Black Widow's Sexy New Symbiotic Catsuit
Chapter 1: Upgrades
Present day…
The bodysuit arrived at SHIELD headquarters, contained in a metal briefcase. It was left at the front desk. When a secretary undid the locks, she saw what the briefcase contained, and buzzed a receptionist on her phone:
"Call Natasha in. I think her new apparel has arrived."
At that very moment, Natasha Romanoff was kickboxing fellow SHIELD agent Maria Hill in a boxing ring in the middle of SHIELD's massive gymnasium. And Natasha was winning.
"Okay, OKAY, Natasha, you win, YOU WIN!" Maria screamed after a particularly nasty blow to the chest.
Natasha removed her protective gear as she and Maria walked out of the ring.
Just then, Maria got a signal on her watch. She held it up to her mouth.
"This is Hill, talk to me."
"We found the Oscorp mole, the one who sold the secrets about their symbiotic research to Latveria. He's here in DC!"
"Threat level?"
"Low. Very, very low. He's just some bureaucratic low-life who thought this could make him some cash on the side."
"Who is Fury saying should go?"
"You and Natasha."
Maria shot Natasha a knowing glance. "Well, she happens to be right here. We'll get right on it. Over and out."
"No rest for the weary, eh?" Natasha said.
Just then, Natasha's own watch beeped the same signal.
"This is Natasha."
"Your new suit has arrived."
"I was on my way to go change, I'll pick it up. Front desk?"
"It'll be there."
"Thanks! Over and out."
Natasha looked at Maria. "Well, I think I'll be taking care of this mission with a new upgrade!"
"Nice! I'll meet you in the garage, bring weapons to subdue, not kill. We want this guy alive."
Natasha nodded and left to go pick up her new suit at the front desk.
"Hello?"
Natasha's call echoed around the empty locker room. She had hoped Maria hadn't left already, she always enjoyed her company and didn't like being alone.
Natasha sat down and put the metal briefcase beside her, undoing its locks in the process. A shiny new, latex or rubber catsuit flopped out as Natasha took off her shoes and other kickboxing equipment, leaving her in her underwear.
Natasha examined the garment before touching it. It electrified her palms, it felt so good to the touch, soft and delicate, it left some sort of indiscernible sensation on her skin for even just the brief few seconds it touched.
"Huh. That's new."
She held it up, it looked too small, and like it was a boy's fit, not a girl's. There wasn't even a zipper.
"What? There must be…"
Just to make sure she wasn't seeing things, Natasha held it up again. Now it did seem the right size for her, with plenty of space for her feminine curves and ample bosom. And on the back, she noticed a zipper, previously unseen.
With that, Natasha unzipped it, and was about to start putting it on… when she remembered how good the material felt in her hand, that electrifying sensation.
"Do I really wanna…?" she asked herself. She held the catsuit in her hand, it felt so good, she couldn't stop touching it. Without even thinking of it, Natasha started rubbing it slowly down her face, it's rubbery texture seemingly unique, vaguely… sensual.
With that understanding, Natasha begin changing out of her underwear, undoing her bra and slipping her panties off until she was fully in the buff. She then began slipping on the catsuit again, its sensations electrifying her skin just by touching it. When she was in it completely, she was going to pull and tug to make it fit better, only to discover that, almost as if it had read her mind, the suit seemed to do that for her. Moreover, she realized that the zipper was gone.
"Huh." Natasha said to herself. "Must be some sort of new fabric or something."
Natasha looked at the mirror, liking how closely this new suit hugged all of her curves so well. A hint of a nipple peeking out was apparent, but she didn't mind. The catsuit felt so good to be in, like second skin. She then got her belt, combat boots, and powered-bracelets on in quick succession, ready to track down the suspect.
As she walked out of the locker room, Maria was waiting for her.
"Day-umm, Natasha!" Maria said, admiring her new outfit. "That thing… well, it accentuates your features quite well. How does it feel?"
"Like getting wrapped in a great big kinda-rubbery, kinda-silky hug on the world's comfiest bed."
"I'm kinda jealous!" Maria exclaimed as the two began walking, looking down at her drab civilian clothes.
"Yeah, I was wondering, what's with the get-up?" Natasha asked.
"Oh, it's for when we intercept him. I need to opportunity to blend in. I call you in case there's heavy stuff we gotta deal with."
Natasha nodded.
"Maybe I should ask Fury for a similar upgrade, I'm getting pretty bored with my SHIELD standard uniform. Any idea what it's made of? It looks like some kind of rubber… or latex?"
"Whatever it is," Natasha said, "I'm keeping it."
"We got a bogie on the corner of 7th Street, can you confirm?" Maria said, looking at the sophisticated computer at the back of the SHIELD truck she and Natasha were currently in.
Natasha gazed with binoculars out of the passenger's seat window towards where Maria had told her to look.
"Got him. Short guy? Balding? Sweating profusely?"
"That's the one. The problem is… I can't figure out why he's here."
"Isn't it obvious?" Natasha quipped.
Maria looked over. "Well, what is it?"
"The embassies."
"Latveria doesn't have any formal relations with the United States. They don't have an embassy here in Washington."
"No, you're right, THEY don't. But any number of countries that would want his expertise in symbiotic research do."
Maria nodded. "We need to intercept him, but not in an obvious way. Any ideas?"
"Remember the anesthesia that makes people temporarily drunk before they pass out?"
"Vodka?"
Natasha laughed. "No, I think it's called Substance 84? We should have some here in the van. A quick sting outta knock him out, and you just tell everybody you're taking your drunk dad home."
"I like the way you think, Natasha."