BW:F Chapter 15

Madripoor is an island between Singapore and Sumatra. It’s widely considered a hive of scum and villainy because it’s controlled by crime lords and often supervillains. It is still higher on the Human Development Index than Florida.

The city that dominates half the island is divided into two parts: Hightown, composed of towering, beautiful skyscrapers that rival those in places like Dubai, and Lowtown, which presents more like a Brazilian favela. It’s a little deceptive; a surprising amount of the power and influence is based in Lowtown, but the foreign money is all in Hightown.

Jen spent the whole flight questioning Nat about her penis.

“Wow. Two Asgardians at once? I bet that’s like Tony’s fantasy. You should brag to him,” Jen had said. Jen’s fascination with the subject only adds to Nat’s self-consciousness. Her penis is not something that people can just ignore or be cool about. They’re going to talk about it. They’re going to ask about it. The wrong people absolutely must not find out.

Now, Nat finally gets a moment to herself as she steps out of the elevator in Madripoor’s finest hotel. Jen is happily getting settled in her opulent suite on the floor below. Nat enters her own room to find Janet Van Dyne waiting for her.

Janet is considerably older and has endured vast hardship during her time trapped in the Quantum Realm. That hasn’t dulled her natural grace and beauty; she was a striking person even before Nat had a penis that has changed the way that she looks at people.

Janet is dressed casually in jeans and a light top, while Nat is in disguise with a pantsuit and blonde wig, which she pulls off as she closes the door behind her.

“Thanks for coming,” Nat says.

“You don’t ask for help often,” Janet replies with a curious smile. “What’s the occasion?”

Nat collapses the handle of her suitcase and crosses the room to briefly hug the older woman.

“I need a tailor,” she says.

Janet cocks her head. “Did you gain weight?” Without warning, she reaches around to Nat’s bottom and squeezes firmly.

Nat leaps back with a look of shock, mouth wide open.

“What?” Janet laughs. “It’s huge. And then you wear that suit and run ahead of everyone all the time. Is that not the point?”

Indignant, Nat self-consciously reaches back toward her rear.

“It is not!”

“If you say so. So what’s wrong with the SHIELD suit?”

“Nothing’s wrong with the suit. It’s me. Can you be professional for two minutes?”

Janet just shrugs. Nat sighs and self-consciously unfastens her slacks, opening them to expose the bulge in her underwear.

Janet’s eyes light up.

“I didn’t have that on my bingo card,” she says.