Thread: Desperate Measures (darkest_fate & Rand)

Calm him down by any means possible. There was only one reason that Fury would call Natasha Romanov, better known as Black Widow and say that. SHIELD had a super soldier that they could call at any time they had contacts with Stark Enterprises they could even shoot Hulk with alien weaponry. But instead, they were calling in the Black Widow, a superspy and one of the few Avengers who didn't possess some uncanny super ability, beyond extensive training and experience. She'd gone face to face with Banner before, but that had been Banner, not the Hulk. The Hulk would know her, would recognize her as an ally, and she might even be able to talk to him. That wasn't why Fury sent her. Though Natasha never talked much about it, not that she talked much about anything, she'd received training with the Russians first. The Russians were a little more... rounded in their thinking than SHIELD. SHIELD might have given some of their agents training like Natasha had, but she doubted it. They didn't have the balls, in some cases, literally. Natasha knew how to fuck an enemy into submission, to please a target as well as kill one. She'd done it before, more times than she cared to remember. Sometimes it wasn't so bad, when she got a handsome young man or an incredibly skilled lover. Once, she'd had to assassinate a Middle Eastern prince who'd proved remarkably adept with his tongue. She'd enjoyed herself thoroughly before taking his head between her thighs and twisting. Natasha was good looking. In fact, good looking was an understatement Thor had once mentioned that the Black Widow could have contended herself among the gods of his homeworld. Her features were fine, as though carved from ice into the ideal vision of a cold beauty. Blue eyes looked out from a face so stunning that men often stopped to stare. They might look at her plump lips or admire the breasts that swelled even in her compressing SHIELD uniform. Or perhaps they stared at her heart-shaped ass, a plump section of rock hard flesh. Yes, rock hard, for Natasha had a spy's body all lean, all deadly. Perhaps that was part of what made her look all the better, like some valkyrie. Perhaps that was even what Thor had seen, not that he'd looked long his eyes were elsewhere. Other eyes though, other eyes lingered upon her frame, enjoying the thought that this beauty might give way to them. But the Widow was cold, some would say heartless. She didn't give herself willingly to many. The training made her a spectacular lover, and she could enjoy sex, even with a pathetic lover. Still, it had been ages since she'd received any such pleasure, having had a quick fling after New York with Hawkeye. Now he was off on another mission and the Widow was suiting up for a seduction mission. This meant skimpy panties that were somehow SHIELD uniform. They were extra durable, practically bullet proof, and made of an impressive dark blue fabric. they covered Natasha's shaven sex before circling her hips, forming a line of fabric that split the perfect globes of her ass. She'd then zippered into a variation on the SHIELD uniform. This one had a zipper that opened up most of her front, baring her skin as though it were a fruit. No weapons, nothing beyond a heavy aesthetic attached to her wrist via a launcher. Last resort. She'd made certain to take necessary shots she kept up. Twin pasties covered the top of her breasts, partly to protect her nipples, and partly, like most of the rest, to entice her target further. She left her zipper partially undone, baring the white valley of her cleavage. Lipstick and makeup had been applied, and thus she was ready. Natasha entered, keeping her eyes on Bruce. It hurt to see him like that, but she knew better than to go too soft. Her eyes raked his body, wondering for a moment if this was even possible. Did the Hulk keep his genitalia? Did they shrink like a 'roid addict, or did they grow in accordance with his new size? Part of Natasha fervently hoped for the former, especially if the Hulk grew a little too... rambunctious. None of that reservation showed on her impassive face as she approached her old teammate. I see you're still angry, she said, trying to meet the Hulk's eyes. She reached up, giving the signal for them to turn off monitor. No way in hell was she letting them get the tape she'd remain in contact with Fury and Fury alone. And if he got aroused, well, maybe she'd finally found out what the chief was packing. You know we can't let you out until you calm down, she continued. she paused just out of reach, crossing her arms over her breast. So what are you hoping to accomplish here? What's the idea, Banner? If Banner could even still be reached...