The Avengers Initiative: the Black Widow
by Dark Apostle
Copyright© 2016 by Dark Apostle
Fan Fiction Sex Story: The Black Widow aka Natasha Romanoff has been tasked with infiltrating Stark industries by any means necessary. Stark is an easy target, so she sets her sights on a riskier one, Pepper Potts.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Coercion Lesbian Fan Fiction Celebrity Workplace .
Colonel Nicholas “Nick” Joseph Fury was the spy to end all spies. It was whispered that his secrets had secrets, stood staring out the window of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, pondering the past.
It wasn’t always this way. At the very start of his career, he was an officer in the US Army, and later, a seasoned espionage veteran of the CIA during the Cold War. During that era of global tension, he caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., a covert international peacekeeping organization operating as humanity’s first line of defense against Earth’s most dangerous enemies. Recruited into their ranks, he quickly impressed S.H.I.E.L.D.’s higher-ups and was promoted to the position of Director, becoming the undisputed leader of the organization.
He soon earned the distinction of being the spy to end all spies.
And now, at the absolute pinnacle of his career, he stood waiting for someone in particular. An agent he had specifically requested—one of the best, though he only ever worked with the best—to meet with him for her briefing.
Natasha Romanoff.
The word ‘stunning’ didn’t even begin to cover it; she was downright pulchritudinous.
She was drop-dead gorgeous.
While he was tall, dark-skinned, powerfully built, and bald—an imposing figure for sure, with a forever damaged eye covered by a patch and surrounded by scars, a grim testament to his misplaced trust in friends—she was the complete opposite.
Hearing the repetitive clatter of heeled boots on metal floorboards, Fury smirked. Waiting patiently for his agent to arrive, he only spoke when her reflection finally appeared in the glass before him.
The translucent reflection revealed a woman who looked to be in her twenties, standing at five-foot-three and weighing 125 pounds, with piercing green eyes and long, luscious, curly red hair. The agent was gorgeous, truly stunning, possessing a natural beauty that didn’t require makeup or perfume to make people fall to their knees. The way she moved was strong and confident, every gesture smooth and precise, her perspicacious green eyes taking in every detail of her surroundings.
Without turning to her, he said: “Agent Romanoff.”
“Director,” she stood to attention, her hands behind her back, her tight blue uniform stretching tautly while leaving little to the imagination; indeed, she had caught a few junior agents doing double-takes as she walked by.
“I need you to infiltrate Stark Industries.”
“Sir?” she asked curtly.
“Stark is ill,” Fury explained. “We need to find out what his condition is.”
She didn’t bother asking Fury how he knew this. Fury was the Spy, a master of obfuscation, existing in a shade of grey that wasn’t even on the spectrum.
“Do you need me to hack his system?”
“No, but find out everything you can about the Stark, his condition and anything relating to it, be discreet, subtle even.”
She inclined her head.
“What are my mission parameters?” Natasha asked intently.
“For the moment observation,” he responded. The Director still had not turned to her, and Natasha didn’t expect him to. In their time working together, the redhead had learned what that meant before he implied further. “Get as close to the company as you can, without being too obvious.”
She nodded.
No more instructions came; Agent Romanoff would not need any. Instead, he listened as the sound of her footsteps faded away. The Black Widow had been activated.
As she left, Fury remembered a conversation he had recently had with Agent Hill.
...
“Why her sir?”
“She’s the best at what she does Maria, she can get in and that’s what we need.”
“But why her?”
“Maria, you look like an agent, she doesn’t and you’re not comfortable with some of the things I might need you to do...” the Director asserted patiently. Fury continued: “Romanoff is comfortable with everything. That in itself is useful in infiltration. Things are changing, the world is getting bigger; there are different shades of grey out there now and we need to catch up ASAP.”
“It may be too late for that,” the brunette responded coldly, before strutting away.
“I agree...” Nick murmured quietly.
‘ ... You’ve got to keep your eye on the game.’
He thought idly to himself as he watched the brunette leave.
...
Pepper Potts called down for the Notary, and soon enough, she came up. She smiled and shook hands with her. Natasha Romanoff was operating under the guise of Natalie Rushman; S.H.I.E.L.D. had even created an extensive fake online profile for her.
Pepper walked into the room to absolute chaos. Tony Stark had erected a boxing ring right in the middle of his office, just one of the many bizarre things he had done over the last couple of weeks.
“The notary’s here! Can you please come sign the transfer paperwork?”
Tony sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead.
“I’m on happy time.” Tony hit happy in the face with his elbow and Happy staggered back. “Sorry.”
“What the hell was that?”
“It’s called mixed martial arts.” Tony shrugged, “It’s been around for three weeks.”
“It’s called dirty boxing, there’s nothing new about it”
Natasha had been called up to the main office to act as a notary. She actually had the training for it, having studied the legalities in her downtime. Nick had approved the cover, and now here she was. She walked over to the door, stepped through into the chaotic scene, and frowned. She had heard of Tony Stark’s eccentricities, had even been warned about them by several sources, but seeing it and hearing about it were two entirely different things.
She paused and stared.
Both men turned and stared at her, and she at them. She frowned and walked over to Pepper. The soon-to-be CEO nodded at her, turned to Tony, and sighed in sheer exasperation. “I promise this is the only time I will ask you to sign over your company.”
Natasha held the clipboard out to Pepper Potts: “I need you to initial each box.”
Happy tapped Tony on the shoulder with a light punch, “Lesson One, never take your eye off the...”
Tony growled and kicked him squarely in the stomach. Happy fell backward against the ring ropes with an oomph, a look of utter shock on his face.
“That’s it. I’m done.” Tony took off his helmet and gloves and went over to the ropes, “What’s your name lady?”
“Rushman. Natalie Rushman.”
He lifted up the ropes and pointed at her, “Front and centre. Come into the church.”
Pepper blanched, “No. You’re seriously not gonna ask...”
“If it pleases the court,” Tony said cutting her off, “which it does.”
Natasha nodded at Pepper, “it’s no problem.”
Pepper sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry, he’s very eccentric.”
Natasha entered the ring. As she did, the two men paused while Tony swigged some green liquid out of a bottle. He turned to Happy as he climbed out, “Can you give her a lesson?
“No problem.”
He stepped out of the ring, “Pepper.”
“What?”
“Who is she?”
“She is from legal. And she is potentially a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep ogling her like that.”
He snorted, “I need a new assistant, boss.”
“Yes,” Pepper nodded, “and I’ve got three excellent potential candidates. They’re lined up and ready to meet you.”
“I don’t have time to meet. I need someone now. I feel like it’s her.”
“No it’s not.”
Happy smiled and nodded, “You ever boxed before?”
“I have, yes.
“What, like, the Tae Bo? Booty Boot Camp? Crunch? Something like that?” She scowled at him.
“How do I spell your name, Natalie?”
“R-U-S-H-M-A-N.”
Tony sat down and pressed a finger to his computer screen. It activated, and he typed in her name with a grin. Pepper saw this and scowled.
“What, are you gonna google her now?”
“I thought I was ogling her.” He saw her profile online, found a modeling picture of her, and zoomed in. Yup, her CV checked out. He snorted. “Wow. Very, very impressive individual.”
“You’re so predictable, you know that?”
“She’s fluent in French, Italian, Russian and Latin.” He turned to Pepper, “Who speaks Latin?”
“No one speaks Latin.”
“No one speaks Latin,” He echoed her.
Pepper shrugged, “It’s a dead language. You can read Latin or you can write Latin, but you can’t speak Latin.”
“Did you model in Tokyo? ‘Cause she modelled in Tokyo.”
“Well...”
“I need her. She’s got everything that I need.” Natasha didn’t pay Happy any mind, not worried in the slightest. She watched Tony, trying to figure out exactly what he and the CEO were discussing.
“Rule number one, never take your eyes off your opponent.”
He went to tap her on the shoulder, but her hand lashed out. She grabbed his arm and flipped over, her legs locking around his head and dragging him down to the mat. She pinned him there effortlessly.
Pepper saw this and shouted, “Oh, my God! Happy.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tony grinned and walked over. Happy was released; he staggered to his feet and coughed, clearly embarrassed.
“I just slipped.”
“You did?” Tony smirked.
“Yeah.”
“Looks like a TKO to me,” Tony said, walking over to ring the bell.
Tony and Natasha met again, and she sighed. “Just ... I need your impression.”
He fell quiet for a moment and studied her intently, “You have a quiet reserve. I don’t know - you have an old soul.”
“I meant your fingerprint.”
“Right.”
“So, how are we doing?”
“Great. Just wrapping up here. Hey. You’re the boss.”
“Will that be all, Mr Stark?”
“No,” Tony chuckled.
“Yes, that will be all, Ms Rushman.” Pepper said interrupting Tony. “Thank you very much.”
Tony watched Natasha leave and grinned, “I want one.”
“No.”
They went to Monaco where they were introduced to Ivan Vanko, and all hell broke loose. Natasha couldn’t blow her cover just yet, so she stayed put and let Stark handle the chaos. They eventually returned to Stark Tower, where Stark finished up for the day. Natasha still had work to do, so she sat down in her office and got on with it, knowing she had a couple of days off to relax afterward. It was later in the evening when her Bluetooth earpiece chimed. She tapped it and spoke.
“Go for Rushman.”
“Hi Natalie.”
She smiled.
“Mr Stark?” she said, answering politely, her tone intentionally simpering.
“I somehow knew you’d be up,” the Billionaire chuckled into the mic.
“I was looking through the daily finances sir.”
“Boring,” Tony quipped. “Look I need you to do me a favour. There’s a file on my desk, nothing interesting in it...”
Tony paused, and Natasha immediately sensed a lie.
“ ... but I need you to take it to Pepper. It’s just to do with my off-shore accounts.”
“Sir,” she replied.
“Hey Miss Pro-active,”
“Sir?”
“Call me Tony.”
She smirked, “Yes Sir.”
She did it purely because she knew it would wind him up.
“Ugh,” the line hung up, and the agent chuckled softly.
Pulling out her PDA, Natasha checked his GPS tracker to confirm where the Billionaire was and smiled, satisfied the man was exactly where he was meant to be.
Signing off, the redhead stood up and stretched; the walk would do her good. Arching her back, the agent let out a breathy sigh.
Ever since Tony Stark had started calling himself ‘Iron Man,’ matters in the spying world had become increasingly complicated. Subtlety seemed significantly less important when a flying metal robot flew around blowing up terrorists.
On the other hand, it was never easy when you didn’t know who your friends and enemies were. For Stark, everything was black and white. But that wasn’t the world she lived in: her reality existed in much deeper, more complex shades of grey.
She made her way to Pepper’s office.
She opened the door and observed exactly what she had suspected; Natasha wasn’t the only person left in the building. Sitting behind a desk in the dark room, illuminated only by the soft glow of her computer terminal, was none other than CEO Pepper Potts. The woman was tall, standing at nearly six feet with long strawberry-blonde hair. Natasha noted that her cleavage wasn’t as ample as her own, but rather small, perfect handfuls.
“Ms Potts.”
The woman sitting behind the desk in the darkness startled and looked up before smiling tiredly.
“Ms Rushman, what are you doing here so late?”
“Mr Stark asked me to return a file to your office, something to do with his off-shore accounts?”
Natasha held up the file for Pepper to see.
“Ah thank you,” she nodded. “I can take that.”
Natasha stepped deeper into the office, making sure to exaggerate the seductive sway of her full hips.
Pepper Potts had just replaced Tony Stark as CEO of Stark Industries. It was a smart move by Stark; by putting Potts in charge, he had already doubled the value of any stock he held. Of course, the sheer demands of the job, coupled with the relentless antics of the Billionaire, would stress anybody out.
Natasha put on a mock frown: “Ms Potts why are you here so late?”
“Paper work,” she waved her hand at the computer. Natasha’s green eyes flicked to the screen and she nodded. Pepper went back to her typing, but an idea was already forming in Natasha’s mind. She needed to get on the inside track. Nobody was more aware of the real operations than Pepper Potts. All she needed was an ‘in,’ and Stark Industries would be wide open to her. To achieve that, she needed to test the older woman, to see if her hunch was accurate. The redhead discreetly pulled her light blue top down just a fraction to reveal more of her pale cleavage and sauntered over to the desk.
Natasha had a distinct feeling about Pepper. While she was acutely aware the new CEO harbored feelings for Tony Stark ... no one was impervious to the right kind of distraction.
Leaning across the desk, Natasha moved intimately close to Pepper, confidently invading her personal space. The two made eye contact, the redhead’s calm green orbs meeting nervous blue ones. She stayed perfectly still, not moving until Pepper’s eyes finally fell away. Natasha’s intoxicating perfume filled the older woman’s nostrils as Pepper backed down, her gaze inevitably descending into the deep, enticing crevasse between Natasha’s heavy tits.
“Ms Rushman...” Pepper exclaimed uncertainly.
“Ms Potts,” Natasha said with a firmer, more commanding tongue.
“W-what are you doing?”
Natasha pressed further forward, a subtle, deliberate movement that raised her full, round breasts closer still.
“Placing the file in your in-tray Ms Potts.”
“Oh,” the CEO uttered, although the sound came out more like a breathless moan, her eyes now firmly fixed upon the redhead’s pale cleavage.
Natasha smiled coyly as she stood up, noting the heavy flush rising in Pepper’s cheeks. Her hunch was confirmed. The agent doubled down on her false concern.
“It is specified in my contract that my job is to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, whilst doing whatever it takes to ensure you’re working to the best of your ability. So I cannot leave until you do.”
While technically a blatant lie, there was no reason for Potts to verify it at this hour.
“Oh?” Pepper mumbled distractedly, looking utterly entranced by the stunning woman standing before her.
Shaking her head, the CEO momentarily broke free from the spell.
“Well, I’m fine at the moment Miss Rushman, there is really no need for you to stay here all night.”
Not taking no for an answer, Natasha continued: “But Miss Potts, you look stressed! Every day this week you have worked over time. Maybe I should help you relax? Loosen you up after all that administration ... Let me help you find some release.”
“And how exactly do you propose I find some release?” Pepper enquired doubtfully.
Natasha paused, allowing the other woman ample time to drink her in. Men were so much easier to seduce than women; at the mere hint of the word ‘release’, a man would already be unzipping his fly and bending her over the desk. Women required more work, more ... delicacy.
“Here,” stepping smoothly around the desk, Natasha swept Pepper’s hair over her shoulder, her dainty hands sliding confidently over Pepper’s tense shoulders. The blonde moaned softly as Natasha pressed her thumbs firmly into the nape of her neck, moving down gradually as she expertly worked the kinks and knots out of the stressed CEO. Touching a particularly sensitive area, Pepper jerked forwards.
“Mmmm, you have got a lot of tension Miss Potts,” Natasha murmured directly into the blonde’s ear, still eyeing her prey like a predator.
“Ohhh! Yeah...” Pepper gasped: “Working for Tony Stark will do that to you.”
Natasha smiled, stepping away much to the CEO’s immediate chagrin.
“Turn please.” Pepper nodded slowly, wondering absentmindedly why she was so eagerly doing exactly as she was told. There was such undeniable command in Natasha’s voice.
Natasha watched with predatory satisfaction as the blonde’s long legs shifted unconsciously open as she turned her chair. So, Pepper was feeling the intense heat between them, just as Natasha was. Good. Calmly, the redhead knelt down, dropping below the astonished woman’s eye level as she spoke once more.
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