Archive of Our Own

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You opened the dusty desk drawer and rifled through its contents, looking for anything useful. Suddenly, a coughing fit consumed you.

“Woah, you ok?” Natasha asked, concerned.

“I’m fine,” you wheezed. “Just a dust bomb.”

“Everything alright?” came Steve’s voice over comms.

“All good,” you replied.

“Come on,” Nat said. “They took everything important. We’re not going to find anything.”

“Just gimme a minute. I have a feeling we’re going to get lucky,” you replied, quirking the corner of your mouth.

Nat rolled her eyes, unable to argue with your luck. It had proven itself time and time again, and everyone knew it was best to let you do your thing.

You shut the drawer and scanned the room. Everything seemed normal, despite the years of dust building up. This was Hydra’s lab from a few years ago, but you hoped to find something to hint at their current whereabouts or plans.

Nat was busy searching a file cabinet. You crossed the room to a framed painting on the wall that seemed extremely out of place for a Hydra laboratory. Running your fingers along the edges, you found a barely noticeable button and pressed it.

The frame clicked and swung out from the wall to reveal a safe. You started turning the dial. You kept going until it felt right before tugging on the handle. The door clicked open.

You reached into the safe to pull out a cube-shaped metal case. You flipped the latch and opened the lid, taking out an empty, sealed vial.

You set the box down but could only hold the glass tube for a few seconds before it started burning.

“Ow, fuck! That’s hot,” you exclaimed, dropping the tube in surprise. It fell, shattering on impact.

Nat rushed over at the noise.

“What happened? Are you ok?” she asked, concerned.

“The fuckin’ thing burnt me!” you replied, sucking on your stinging fingers.

“Was there anything in it?” she asked.

“No,” you shook your head.

“Are you positive? Nothing that could have splattered on you?”

“Nuh-uh,” you replied. “I still want to get a sample for Bruce, though,” you said, taking a small bag from your pocket. You carefully used the plastic to grab a piece of the broken glass and seal it up.

Despite your best efforts, the glass pierced through the bag and drew a drop of blood from the tip of your finger.

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to hide what had happened. There was no need to worry everyone about something that was nothing.

“Did you cut yourself?” Nat asked, hearing you.

“Oh, no, I’m good,” you lied smoothly.

“Ok. Let’s get out of here. This place gives me a weird feeling,” she replied, tugging you to your feet.

The two of you headed back to the quinjet to meet with the rest of the team, who had been searching various places around the base.

You were the last group to rejoin the others, you noticed, taking your seat on the jet.

“Did you find anything?” Tony asked as the jet took off.

“Just an empty vial,” you replied. “It shattered, but we got a piece to test it.” You handed the bag to him.

“Good work.”

“Thanks.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Clint, can you turn the AC up?”

“Really? It’s already pretty high,” he responded.

“Oh, it’s alright. Never mind.”

Nat looked at you questioningly from her seat opposite you. You shook your head just a little to indicate everything was fine.

You pulled out your phone to see how long the flight to the compound was. Six minutes, it said. That wasn’t too bad. You could lie in your bed with the AC on max soon enough.

You tugged at the collar of your suit. Suddenly, it started to feel suffocatingly tight around your neck. You unzipped it a little and took a deep breath.

You sat like that for another couple of minutes before a clang startled you out of your reverie. You visibly jumped at the noise, and the people closest to you looked concerned.

“Sorry, just surprised me,” you explained. You looked around for the source of the noise. It was just Steve, propping his shield up against the metal wall. Why had it sounded so loud?

You reached a hand up to wipe a bead of sweat from where it was trickling down your temple.

“Are you feeling ok?” came Wanda’s kind voice to your right.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I think I need something to eat,” you replied, flashing her a reassuring smile.

“I have a granola bar. Do you want it?” she asked, reaching into her bag.

“No, that’s alright. I’ll grab something when we get back.”

“If you’re sure,” she hesitated, leaning back into her seat.

“I’m sure. Thanks, though.”

She smiled in acknowledgment.

“Landing,” Clint called from the pilot’s seat, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

After the jet had touched ground once again, everyone started heading inside. You and Nat were the last people to leave. You stood and instantly reached out to steady yourself against the wall.

“I think you should go to the infirmary. You’re super flushed,” Nat said, coming to stand by you. She reached up a hand and held it to your forehead.

You jolted at the contact, immediately pulling away from her touch.

What the fuck was that? Why were all your senses so sensitive?

Nat frowned. “You’re burning up. Come on, let’s go. I’m taking you to the infirmary.”

“Nat, I’m fine. Really. I just need some dinner,” you reiterated.

She sighed. “Alright. But let me at least walk you to your room.”

“I’m fine. Just leave me alone,” you snapped, pushing past her.

She reached out and grabbed your wrist. You clenched your fists in frustration, twisting your arm out of her grip.

“You’re just making it worse,” you blurted before you could think about what you were saying.

“What?” she asked, confused.

You ignored her and stalked off the jet to your rooms.

As soon as the door shut behind you, you tore off your clothes, desperate to remove the uncomfortable, restricting fabric. The next thing you did was crank the AC to high. You sighed as the blast of cool air hit your skin.

Unfortunately, it didn’t do much to quell the aching heat radiating through your body.

You paced the length of the hall, trying to rid yourself of the overwhelming feeling. Frustration consumed you as you tried and tried to identify exactly what you felt.

“Fuck,” you screamed. “Friday, what are my vitals?”

“Your blood pressure is 144/96, your temperature is 99.8 degrees, and your heart rate is 148 beats per minute. Would you like me to send a medical professional to your room?” the AI asked calmly.

“No, no, don’t do that. I’m fine.”

“All of your vitals are elevated. Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone? I can call Dr. Banner if you’d prefer.”

“I said no,” you shouted.

You ran your hands through your hair, still pacing the hallway.

You probably did need food. You walked to your kitchen, grabbed a banana, and hopped up to sit on the counter.

Well, fuck. That was the problem.

Natasha

I rushed to the door, the constant banging becoming frustrating. I yanked it open, fully prepared to verbally berate whoever had disrupted my evening. As soon as I saw her standing there, every word on the tip of my tongue vanished.

She’d haphazardly pulled on a pair of sleep shorts, not even bothering to put a shirt over her sports bra. She was sweating, breathing heavily, and her entire body was flushed.

“Oh my god! We need to go to the infirmary, like right now,” I exclaimed.

She pushed past me into my entryway. She slammed the door shut, locked it and pressed her back against it.

“No,” she breathed. “Please, Nat, you gotta help me,” she whispered.

“The vial. Shit, did it cut you? Don’t lie to me,” I warned.

She held out a finger. On the tip of it was a tiny cut, the area around it painfully red.

“You need a doctor. I am not a doctor,” I protested.

“I know, it’s just—” she groaned, pressing a hand to her abdomen and buckling over.

“Oh fuck,” I exclaimed. “I’m going to call a doctor.” I pulled out my phone.

“No!” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes. The pain seemed to lessen a bit, and she spoke again, lowering her gaze once more. “I keep trying, but it’s not good enough. Please, Nat, help me.”

“What’s not good enough?” I asked, completely confused. I knelt and guided her face to look at mine.

She sobbed and pulled away from my touch. “You can’t touch me like that, please. It’s torture,” she whispered.

I backed off a little. “What the fuck was in that vial,” I muttered.

“Please, it has to be you. I need you,” she whimpered.

“What’s not good enough?” I asked again.

She shifted, her leg sliding under her. She moaned loudly, crumpling over and clutching her abdomen.

It took her a second before she could speak again. She carefully pushed herself off the floor and looked at me.

“It hurts, Nat. Please, you have to make it stop,” she begged.

Realization washed over me like a tidal wave.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“No, no, I can’t, not like this. I’m sure Bruce has a cure or something. We can ask him. I-I can’t do that to you when you’re like this. You’re not thinking clearly,” I rambled.

Her body shook with a sob as tears streamed down her cheeks.

I hesitated. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck me. Please, Nat, make me cum. It hurts so badly. I need it; I need you.”

You tried to keep eye contact with Nat, but the way she was looking at you made it incredibly difficult.

You felt fresh tears make their way down your cheeks, dripping onto the floor. She wouldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to help you.

You collapsed onto the ground in resignation, desperately trying to ignore the raging fire inside your core. You tried to distract yourself. You tried to think of anything but the woman you’d been in love with for ages kneeling in front of you.

“Ok,” breathed Nat. Your gaze shot to meet hers.

Before you could get a word in, her mouth was on yours, her hands exploring every inch of your body.

Her mouth swallowed the scream that flew from your throat. It was so good and so painful. Her tongue licked at your lips, demanding entry. You were nothing but putty in her hands and glad of it.

Her hands, mouth, and eyes exuded control. Your hands clutched at her, grabbing anything you could reach. They landed on top of her hands. You threaded your fingers through hers and shoved her hand down the front of your shorts.

She pulled away from the kiss.

“Please,” you whimpered.

She gently dragged a finger across your clit, and you bucked into her hand. You were so sensitive that just that tiny touch sent you spiraling over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through your veins, leaving your muscles shaking and your cunt clenching around empty air.

She pulled her hand away from your core and looked at you sympathetically.

“Shit, Princess,” she groaned.

“More, please,” you begged.

She wrapped her arms around you, quickly carrying you to her bed. Before you realized she’d pulled out a knife, your bra, shorts, and panties had been discarded, and the knife disappeared.

She moved onto you, slamming her lips to yours. One hand moved to your breast, roughly toying with your aching nipple, while the other was suddenly plunging two fingers into your dripping hole.

Once again, her mouth swallowed your ragged scream. All it took was one perfect curl of her fingers before your head was thrown against the pillow, electricity burning its way through your veins.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Nat hissed.

Her words only served to send you hurtling through another orgasm. Your cunt convulsed around her fingers as she gently helped you ride it out. She eased her fingers out of you and gave you a quick kiss.

“I’m going to taste you now,” she purred, sliding down your body until she was level with your core. Her eyes drifted to your swollen clit, and her eyes widened.

Before she could do or say anything, your hands fisted in her hair and shoved her between your legs. She groaned, her lips attaching around the painful bundle of nerves.

“F-f-fuck,” you screamed, thrusting your hips into her face. She moaned at the taste of you, and you tumbled into another orgasm. She didn’t stop her movements; she only increased their brutality.

She flattened her tongue against your clit and pushed two fingers into you. Your mouth opened in a silent scream. She coaxed you to yet another orgasm before slowing down.

She pulled her face and fingers from between your legs, and you whined at the loss of her body against yours. She lifted her fingers to your mouth and pressed them against your lips.

You eagerly parted them, allowing her to slip them inside. You swirled your tongue around her slender digits, groaning at the taste of your own pleasure on her skin.

She wiped the slick off her face and licked her lips. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, rolling off of you.

“No, wait,” you whispered, tears rising once again.

“I’m not leaving,” she reassured gently, walking to the closet. She rifled around, pulled out a box, and brought it to the bed.

She made quick work of the packaging and pulled out a strap-on.

“Is this ok?” she asked, watching your reaction.

Your eyes widened at the toy, and you nodded excitedly. Nat smiled. Your shaky hands reached for the buttons of her shirt, but she stopped you, tugging it over her head. Her pants were soon to follow, and you marveled at the sight of her in her simple black bra and panties.

You grabbed her waist, unable to wait any longer, and tugged her back onto your lap. You pulled her face to yours and slammed your lips to hers. She moaned softly at the action, and you squeezed her ass in approval.

Your hands drifted up her back, undoing the hook and pulling her bra off her shoulders. You pulled away to look at her, and your eyes filled with an almost animalistic hunger. You dove at her neck, leaving marks all down her chest.

She pulled away and shifted to the side, tearing off her panties. She quickly fastened the strap to her hips before flipping you over with the ease of a master assassin. She yanked your hips up with one hand, the other going to grip the back of your neck.

You were pulled onto your hands and knees before you felt the strap pressing against your dripping folds.

“You ok?” Nat checked in breathlessly.

“Please,” you whimpered, pushing your hips back against her. The fake cock slipped inside you, and you moaned at the feeling.

“M-more,” you gasped, trying to slam your hips to meet hers.

She pushed a bit more into you just as you shoved yourself backward. You felt the cock slide in, rocking against her, desperate for more.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” she warned. “Tell me to stop if you need to.”

You nodded, and her grip on the back of your neck slid to grab your hips. She pulled almost all the way out of you before plunging it back inside you, pulling your hips to her with the movement.

You screamed as her cock smashed into your g-spot, triggering your orgasm. You felt your muscles tense as if someone had electrocuted you, the pleasure spiraling through your body. Your nerves were on fire, being plunged into icy water, and ripped apart all at the same time.

Just as suddenly as it came, it faded. Your muscles slackened, and you fell to the bed, unable to hold your weight any longer. You lay there, panting and choking back moans.

It was only seconds before you felt it again, that painful, desperate ache in your core.

You whimpered at the sensation, and Nat pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back.

“No, again,” you whispered.

“Are you sure?” she asked, and you nodded.

“Please,” you panted.

She moved so quickly that you barely registered it. You were suddenly lying at the edge of the bed, your legs wrapped around Nat’s waist.

In an instant, her cock was deep inside you, eliciting an earth-shattering scream. You stuttered out moans and choked out cries, gasping the only thing you could think at that moment.

“Nat, Nat, Nat,” you chanted, her name shining like a neon sign in your mind. She leaned over you, her thrusts becoming increasingly faster and harder, and wiped a tear you hadn’t realized was there from your cheek.

“I’m here, Princess. Let go for me. I’ve got you,” she cooed.

Her words were the final straw. If you’d thought that last orgasm was amazing, this one was better than heaven itself.

Your walls convulsed around Nat’s cock, your hands clutching at her wrists like a lifeline. Fireworks exploded in the depths of your body, sending shockwaves screaming through every part of you. No noises would leave your throat, so you resorted to your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your head hitting the bed behind you just as your back left it.

Nat slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your orgasm. As the final current escaped your fingertips, your body fell to the bed, entirely spent. Your chest heaved with gasped breaths, your muscles shaking violently.

She gently pulled out of you, tossing the strap to the floor.

Your eyes drifted shut, exhaustion creeping through your bones.

“Hey, Princess, don’t fall asleep yet. I need to clean you up, and then we can cuddle.”

You mumbled something incoherently as your breathing evened out.

Nat chuckled softly, “Poor girl.”

She went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and returned to bed. She gently wiped you clean before doing the same to herself. After discarding the rag, she carefully moved you to the middle of the bed and flipped off the lights, the lamp on the nightstand just bright enough not to trip over the scattered clothes.

She climbed into bed beside you and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her. She nuzzled her face in your hair, letting you relax into her hold.

She kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I love you, Princess. I’ve always loved you.”