I hope you calm your storm and steady your power. Oh, Prince of Asgard I hope you did no such thing to upset her."
The Ancient One sat in a criss cross position quietly in her tan garments, in the library of all places in the Temple of Kamar-Taj. Truth be told she liked to come here from time to time. What was there so wrong about coming to a secluded place? Absolutely nothing. The bald women felt as though this place was suited better than her quarters for meditation and breathing exercises.
She sat with her eyes closed and her spirit at peace. But the peace was not meant to be upon this lovely night.
The Ancient one felt a presence, worse yet a great disturbance in the world of Mankind. Her fingers trembled drastically upon hearing what had been unleased from the edge of the new world.
A powerful and enduring cry of triumph. One that made the Sorceress Supreme surprisingly gasp followed by opening her aging eyes.
"By all of creation…you are here among us."
Not many in this world held knowledge of the Infinity Stones, artifacts of power created from the Cosmic Entities of the universe, who were succeeded by The Celestials, great Titans responsible for wielding the gems of power.
A tear slid down the women of once great beauty's cheek as her memories and knowledge began to recall The Cosmic Entities. There was Death, the living embodiment of decay. Among others was Entropy, who's purpose was destruction. This put him in constant battle with Eternity, who's goal was creation. The fourth one was Infinity who represented all of space in the universe. And the last and most ancient one of these entities was The Unknown. A reclusive almighty that stayed far away from the mostly known four. He however did not aid in the manifestation of the Stones. Upon the arrival of the Celestials, the five beings vanished into the endless void, with not a single living creation knowing where they had gone.
The Ancient One felt small upon feeling The Unknown's presence on this planet. He was among The Humans. Why would he come out of his exile onto this world after so many eons of living beyond the void? What were his intentions?
"Unknown….I beg to know why you've returned."
Tony sat on the couch of the large living space of his Tower with his head in his hands while doing his utter best not to break down. Pepper sat next to the man while rubbing his back in a soothing way.
"Tony." She began softly. "Tony please don't blame yourself for this. It wasn't your fault you were only doing what you thought was righ…."
He harshly shrugged off her back rub while staring directly into her aging but beautiful eyes. His face was anything but the smug look the world knew him for.
"But was it the right thing Pep?!" he blasted through grit teeth. "Was it right that after all this time, all these years of my Father supplying a terrorist organization in disguise, all this time of single handedly pouring money out of my pockets to the ones who are going to destroy us, was it right?!" he clenched his eyes shut and the women who gave his life meaning brought him into her arms.
It brought pain to both the CEO and owner of Stark Industries when they decided to conduct a full hacking survey into The Triskellion and saw the results. From PROJECT INSIGHT, to the unveiling of H.Y.D.R.A. working deep within the core of S.H.I.E.L.D. Pepper even cried out for Bruce when Tony underwent a rare anxiety attack when he read his new label that H.Y.D.R.A. had just changed in the last seven hours.
The Merchant of Death.
The two struggled but managed to bring the Stark heir back from the world of panic but his conscience through him into a state of guilt.
Anthony Edward Stark swore upon his permanently damaged heart that when he escaped that cave leaving Yinsen behind, he would never return to doing the atrocious things that he had done without even knowing he did them until he was captured, damaged, and tortured. Which was manufacturing weapons for the sake of being transported or stolen for diabolic purposes. And what other way to put his creations to bad use by supplying his more advanced tools to S.H.I.E.L.D. who after all this time was never S.H.I.E.L.D. but another organization using his aid to fulfill their plans to dominate everyone's will.
He had screwed up again. What kind of man was he? How could he, a man with the most brilliant IQ of the 21st Century, be too blind as to what was going on behind the curtails? He would be hated even more by the government for not only refusing to give up the Iron Man suit, but providing his services to H.Y.D.R.A. once this was all over, because he knew it would be over.
Was Nick on this? Had this been his plan since he took on as Director? Did they all have a tie in with H.Y.D.R.A.? Did all this explain why Hill wasn't answering, or Natasha. These inner thoughts and questions only made his grip on his girlfriend tighten even more.
"What kind of a man am I Pepper?" he whispered into her collar.
The bearded philanthropist's face was soon cupped by the CEO and she engulfed his lips with hers, her right palm leaving his stubbled cheek and resting over the metal of his less lightened Arc Reactor. Their lips moved in sync as Tony brought a hand over the thigh of her black sweat pants. They parted for air and she rested her forehead upon his to meet tiresome eyes.
"This." she tapped his Arc Reactor with a finger. "Is who you are. You're the man I love. The man who I wish I could tell the world of my feelings but can't due to safety. You're the man who's gonna help bring these monsters down. These bastards are nothing without the money and weapons. You're not what they say Tony. This was not your fault, what Obadiah did was not your fault. Howard supplied S.H.I.E.L.D. and you only wanted to follow in those steps to make things better. Please Tony….your conscience doesn't need unnecessary added guilt."
"But they'll blame me Pep….they'll blame me for all this."
"They shouldn't and they won't." she reassured him. "You are not alone in this….I love you….and we'll both overcome this. Besides, there are rules and regulations to the government forms you signed with S.H.I.E.L.D. and as far as we know you didn't violate any of them.
He kissed her. That was all he could really do. And she embraced it like no other women would embrace an intense troublesome boyfriend. When they parted he resumed his original posture with the exception of burying his head in his hands. Instead he clenched them. He had to make things right despite how all of this wasn't easily going to blow away. He was Tony Stark, The Iron Man, a hero to many and idol to millions of young scientific minds. He immediately began to put his brain into thinking on what was he going to do. H.Y.D.R.A. was going to be put down. That much was curtain. He should start by canceling the funds the organization was receiving from him.
Biting the hand that feeds you was the most stupid of all tactics.
Both stoically turned around from the couch when Bruce Banner came from around a corner of the large area and ran to them with a shocked expression on his stubbled face.
Pepper was not pleased.
"Bruce can you please go, we are in the middle of something."
Tony vowed against that statement.
"Why hide it Pep? He is as important to this team as any."
Bruce quickly got the point.
"Guys look, I know things have been weird lately but this is only gonna get creepier. Turn on the news, you'll be surprised." Pepper could only give a scowl for this bad timed turn of events but Tony obligated and commanded J.A.R.V.I.S. to turn on the giant plasma close to the couch they were on.
All three's jaws dropped when live footage from a news copter in Washington D.C. showed two massive beams of red light shining over the atmosphere beyond the clouds followed by a tremoring screech.
Steve was still lost in thought but his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the Vibranium disk on his forearm. The Winter Soldier was indeed his best friend who he long thought was dead. But how? He even looked at him and Kara without any form of emotion until the girl asserted her dominance to anyone who opposed her. The Captain for a moment could still feel the ringing in his ears from the roar. He aggressively pinched the bridge of his nose hard to help stimulate his emotions.
Questions could wait, injured comrades couldn't.
He stood on his knees again as he watched Natasha being lifted by Kara while wiping her cheek with a bloody palm and brought a quivering arm around small caped shoulders. The red head leaned into the blonde and delivered a gentle kiss to her cheek.
"Good Soldier." She whispered to the living embodiment of invulnerability.
"Good Soldier."
And just like that she fell into the Kryptonian's embrace but it didn't last long when Natasha yelped out loud and removed herself from her would've been tight hug with her friend but she kept her arm around the girl's shoulders. Unintentionally Kara's crest upon the upper edges had been stained with red blood but the alien didn't seem to care, she only wanted her friend to be safe. She required a Physician. But how were they going to get to one?
To Natasha, Kara's presence was warm. She felt safe despite what had just happened to her. As much as she wanted this to pass it was not going to happen. She needed help and she needed it fast. The bloodied fingers of her right arm grew into a handful grip in the cape as nausea began to take its toll on her. Who knows how much blood she had lost at this point.
"Guys!" the three turned their heads in the direction of the yell coming from the sky except for the Russian who did it ten times slower. Sam came down gliding with his wings quickly folding into his back as his boots touched the ground, the momentum taking him slightly forwards but soon stopped.
"I'm here, what did I miss?! I heard the yelling and the ligh…." one look at Natasha was enough to drive him on the alert. "My God Natasha you're bleeding!"
The Captain joined Sam as they hustled next to the two women. They inspected the wound closely and Steve's eyes were filled with panic once again.
"Nat, it went through you!" there was a disgusting stain forming behind and in front of the torso of her jacket. "We gotta get out of here. You need hel….."
Trouble just so happened to be lurking around the corner as Kara lifted her face up in realization while staring into nothing. The humans' eyeballed her for a second or two.
"Kara." Sam began sternly. "What's wrong?"
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I think she senses someth…"
Sirens blared from across the intersections as the engines of half a dozen black vans geared their way towards the three fugitives. It was all so fast they didn't even have time to come up with a plan. Then again, would they really need one?
"Ah Shit…" Sam cursed as all the vans came to a screeching halt twenty-feet from them in an outflanked position. He dropped the remaining rifle he had and prepared the steadiness of his breathing.
"Sam it's ok." The soldier eyed the streets empty of civilians but full of corrupted agents. "Let Kara handle this."
The Falcon eyed the Captain skeptically but didn't have time to protest when members of S.T.R.I.K.E. began to fall out into infantry formations…and if one looked closely, their movements could be described as hesitant. And not hustle.
Kara's rage immediately returned when the tiring cries of her friend reached her hearing canals. Natasha had pushed through her pain and entered a more lightly embrace with the now second person she felt safe in arms with. The blonde did her best not to touch the red stain building on the back of the human but overall held Natasha in her arms, not once planning to let go.
"Natasha…calm your storm….I swear upon my life we will get you to safety…I will keep you safe from these savages."
Natasha had her head in a caped shoulder, not once understanding but feeling the emotion behind the throat clicks and odd speaking.
"Give them Hell Kara…."
Brock Rumlow revealed himself from the crowd of trained men and possibly women. He held his nine-millimeter but was cautious as he aimed followed by approaching Kara.
"STEP AWAY FROM ROMANOFF, ON YOUR KNEES! DOWN ON YOUR….."
"ENNNOOOUUGGHHH."
She wailed into the sky while shooting her beams once again and held Natasha even though there were operatives all around them. Steve thought quick and huddled next to Kara but crouched lightly with his shield to guard Natasha's right while Sam picked up the rifle again and expanded his wings out to where one covered Natasha's left and the other shielded his torso. The three now stood as a barrier around their injured Assassin. Both renegade men would've given up their souls to see Rumlow immediately back off into his platoon upon hearing their powerhouse silence the once brave agents. They could've sworn several on motorcycles were crashing due to shock in the background of the streets.
The four could hear the protests of the field operatives followed by barks of orders.
"Goddam she is real!"
"STAY FOCUSED."
"DO NOT LOOSEN YOUR AIM."
"LOOK STRONG"
"Did you see what she did on the highway?!"
"Are those, fucking lasers?!"
"QUIET." Rumlow swallowed the lump in his throat and resumed his aiming but didn't advance. He cursed himself for retreating topped with letting the hairs on the back of his head stand on end. The lasers ceased their firing just in for the arrival of a news copter. The propeller blades echoing in the sky as the members of the media began recording.
The small group showed no fear while in formation. This exotic woman was on their side, and nothing was going to stop them with their plans.
Steve Rogers, being The Natural Born Leader that he was destined to be, spoke into the crowd once nothing could be heard but the sounds of helicopter blades and the occasional gun clicking.
"Your Calvary seems a bit off Rumlow!"
"Get down on your knees and surrender her to us Cap, NOW!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that!" Rumlow's rage grew bigger by the second, oh how much he wanted to cave in the war hero's face so bad. Every armed agent could only watch the two leaders argue although most kept on staring at the caped unknown cradling The Black Widow.
"Are you not listening Rogers?!"
Captain America's face grew grim, indicating he was calling the shots now.
"No Rumlow." He began sternly. "You're the one who's gonna do exactly as I say so listen up." Jack Rollins, who was the closest to Brock aimed his rifle at Kara's head with a hating grit. Surprisingly she tilted her head over the shoulder that Natasha wasn't resting on and gave him a matching expression with a tint of red in her eyes. He never saw it coming and he dropped his gun with irritation the moment the handle heated up to a point where his fingerless gloves couldn't stand the immense temperature. The smirk on Steve's face drove him to absolute hatred.
"As I said before Brock, you will do exactly as I say so listen up…we are going to take a vehicle out of this place and you are going to do nothing about it!" every agent in the area would've laughed if not for the situation at hand.
"We are taking a van and you will not follow us."
Brock was about to aggressively protest when the Captain asserted out loud.
"Supergirl!" He called over his shoulder to the caped female. "If they so much as retaliate vaporize them all to where there is not a piece of clothing left!" He turned his head to look at Kara and he pointed to his eyes with his free arm the way he'd seen Natasha do it and the girl complied, illuminating her eyes for all to see and forced the H.Y.D.R.A. scum to shift uncomfortably in their offense positions. The Kryptonian's blood stained cheek and glowing orbs didn't spell any sign of "Just kidding, I'm messing with ya", it only spelled out to Brock that this girl did what the Captain would ask of her, without hesitations.
Steve was never one to speak death threats, nor did he ever feel comfortable proceeding with one. But this was a matter of life and death. They couldn't afford to be captured. The sooner they got help for Natasha the better. And they were running out of time.
"Your call Rumlow, what's it gonna be?!"
The H.Y.D.R.A. scum should've know that Rogers would try to use the girl, this…..Supergirl….to his advantage. Despite how much he wanted to shout open fire, Brock knew that it would be a bad idea. He also couldn't afford to lose all these men. He could barely control his anger.
"If you think you can get away with this then you ar….."
"Your call Rumlow, what's it gonna be?!"
"GGGGGRRAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" He threw his gun onto the concrete road his stubbled face turning red. "STAND DOWN, ALL OF YOU STAND DOWN!"
The armor-clad agents all turned to him while lowering their guns in disbelief. Rollins was in disbelief as well. Who in the world would know how Pierce would react to this? Another mission, crumbling into a failure. The adversary was known to these agents. She possessed skills that were beyond that of a human, not even the asset was capable at taking care of her along with Roger and Romanoff.
"Tell them to back away from the vehicles. We'll be taking that one." He gestured to one of the giant vans closest to him and his group. Brock grudgingly commanded his platoon, and they obeyed him despite the torrents of questions invading their minds. Some were even just as mad as Rumlow and Rollins but even they knew better than to piss off this "Supergirl" figure.
When he felt it was safe to move, Steve guided the huddled group as dozens of eyes were on them. They took the risky move to detach themselves from their shielding and Kara gently lifted Natasha into her arms as the redhead head pressed her hand to her wound, her eyes occasionally rolling into the back of her head from the pain and nausea. Sam folded his wings and ran to open the back of the transporter that was empty.
Kara made a quick glance behind her to see if anyone would try to mock or oppose them. When they didn't she placed Natasha inside followed by Steve who jumped in to help her. The last one to enter was Sam who aimed his rifle at the driver fully cladded in tactical team armor with the head gear.
"Don't try anything, I got my eye on you, and you're gonna take us far from here." His goggles covered his serious eyes but a simple nod from the driver was enough for The Falcon.
To ensure their safety, Kara closed the metallic doors now containing her comrades and pushed the transporter slowly to give the indication that it should leave now.
Within seconds the engines of the primitive transporter came to life and the Van started off slowly then hustled in between the cramped roads out on the intersection, barely missing armored cladded agents' feet and bodies.
Like a predator watching its prey leave, Rumlow and Rollins flared hot air through their nostrils in anger. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. All their training, all their discipline and for what? To get trampled on by Captain America and his band of renegades. They suspected much of the Avengers, but never of this blonde caped woman who silently put them in their place. And worst of all she was standing where she was as the van containing their targets drove away. A bullet proof, fire proof flying women with immense strength and a blood covered chest topped with a styled "S".
The one Steve Rogers revealed as…..The Supergirl…and one look from her face showed that she was still pissed.
The ground shook with a tremor so quick and Kara now eyed the Van through the air twenty feet off the concrete. It accelerated at a much faster pace away from the confrontation and danger. Rumlow used this time to pick up his gun from the ground and debated on whether to holster it or aim it at the flying woman. She seemed to ignore the presences of the armed agents below her and slowly drifted in the direction of where her friends went to. As soon as she went past the last stationed vehicle in which indicated that all the enemies were behind her, she inhaled loudly with her crest puffing up and turned around.
The copter caught every single detail when a hurricane like wind exhaled from the caped alien's mouth, throwing scum of H.Y.D.R.A, glass, sidewalk trees, lampposts, mailboxes, motorcycles, Humvees, guns, and trucks in all directions down the lane. Supergirl smiled, admiring her work before taking off into the fading shine of the sky at supersonic speeds, the copter's camera no longer being able to catch glimpses of her.
Sam trained his gun on the driver despite experiencing the gust of winds hitting the walls of the van. The masked driver stiffened on the steering wheel but kept driving none the less.
"What….what was that?" Natasha asked weakly as Steve pressed a large blue cloth he had found inside a medical kit on the small shelves since they were riding in a van meant to carry reinforcements.
"I think Kara just bought us a little more time, keep pressing Nat, now my hands are getting dirty."
"Oh sure, worry about your precious palms while I lay here bleeding to death." The Russian blasted sarcastically.
"Well I'm sorry but this is the only thick cloth I could find Natasha. Don't argue just keep adding pressure."
Sam was about to make a statement when the driver spoke in a feminine voice.
"I can tell she is bleeding from the back too, hang on, I'm putting this thing on autopilot." Several clicks from the advanced stereo set were heard and the unknown agents unfastened her seat belt to head back to the three, literally leaving the wheel for the van to drive itself. She immediately stopped when Sam taunted her with his gun by switching ammunition and cocking the section containing shotgun shells.
"What makes you think I told you to move from where you were?"
The driver was taken aback but stood her ground by pulling off her helmet. The sight of her face took Natasha and Steve by surprise.
"Steve, who the hell is this guy?" asked former Assistant Director Maria Hill in all her beautiful glory. No one would ever know how desperate she was except for a certain redhead on how much she wanted to slip into worried housewife mode thanks to the sight of her woman bleeding through her jacket.
"Hill?" asked a distraught Captain Rogers.
"Yes Steve, it's me, can we drop the formalities thanks to this situation?"
"Of-course." He issued Steve to lower his weapon. "It's okay Sam, she's with us."
The Falcon followed the memo quickly and fiddled with his goggles.
"Natasha let me see." The brunette commanded while undoing her tight bun, letting several strands of her wavy hair fall in front of her eyes. The spy was grateful that Maria was here with them. Another helping hand was always welcome to this point in their journey. She obeyed her secret lover and let Maria lightly tug her ruined jacket off.
"Just be careful, I can't move or feel my fingeeerrrss." She hissed when a syringe came out of nowhere in the palm of Maria and she dug it into the bloody shoulder.
"Breathe Natasha, I just gave you some Morphine."
"Little heads up would be nice." The sight was a little disgusting for both men since within every second, the jacket was coming off, the more of the sound of slippery bloody flesh became radiant. Natasha's arm had been bathed in her blood, the crimson fluids coating her skin from her wound to her wrist. The blood was creeping onto her knuckles as Natasha held the tainted blue cloth closer. Lucky for her the drug was starting to kick in. Bringing some of the life back into her eyes.
"Hang on, I removed the tracking device from this van before joining the platoon sent to apprehend you all. We are going to a secret refugee within a central park. Things didn't go as planned but I'm glad you have that, "Supergirl", with you." she turned to Steve who couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.
Natasha's eyes suddenly widened.
"Where's Kara!?"
"Where's wh…" before Maria could finish the van was jolted drastically, causing everyone to become uplift when the vehicle was raised into the air, almost tilted towards the back doors if just a little more pressure. The autopilot was still on and Sam quickly reached over to the front seat area to switch the stick then twisting the ignition, rendering the metal capsule to sleep. When the doors were swung open there stood Kara, holding the entire vessel with one hand. Her bloody cheek stained with small tears joined with a large crimson smear on her family crest. Her hair however, remained perfectly flawless.
Her eyes ceased their electric blue glow and placed the van down to see if all her comrade humans were intact. There they were, Steve, Sam, an unfamiliar face…and Natasha, who looked more alive now than ever. Her gaze finally settled on the women who had unmasked herself from the body armor. She was indeed beautiful. She appeared to be just around Natasha's age if not a bit older.
"Kara!" the Black Widow let go of the cloth henceforth prompting Maria to hold it in place while bringing out another cloth from her utility belt to press it against the back part of the wound and extended her only good hand out that was soaked in coppery scented fluid. The alien didn't seem to mind and entwined her hand with her friend's.
Steve set his shield aside and helped Kara into the van, tugging her long cape as well before shutting the doors from the outside world. He could've sworn the streets were empty which he was grateful for. Kara issued closer with her face warming up with relief and happiness.
"Natasha." She whispered causing the spy to bring her in, staining the other side of the girl's cape with a handprint in the process.
"Oh, Kara." she delivered a peck to the girl's neck in gratitude. "Thank you, you saved us from all that mess…thank you." she nuzzled her dirt filled face with the blonde's.
Sam couldn't help but adore the scene. The World's deadliest Woman disposed of her title for the moment to play the role of Mother cat embracing her Kitten.
"Gotta hand it to ya kid, you did great today, if it wasn't for you we'd be in cuffs on our way to some base to be locked up."
Steve also felt the aurora in the atmosphere, he followed Sam with the compliments.
"Kara." the girl stopped what she was doing to look at the leader and honorary soldier. "Thank you, you've been a great help."
Of-course not being able to understand the Kryptonian could merely give another of her infamous innocent smiles. Her friends were grateful, and she was glad to be of service to them. They had escaped the Assassin and his forces. They would all live to see another day.
"Ahem." All heads turned to Maria hill, who eyed them all while tying a makeshift tight bandage around Natasha's shoulder with the cloths. The blood now drying up to stain her skin and black tank top that was now a darkish brown. It wasn't her best work but for a moment it would stop the bleeding. The Russian had probably lost already more than a pint and it was amazing how she was still holding even before the morphine injection.
"So Supergirl, is…..Ka-Ra?" Steve shrugged again from the unintended code name he had come up for their superpowered teammate.
"Kara is her real name." The Falcon said when he sat in the protruding seats inside the van. "Sam Wilson by the way, but yeah she is Kara, she packs quite the punch behind those limbs and eyes, doesn't she?"
Maria had to agree, she was impressed with this girl's barrage of abilities. She was even capable of being in the vacuum of space since it was the first image she ever saw of the caped girl. Judging by the blonde's nature when not being threatened or instigated, it was certain it wasn't her intention to destroy Satellite BETA.
When Natasha did her best but couldn't move her fingers she was immediately scolded by Maria.
"Natasha please don't do that, we're gonna get you help but don't do that. You most likely scraped a nerve but it doesn't look ruptured. If you cause circulation, then you'll lose more blood!"
The redhead rolled her eyes.
"Fine…..but in the meantime, let's do some introductions sha'll we." She brought Kara closer and spoke to her proudly. "Kara, this is our friend, she's with us in this fight…..Maria." the former KGB concluded while announcing her lover's name out loud.
"Now it's your turn." The brunette raised a trimmed brow from what Natasha had said. "Just a heads up despite her appearance she doesn't speak English."
"What do you mean she doesn't? I heard her call your name."
"Just names Maria, Kara is different from us all, she's like a kid. She has an urge to learn a lot as if though she had never seen the world before. I don't know where she came from. I don't know where she got her powers but she's special. And we are not gonna leave her behind or force her to bring up her unknown history. She can't understand what we say but she can grasp basic concepts."
"Well….to be honest I was hoping she came from Asgard like Thor."
Steve couldn't help but interrupt.
"I thought the same way."
The brunette continued from her cliffhanger.
"But I highly doubt it. You are right Nat, she is indeed different. Look at her, she's almost smaller than you, her muscles are not bulging, and she had way too many abilities to demonstrate. By my count its four."
"Five counting her unique form of telescopic vision."
"Five it is then." Maria soon stripped herself of her body armor from the torso to which she was now left with the uniformed pants, boots, utility belt, and gray shirt with no sleeves. "All that's left in question now is where the hell did she get that suit she's wearing…I can see why you chose Supergirl as her name Steve."
The humans in the van eyed the bloodied styled solar serpent. What else could that symbol mean?
"Kara…." the former assistant director called to her from across Natasha sternly but calmly. "I am Maria Hill."
Sam gave a small intermission.
"Uh, just say your first name."
Steve also remembered.
"And if possible in syllables."
The experienced woman started over, this time having Kara's full attention.
"Maria." She extended a clean ungloved hand out. "Ma-ri-a."
The blonde sat still next to the redhead for a moment as she took in the dark brown-haired female's features. Her face…..it seemed so familiar. Why did she look so familiar?
Now she remembered. This woman, Maria. Was with Natasha and Steve on the night of the death of their supreme leader. She really was a long living comrade to her friends after all. She herself even demonstrated devastation behind her eyes upon seeing the lifeless body of the man who had the same pigment tone of skin compared to Sam. This brought instant joy to Kara's heart, Maria was selfless and behind her stature, she resembled strong Leadership as well. She even tended to Natasha's wound.
"Maria!" Kara reached out with her clean limb to shake her hand in proper greetings. Like Steve's encounter, the brunette was trembling a little from having to shake the hand of someone who could lift up an entire van with one palm but she made it due.
"I'm grateful for your actions in making sure we got out alive Kara, I'm looking forward to seeing more of what you are capable of." The blonde only nodded.
For sure the formalities were up and done after the whole revelation and confrontation of the newest member to the team who was going to bring down H.Y.D.R.A. and right now, just as planned upon securing the two turned four: Captain America, The Black Widow, The Falcon, and Supergirl, former Agent Hill waddled to the front seated area and turned the van back on to navigate them all herself to their safe hide out that the others had yet to see.
Sam pulled off his goggles and tilted his head to rest his chin on his shoulder. Steve for a terrible good reason crossed his arms and replayed the events of his long lost friend. Little by little he put the pieces of Barnes being found by Zola and then manipulated him into the killer he was today. This was far from over. He hoped to see Bucky again. Kara sat next to Natasha and brought her dirtied cape around her torso. The tough as nails human of the Mother land brought the alien beauty closer, nuzzling her face in the process before pecking her button nose. The girl's young clean scent still radiant off her.
Had anyone been watching in the rearview mirror up ahead, they would've seen the look of jealousy radiant in the brunette's eyes.
They all got the memo when the vehicle came to a sudden stop after a long quiet ride. Sam and Steve grabbed their belongings but left behind the gun The Falcon had been using and hopped out once Hill opened the dented doors after coming out herself. To both men's amazement, the sun had started to go down when they looked up into the clouds. Kara took precise time to carefully lift Natasha into her arms with an arm under her legs and another around her torso, doing her utter best not to touch Natasha's makeshift bandage. The spy only seemed grateful that her lost friend was looking out for her. Even when they had gotten to safety.
The Kryptonian's boots touched the graveled ground along with her cape picking up dirt around the edges. Maria wasted no time to show the outer surroundings of the bunker disguised as a bridge in one of Washigton's finest central parks. The blonde walked right next to her as they went in through a hidden gate entrance within the bushes. Sam and Steve following just behind.
They all quickly hustled when the passageway led to an even bigger endless cemented hallway.
"Geez that thing is long." Sam protested about Kara's cape since he almost stepped on parts of it from hustling too close. Steve didn't have time to cast a remark since someone was coming in their direction at a much faster pace. Maria immediately recognized him as one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. medics who had remained loyal to her and the previous Director of the fallen organization. He sported a grey suit with an ageing face and receding hair line topped with thin glasses.
Hill wasted no time in calling out to him.
"GSW, she's lost at least a pint…maybe more!"
"Let me take her!
"They'll wanna see him first." Right then and there Natasha and Steve gave Maria an odd expression. What did she mean by him?
Kara ignored the medic that tried to examine Natasha in her arms and followed Maria who seemed to be heading deeper into the facility.
They had reached the central area that stood out from the rest of the cemented dirtied passageways. The atmosphere was now a greyish tone with multiple doors all over the walls indicating private rooms for refugees. The curtains in the middle is what got all six's attention. Maria geared them all to approach with caution as she slowly moved back one of the shades, the sounds of a monitor beep becoming louder, indicating this was a stolen infirmary bed aided with equipment.
Nobody could develop the urge to gasp when Steve and his team mates on the run saw the laid out dark-skinned man in a loose black shirt who was none other than Nicolas J. Fury. Weak and in need but very much alive.
"Bout Damn time." His scruff face contorted into a small lip curl up. He stared into the eyes of the blonde who raised her eyebrows in silent joy.
Natasha couldn't be more relieved as The Doctor put his skills to good used and worked his best to clean and stitch her wound up. Lucky for her she was issued to sit in a chair. Maria, who had cleaned her arm of dried blood had commenced a short physical therapy by entwining her fingers with Natasha and moved their hands back and forth to stimulate circulation while also squeezing the nerve in her inner elbow. Veins began to show just below the forearm. The Russian had managed to keep a decent face for Kara, who was sitting criss-crossed next to her on the floor, her dirtied cape wrapped around her. The blonde watched carefully as Maria and this unknown physician nursed her friend back to health.
In just fifteen minutes Maria had let go and sighed in satisfaction when she gave Natasha her hidden combat knife to spin professionally in her once numb fingers. The redhead swirled the blade with precise movement despite being restricted a little from the Doctor who still had his examining grip on her shoulder. After a couple of more swirls she gave the blade by the handle back to Maria, in turn making the brunette insert it back from the holster in her boot. Another five minutes went by and The Doctor had finished up with tight white gauze around Natasha's shoulder, rolled in just the right way to allow arm mobility. She would be fine now. Everything was going to be okay.
"Gotta say Romanoff, even I envy on how fast you can recover from disgusting flesh wounds." Fury croaked with a tint of humor.
"Well I'm not exactly in my late sixties Boss, of course I'll recover, and if I live past my fifties I'll guarantee you'll all see me still in the fight."
"Well played." He sat upright gaining the attention of Steve, Sam and Hill. Natasha was busy grabbing a white cloth from the kit across the small stool from where she was sitting and scrunched it from being soaked in disinfecting fluid. She grabbed Kara's chin and began to wipe trails of excess dirt along with the blood smear that now looked like a brown smudge off her face. The girl instinctively closed her eyes when the red head dragged the cloth across her eyebrows and settled on her nose with two or more freckles. The cloth soon was geared towards the Kryptonian's neck that had trances of soot but not as much as her facial areas. Natasha gave a tiny stroke to Kara's chin before she set the now filthy rag to the side and the two were greeted with every eye on them.
"What?" came her question with her usual stoic persona, which deep down took them all by surprise since not too long ago The Black Widow had just cleaned the face of a grown young women, who didn't even seem to mind what was being done with her.
Nick could only roll his eye and change the topic once everyone heard his croaking voice speak.
"Lacerated Spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver…..and one hell of a headache."
The Doctor spoke up while packing up his supplies.
"Don't forget your collapsed lung."
"Yeah let's not forget that sha'll we?...but otherwise, I'm good."
"They cut you open, your heart stopped." Natasha pointed out hoping to ease her confusion.
"Tetrodotoxin B."
Sam's eyes widened in terror.
"The crap that could make people into a living zombie?"
"You're thinking of the voodoofied tampered drug Mr…Wilson." He guessed Sam's name from the files he used to have on The Falcon. "Tetrodotoxin B is a serum invented by Dr. Bruce Banner. Didn't work so well with him put we put it to good use. It slows the pulse to one beat a minute."
Steve watched as Kara used her cape to wipe the cinders off his shield when she grabbed it from a corner. He was silent for a moment before speaking up.
"Why all the secrecy though? Why not just tell us?"
Hill eyed the soldier in the most formal way she could put it.
"Any attempts on the Director's life had to look real."
"Can't kill you if you're already dead." The one-eyed man added when he suddenly began to sweat and turn in his bed. It was so unlike him to let out a wheezing grunt and hold his chest in aggravation. Nobody watching liked this one bit. Steve was the first to react.
"Hill what's wrong with him!?"
"Everyone relax, he's on medication and he hasn't taken his painkillers today." Maria skidded across the curtains and was by his side in a jiff. She pulled out another exotic looking syringe and injected it quickly into his bloodstream. The aging man's face soon reverted to his calm stoic manner but he continued to sweat more than a marathon runner. A possible side effect from the drug he had been given. To top it off the former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. started demonstrating signs of drowsiness before initiating a breathing exercise.
Faster than anyone could blink Kara set down the red and blue shield, stood up, and grabbed the cloth Natasha had used on her face. She cleansed her hand of Natasha's dried blood and appeared before Nick on the other side of the bed, surprising everyone on how fast she demonstrated her speed.
Calm dark blue eyes shined an electric blue as the Kryptonian examined the injured leader. Yes, indeed he had sustained multiple wounds all over his skeletal structure along with several organs that Kara was unable to identify. But he was alive. This great leader who upon many days ago was presumed dead at an infirmary where she had met Natasha, had survived the impossible for a primitive.
He truly was a warrior in his own way.
Nick continued to dose off into another slumber that he most likely would not arise from till the morning to come. His vision was developing dark splotches but he could still make out the strange girl looking down on him and bringing her palm up to her mouth.
Everyone's eyebrows were raised when Kara blew into her hand tentatively and the formation of a thick ice shard manifested out of the cold air escaping her lips. The Kryptonian placed it around the man's neck who Maria had put a cloth there several seconds ago to absorb his sweat. Now it severed as a holder for the piece of ice that was cooling the now sleeping Nick Fury.
"Would you look at that, ice breath and manipulation." Sam crossed his arms in admiration.
Steve smiled.
"Yup, and I'm guessing she has met Nick in the past to express herself in such a manner."
Natasha brought a finger to her lips in wonder.
"I guess so Steve, I met Kara at the hospital the night he supposedly died. She came in from the window of the room he was laid in. She must've seen him and now recognizes him."
Maria cocked a brow.
"So where exactly did Kara come from when she came in through the hospital window?" Natasha would've answered her usual no saying when Steve gave the intermission.
"Nick always likes to keep secrets, even potentially from you Maria." The brunette eyed him with the same cocked eyebrow.
"I was his assistant Steve, we don't keep secret to each other, Hell if anything happened to him I would've been Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. if not for the shit that's been happening to all of us lately."
"You didn't even know who Sam was until today Maria, Nick has to know something about Kara, if not him, then who?"
"Steve." Natasha called out to the star-spangled man with a plan. "I understand your curiosity but let's please not do this right now."
There was an awkward silence before Sam decided to speak next.
"It is already late as it is guys, why don't we turn in for the night and let Director Fury here rest. Um….Maria, are all of these doors spare bedrooms?"
Maria crossed her arms casually.
"Yes, they are. And you are right, we should rest for now, we're gonna need all the energy we can get if we're gonna do something about H.Y.D.R.A. first thing in the morning. We'll all be safe here. This place was built to represent a bridge and my Wrist will warn me if there was to be an intrusion.
Just as suggested they all cleared out of the circle made up of curtains with Natasha being the first to leave since she had to pull Kara out with her. Maria closed the blinds and sealed the buckles that gave the sleeping man inside privacy. Once all of them were out including the Doctor who left to his room without saying anything, Steve and Sam shook hands in gratitude but stopped just as Natasha set sights for one of the grey doored rooms, with a certain red caped blonde tailing behind her via hand grab.
"Natasha?" Steve called out.
"Someone's gotta show her how the plumbing works." She protested without looking back.
The two men eyed the Black Widow and Supergirl disappear into the room with a faint shut and click of the lock. They turned to Maria, who's arms were crossed and she shrugged her shoulders before going to her selected room ever since she had brought Nick and their medic down here. Now alone The Falcon and Captain America nodded and turned in for the night entering their doors. Had they turned back for a second they would've seen Maria eyeing the room Natasha disappeared into from her door.
Natasha peaked through the small view hole of the door to glimpse outside, the images were blurry but at least she now knew where Maria's room was. She could even see the women staring at her door from outside. She turned around and walked Kara into the small bedroom. Sure, it was small but the place practically looked like a Holiday Inn room, one single king-sized bed in the middle, a large cabinet with a fifty-inch plasma screen, a lamp next to the bed, wallpaper that was coating sound proof walls, and finally the bathroom mended with a closet, in which Kara and Natasha had yet to see.
"This place pretty amazing, you'll love it here, at least for tonight." She eyed the girl who was also taking in the surroundings of the resting quarters.
"As for you missy, I don't know how you pull it off but it won't last forever, you'll have to bathed if you wanna sleep tonight." She issued Kara into the bathroom to which the lights came on from motion sensors. The sight was not for sore eyes. Unlike the way it would look like at a hotel, the bathroom was full of many luxuries. A large mirror was obviously on the wall mended with a linoleum sink capable of being used for four people. Various brands of remedies were set across the mirror along with an entire shelve filled with large sized towels. The toilet appeared to be one of those luxuries that Natasha had seen in vines from time to time, the ones that looked like they were robots from the future. And finally, the bathtub, it was the only thing left since there appeared to be no shower head, only an advanced appearing shower hose. With a royal blue floor mat next to the edge of the tub.
The tub was so huge it could be mistaken for a jacuzzi or medium sized kiddie pool.
"Not bad, this had Tony written all over it."
Kara was impressed, for primitives, these beings did indeed have proper bathing quarters. This one even looked better than the one she had seen at Sam's home. The Kryptonian's train of thought was interrupted as the tub came to life to be filled with water. She doubted the people in this world had anything related to Gaula Fluid. Both watched the water grow higher and higher to the point where Natasha knew she had to turn it off otherwise it would overflow if someone were to enter the bath.
"Come here." The Russian grabbed the alien's hand and sunk it into the liquid, when her face didn't contort in discomfort Natasha had made the right choice. Tentatively warm bath it is!
"Now c'mere let's get you out of this thing. it's even got my blood on it."
Kara was taken aback when Natasha made a fruitless attempt to try and remove her cape, her face was filled with wonder on how to remove the uniform.
"Kara, you need to help me, I know you like this suit but it's filthy in certain places…how did you enforce it with thin battle armor?" she tried to pull the buckle that was shaped like the diamond crest on the girl's chest but there was no success so far. The older women sighed but her hands were stopped gentle by a soothing Kara. The blonde took a step back and held up two fingers, her index and middle of the right hand. She slowly moved them to touch the center of the little piece of jewelry on her collar. Natasha held her breath and did her best not to blink to believe that the blood on her Kara's symbol began to dissolve and sizzle off her, along with the muck around the bottom edges of her cape followed by the blood marks on her caped back.
"Self-steam cleaning?"
The answer she got was a cape that once dragged behind the girl's ankles dissolving upwards into millions of particles. The red fabric was no more as it vanished into Kara's collar. The kryptonian smiled at Natasha's raised eyebrows. Soon enough the girl's height decreased due to her boots vanishing with her knee cuffs upward, leaving her small feet bare and posing a shorter stature than Natasha. The metallic leotard joined the cape and boots, turning them into nothing more than nanocrystals entering the prison of the advanced jewelry. In front of Natasha now stood a completely exposed Kara who brought her left arm around her bare breasts to be as decent as possible.
"Wow." Natasha used this moment to remove her tank top, revealing her bandages and a lanced purple bra holding her large buxom cleavage in place. She took a moment to take in a steady breath causing her abdomen to flex drastically, her eight-pack chiseling as she exhaled. She didn't want Kara to be uncomfortable therefore she discarded her ruined tank top by the sink and walked around Kara's body.
"Where did you get something like this? the human asked but mostly to herself in a whisper as she removed the buckle that absorbed Kara's suit like a sponge. She gently brought it around the girl's neck and settled it on the sink as well. She was just about to grab Kara's shoulders to gear her towards the tub when she noticed something incredibly off…on Kara's arm.
"Kar…."
A loud gasp came from the Kryptonian, startling the human in the process but quickly became alert. It truly was possible to ignore the fact that one of them was naked in the room because the two women were busy eyeing the dark metallic gauntlet resting on Kara's right forearm. The girl also seemed to ignore Natasha's presence as she brought the fingers of her left arm away from her breasts, this in turn caused them to tremble when she touched the sleek device. An instrument she had forgotten she even had on her body due to it blending in with the sleeves of her uniform.
The gauntlet of Zor-El, her father.
She clenched her eyes and nearly fell to the ground but was caught by Natasha, who brought her into her arms and try to cover Kara's body with hers much as she could while sitting on the bathroom floor.
"Kara." she whispered sternly. "Kara what's wrong?"
It had to be rhetorical because she knew she wasn't going to get an answer out of the girl who had just entered a panic state. All because of a brace she was wearing. The human would be lying if she spoke out loud that she had noticed it on Kara's arm all along, because she didn't.
"It's okay….here let's get this off." the blonde brought her forearm closer to her when the red head tried to reach for it.
Just what was it with that gauntlet that caused Natasha's lost friend to act in such a phase? Was it a branding from wherever she came from? Did it symbolize colors of the anonymous Order she could potentially be from?
"Father." Kara quivered in her unreadable language. "Father…I have not forgotten….I have not forgotten….I have what is yours with me always….Mother….how I miss you….My Creator, I thank you for the companion you have allowed me to cross in the unknown world." Natasha said nothing more and let the exposed girl hug her back and shed a sorrowful moment. The presence radiant off this girl would always sooth Natasha Romanoff, the World's Most-Deadliest Women. She held in her arms someone completely lost but special. She could feel it.
The Russian had been through Hell and back and had seen intensive moments in her over three decades of living. Moments that would make her say fuck the world to Hell. Because she always believed that there was never a good person out there despite their intentions. Nobody in this world was good. One could only make a difference.
But Kara.
"Kara, The Supergirl, has the biggest heart Natasha has ever seen and she wanted to form an alignment with it. She wasn't going to let this girl go. Gone were the second doubts of how she hoped The Avengers in Washington D.C. would part their ways once all of this was over.
No.
She was going to take Kara. Damn all who said she was compromised. If she could develop a hidden romance with the Former Assistant Director Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D. then she could most defiantly be a shoulder try cry on and companion for this girl.
"I am here Kara…..I'm here and I'm not going to leave you." the spy's response was Kara nuzzling her clean face with hers followed by Natasha receiving a peck to her temple. This in turn caused Natasha to pepper the girl's nape, neck and cheeks with soft kisses, Natasha occasionally pecking tiny tears away.
Mustering the strength to go on, Natasha stood up from her sitting position, with Kara still in her arms. Wasting no time, the spy effortlessly slid Kara into the hot bath causing the water to move in torrents. Natasha took a knee by the tub and began to massage the steel like skin around the blonde's neck, who's hair was also getting soaked.
Kara soon felt the water once she relaxed her senses and she casually leaned back with closed eyes to let Natasha bathe her.
The bath had gone well, with the exception of Kara having to feel gooey but rich scented fluids in her hair and blushed a little when the older woman soaped around her breasts along with spraying her scalp with a hose like instrument from time to time, but not once being inappropriate with her. Natasha helped Kara out of the white capsule and geared her to step onto the shower mat, causing droplets to pool around her bare feet. Natasha quickly reached for a towel too big for her and Kara but promptly wrapped it around the alien's body. Quick on her feet, Natasha adjusted her bra and left the bathroom for a second or two. She returned with a change of clothes she was able to find in the bedroom closet, which was only a black shirt and matching pajama pants.
"It's not enough, but this should do." She left them by the sink that held her suit carrying necklace. "Get dressed, I'll wait for you out here."
Not even a minute went by for Natasha as she sat on the bed and Kara soon came out slowly with the door creaking. The blonde gave several baby steps but soon found herself in front of the red head.
Kara stood tall and proud with her hair now completely dry and straight, the necklace holding her suit shined in the light of the lamp that was on. She still happened to be wearing the dark blue metallic gauntlet. The black t shirt she was wearing was a perfect fit but the pajama pants were a little off the image. They were slightly too long for the Kryptonian and her small toes could be seen poking out of the leg pants covering her feet. Natasha couldn't help but smile and issued the girl to come to her.
They hugged faintly before Natasha geared her friend to sit on the bed only to lay her down promptly, blonde hair showering a cushioned pillow. Kara felt relaxed as she laid in a primitive bed chamber with Natasha watching over her. The redhead reached into the cabinet of the lamp and pulled out a small foil pack containing two Oreos. She took one out of the package and slowly brought it to Kara's lips. The girl effortlessly opened her mouth and crunched on the mega stuffed treat, her face contorted into happiness and glee. Upon finishing the cookie Natasha plucked the other one right in between her friend's pearly white teeth and grinned when Kara munched on it the moment Natasha's fingers were out of biting reach. The Russian tossed the wrap in the small bin and began to bring the white sheets over Kara's body.
"You rest up, okay. You did amazing today. You are such a good fighter. Lack of experience, but you have a concept and a strong heart." She stroked the side of the girl's beautiful face and brought a strand of hair over an ear. "You sleep well."
She brought the blankets up to the blonde's chin.
"I will be here in the morning."
The Black Widow delivered a final kiss to the lost girl's nose and turned off the lamp the moment she saw Kara snuggle into her pillow.
The night light was on shining the room a small blue, The Black Widow grabbed her ruined tank top by the television and slipped it on as she walked towards the door. She slipped out with the sound of faint breathing echoing in the room. Kara had quickly dosed off into a heavy slumber.
Natasha Romanoff resumed her posture from how the world, usually saw her and walked down into one of the farther rooms hoping that no one was using it for the night. She took a glimpse at Nick's circle of privacy before entering the dark room. Just her luck.
She had it all to herself.
Of-course she didn't need to turn around a second time to know that Maria's door was beginning to open.
Natasha stepped out of the tub upon being done with her bath and stepped onto the mat of the similar floor and bathroom from Kara's quarters, her wet pedicured feet letting droplets fall around her toes. Before bathing she had already discarded her bandages, leaving behind a swollen reddish scar from where The Winter Soldier…Bucky, had shot her. She eyed her beautiful body in the mirror. The athletic body she had managed to keep up over the years, with a bonus of sustaining two scars. The other being across her stomach where Bucky had shot her the first time.
She figured when would be the time to trim her bush styled as The Black Widow insignia again but left the question to dry her hair. She also debated on whether or to cut her hair short again. But then that would've been a waste of a year and time of learning remedies to give herself straight hair. Knowing the fact that she was still naked, Natasha opened the door to lead to the bedroom. She could've sworn she had the light on before showering.
Out of the darkness a force grabbed her by the neck and Natasha was pulled into the shadows that the night light in the room was giving off. Someone was here, and they were attacking her.
"State your identity." The feminine voice spoke to her without emotion.
"Go to hell." The blotched of a fist came towards her and Natasha caught it before spinning around to deliver a roundhouse kick. The movement in the darkness parred it and the Russian took this time spin the other way again to deliver a haymaker. Of-course her attacker had seen the move coming so it grabbed the pressure point in Natasha's wrist and contorted the naked women to reverse back with her arm in a back lock. Thank god it was her right arm and not her left due to the irritation developing in her once wounded shoulder.
"You're going to tell me exactly who you are or so help me God I will murd…" Natasha used the attacker's monologue against her and used the double-jointed muscle in her arm to spin and escape the lock she was in. The attacker stopped talking and was grabbed by the collar, she was thrown into the sound proof wall next to the lamp by the bed and was immediately pinned against it in the most exotic way possible. She stood straight up with Natasha pressing her body against hers, grinding her breasts onto her attacker. The spy used this opportunity to grasp the pair of wrists and twisted them into an x-position behind her would be killer's back, who was also pressed to the wall.
"You're are not going to murder me." Natasha snarled through the dark.
"Am I not?" The venom was radiant in the fighter from the dark.
"No…you won't….Because you know what you have to do…..so why don't you turn on the lamp once I let one of your hands go and then proceed with their true intentions."
Taking the risky move Natasha did as she promised but so did her attacker. The light soon came on and gone was the atmosphere of the two wanting to kill each other.
"God, I missed you so much."
Maria engulfed her lips with the women of her secret love life. Natasha was quickly to let go and wrap her arms around her lover's neck while the latter wrapped an arm around her bare waist and cupped one of her rounded cheeks with a palm. The two initiated a beautiful make out with one another. Tongues quickly became a part of their ongoing affair and began to slither them across each other's lips and chins.
"Don't you ever, ever, scare me like that do you hear me?" Maria panted once they parted for excessive need of air. "Do you have any idea what was going through my head as I watched you bleed in front of everyone on that street?"
The world would've fainted upon seeing Maria Hill's face contort in sadness and began to silently cry. Natasha quickly stroked her face and kissed Maria again with a burning passion. She parted to quickly tell the brunette.
"I know…..I know….and I'm sorry I scared you in such a way. I was going to come see you but you beat me to it…..I am here Maria…..I'm not dead. I'm in your arms as you are in mine."
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me!" she cried and the two entwined their lips once again. the two couldn't get enough of each other. Maria went to far as to catch Natasha's tongue with her lips and romantically took it into her mouth to begin a battle for dominance. Their cores were heating up by the second.
Natasha wanted this to be perfect. If her girlfriend was crying then she was going to do the best that she could to calm her down and sooth her with passionate love making. They separated again causing Maria to run her hand smoothly over her lover's newly adopted scar.
"My God, Nat look how he left you?" the emotions in Maria were now in a jumble between anger, sadness and determination. Natasha liked how this was quickly going, no longer was her woman bathed in absolute sadness. "Come here."
The much taller woman grabbed the Russian by her buttocks and lifted her up causing the naked woman to wrap her legs around Maria's pajama waist. She laid her lover down on the neatly made bed, Natasha smiling over being the one on the bottom.
"I'm going to make this right."
"There was nothing wrong that you had done in the first place."
"But you've been through a lot Nat." the brunette of Hispanic descendance despite her skin tone said as she wiped her eyes no longer crying and instead swallowing the croaks in her throat. "You've earned this, I don't wanna here you say you don't."
Maria leaned in and placed her lips over Natasha's neck, pushing tussles of red hair in the process. By this point Natasha's pussy lips were becoming hot from the arouses she was starting to feel. Hot lips were peppering across her neck. The redhead couldn't wait to feel that magical tongue on almost every inch of her body. Maria had trailed her tongue until she found the spot she was looking for around her girlfriend's collar. The reaction was one to make Maria almost play with herself from how hot things were becoming.
Upon feeling her pulse getting sucked Natasha arched her back, causing her to rub her vagina onto Maria's pant covered crotch.
"Yesssss, please Maria….yesssssss right there!" the brunette without thinking groped the melons of her woman. The nipples automatically hardening between fingers.
"Maria…..please, my tits…..god please suck my tits like you always do." The Hill heir let go of the spot she was sucking before puckering her lips in silent thought.
"First I need ….to do one thing."
"And…what is it?"
"Hold still." Maria leaned forward again and planted her lips directly onto the reddish scar that was once a bullet hole.
"Yessss…..please do that again, please?"
Being happy to comply, Maria repeated the gesture only this time puckering her lips even more and placed them on the ruined flesh.
"That felt so good." Natasha wanted to see her lover naked as well, Maria must've had the same idea because the woman straddled the red head and pulled her black shirt over her torso, proper breasts being exposed was enough to make Natasha bite her lip sexually. Maria almost blushed from this position. No matter how she trained, no matter how hard she focused. A flat stomach was the only thing she would get from exercising. Unlike Natasha, who over the years had managed to grow a toned eight pack across her stomach longways along with beautiful heavy breasts that jiggled a little from the laughter Natasha was developing.
"I'm seeing the way you look at me Nat."
"Ditto."
Maria leaned in again by placing a hand on Natasha's stomach.
"So." Natasha fluttered her beautiful eyes. "What is it that you like about what you're seeing?"
"Beautiful." She dragged the hand across the muscles. "Natural." Both hands were now just under the perky jugs. "Tits, that somehow manage to look small and flatter when covered."
"But when they're not?" the Russian grinned seductively.
Maria responded by lifting Natasha into her lap. The beautiful melons flapping from the sudden movement.
"They are perfect." That being said, the brunette buried her head in the hem of the breasts and began to wiggle her face from side to side. Natasha aided in the motorboating and squeezed her tits together, engulfing Maria's face and undoing the bun that contained the rest of her black wavy hair. Babbling sounds escaped Maria's ruffled lips and she tore her head out from the breast flesh. Instead of catching her breath, Maria placed her mouth over a nipple a sucked it casually, occasionally flicking her tongue across it rapidly as a snake does with its body during a seizure.
"Yeah…..yeah just like that…make these tits feel good." A good ten minutes went by and when she was done, Maria had left both nipples red with swell.
"Was someone looking for milk?" Natasha asked sarcastically.
The brunette could only roll her eyes.
"Dream on." The former assistant director was taken by surprise when Natasha got off her and flipped Maria over by the hips. She was surprised when Natasha pushed her head and upper torso into the bed and halted her ass up like an offering.
"These pants seem a little small on you Maria, I think you should take them off." Natasha cupped Maria's thighs and waited. Soon enough the brunette finally got the memo and reached backwards to pull her bottom coverage down, exposing well rounded cheeks but not as plumped as Natasha's ass.
"There she is." The smaller women eyed her most favorite spot on Maria. "Why don't you spread these cheeks, gives me a better view of a little friend of yours."
Maria grinned wickedly and grabbed her ass to spread it apart. Sure enough, there was Natasha's prize. A small little puckered rosebud just above a tight hot wet snatch. Without any warning the spy clasped her hands onto the perfect butt and dived in with an opened mouth and long tongue.
Maria almost squealed when she felt a long slippery muscle drag across her asshole. The licks started tentatively but soon became engorged with the puckered edges of her rectum. Natasha, being the expert that she was initiated a rim job for her girlfriend. The former member of the KGB was an all-out natural, her tongue wiggled back and forth at ungodly levels. It was moments like these when Maria's toes curled as Natasha stopped occasionally to kiss her rosebud, treating it as it were a pair of lips and not the little gift that trailed below. But of-course she couldn't ignore Maria's treasure for so long.
Maria was too focused in the intimacy that she ignored the fact that Natasha had stopped rimming her. The red head stuffed her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, moisturizing them with clean induced saliva. Within seconds the former commander received two wet fingers entering her exposed vagina along with lips being planted onto her asshole again.
"Sorry sweetheart…I can only ignore your other hole for so long." The redhead spoke in between licks with spit trailing down her chin. The next was the work of an unknown sex goddess.
"Nat…what are y…" Maria Hill squealed into the sheets when the tongue of her lover sloshed over her taint and with surprising strength, dug tauntingly into her asshole. The moment was so intense that Maria took herself out of the position, sliding her pants off completely in the process and grabbed her girlfriends face to kiss her. Hot lips accepted one another with Maria, tasting herself on the other woman's tongue. Both were panting since they had not in a while stopped to catch a breath properly. But that is what made moments like these very special. Everyone had their own form of kinks.
"I don't….I…I don't want either of us to cum just yet Nat." The Black Widow, who was revealed to be an infamous anal licker, laughed as she was playfully tossed back onto the bed sheets now stained with tiny taunts of spit and cunt cream that dripped out of their warm entrances from time to time. Maria grabbed one of her lover's thighs and brought the entire leg over a shoulder. The brunette paused for moment and bend the leg by the knee to have Natasha press her toes into Maria's bare chest.
"You chose red for this month?" Maria rubbed Natasha's calve and ankle as she admired the toenails of said color.
"I'll switch back to black when November is over." The Russian could only bite her lip when the woman she loved brought her head in and slowly pressed tiny kisses to each toe, sending tingles down Natasha's spine and bare ass.
"Beautiful feet." Came the whisper of Maria Hill.
Desperately developing the urge to proceed with her plan, Maria took the leg over the shoulder once more and sprawled her body onto the bed to get closer to her destination. She eyed the prize of her lover. Natasha instinctively blushed, her vagina was always never one to appear the way people thought. Over the years of constant sex since she was a young adult, her pussy lips have distended over the repeated use of finger stuffing, tongue digging, and deep dicking, be it a strap on or actual male Genitalia. The Black Widow lost how many times she has had sex with both men and women over the years, but she could never forget moments like these because these were times when she actual made love. And it was to someone who loved her with a burning passion.
Despite the feeling of embarrassment, Natasha was grateful that her girlfriend always saw her pussy beautifully. Her bush styled as her insignia was enough to turn her lips moist. Maria did her little routine and dived in slowly to plant her nostrils over the bush of the Russian, the redhead's breathing caused her abdomen to flex. Hot breath flared out of the nose onto the beautiful patch.
"You smell…so good." Natasha's only answer was her toes curling at unbelievable rates as the brunette separated the loose cunt muscles with her lips, exposing dark pink walls and bowels. The Black Widow's eyes rolled into the back of her skull and grabbed her lover's head when Maria began to finger the hot vaginal canals with her tongue.
Out of all the pussies Maria had eaten in university and the military, this one was her favorite, the one worthy of being called her property. The scent was so arousing that Maria felt the urge to reach back with a hand and rub her asshole. Natasha grew the urge to grope her breasts since she didn't want to hurt Maria by digging her callous fingers into her roots.
"Yessss….yes….that's it…right there, eat it, show me how much my cunt belongs to you….show me you little rug muncher." This encouraged Maria to pull her tongue out and proceeded to make out with the loose folds of the Russian's labia. If they had a mind of their own they would've mended in sync with Maria's wet buxom lips. The commander found the nub just below the bush and engulfed it whole with her lips.
Natasha's reaction was blissful to the sex Gods above.
"OOOOOHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes." The Black Widow squealed higher than a young teenager receiving oral for the first time. Maria inserted two fingers into her cunt and curved them up, hitting her lover's g-spot.
"OOOOH GOOOOOOODDDDDD YEESSSSSSSSSSSS, WORK THOSE FUCKING FINGERS, MARIA….FUCK ME….PLEASE FUCK ME!" Natasha's screams bounced off the sound proof walls but they didn't last long when Maria aggressively pulled away, fingers and tongue all together.
"Wha…..wh…." the Russian's cries were hoarse from her screaming, her skin and breasts were read with sweat and heat. She couldn't even talk to nearly passing out from not being able to breath well since they started this.
Maria only leaned in and kissed the tears of bliss going down Natasha's cheeks in a gentle manner.
"You said you wanted me to fuck you." she pecked beautiful plump lips, the spy tasting her pussy on her tongue.
"I will." The commander let herself fall on top of Natasha, quickly positioning her body on par with the smaller women. Maria felt her tight cunt being rubbed by a hand that wasn't hers, she moaned through a biting lip and reached to move it out of the way.
"Say it."
"Fuck me."
"No, that's not want I want to here." Maria perked her lips.
"Maria, please fuck me with your pussy, please rub on me….my God I fucking need you right now, please fuck my wet cunt."
Fully pleased with the protest Maria planted her pussy on Natasha's pink walls and began to ruffle against it harder and harder. The reaction was Natasha wrapping her legs around her girlfriend's thighs to hold her there. Maria grinned wickedly when the redhead's eyes rolled in the back of her skull, revealing white pupil less eyes. The deadly women had become beyond aroused she couldn't even squeal or cry in pleasure. The rubbing in turn caused big rounded tits belonging to the Black Widow to jiggle up and down despite lying on the bed with Maria on top of her.
Maria herself couldn't even speak since tingles were radiant all over her body, not just the cunt she was rubbing with another. Maria's pussy had loosened from stimulation and coated Natasha's vagina in wet cunt cream, the noise it made sent their bodies into overdrive.
They were both going to cum if they rocked the bed any faster.
"GGGGRRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Both women yelled with air they didn't think they had stored in their lungs and both cunt muscles constricted causing massive gushes of fluids to spray out of both women. This didn't stop them from rubbing and Natasha now found herself spasming as if she was having a seizure. This wasn't true however when tears fell down her cheeks and her pupils returned into view. Maria, mustering the strength for the one she loved, wrapped her arms around the tired woman and brought them into the position where they now laid side by side properly on the massive bed with ruined sheets.
Nobody cared up at this point for a layer of fucking bed sheets.
Their sweaty bodies were in sync. Breathing being hoarse from both females. Natasha's cunt was still leaking and Maria brought a hand to gentle rub the now red colored labia. When she brought her fingers back up they were coated in cunt cream. Natasha watched in awe as Maria seductively sucked her four fingers, or at least it would've been four since Natasha beat her to the index by sucking it into her panting mouth.
"Someone…..likes to taste herself." Maria's panting was silenced by lips engulfing hers. Both used this moment to bring the heavy sheets around them, covering their nudity to the eyes of the room. Natasha snuggled into the only person she had ever developed romantic feelings towards despite how they reeked of musk, sweat, and sex.
"Natasha…..I love you."
The Russian muttered in her native language something that only both could understand, earning a grin from the former Commander. With a weak hand Maria reached over the lamp and switched it off, bathing the room in darkness once again. the small light in the corner of the room gave them privacy, The Black Widow and her deadly lover entered the world of dreams with a clear conscience.
A/N: Thank you all for waiting so long, please let me know what you guys think of this entire chapter! Stay tuned for what's coming people. STAY TUNNEDDDDDDD! XXXDDDDDDDDDDD!