BW:F Chapter 24

Nat breathes hoarsely. Burning, stinging pain on her buttocks. An aching tightness in her cock. There’s strain in her muscles and even some lightheadedness as her heart pounds.

She groans.

Viper walks back in front of her and considers the thick liquid in the beaker.

“I am impressed,” she admits. “A little. It makes me wonder what she can do.” Viper turns her smirk on Jen, who continues to snore.

“Me too,” Nat says, only a little out of breath.

“You won’t get to see it.” Viper turns back, drawing the pistol at her hip and leveling it at Nat’s face. “I have what I need from you.”

Viper pulls the trigger. Nat stopped flinching at gunshots years ago. Viper looks in surprise at the gloved hand that just **** her wrist upward, putting that bullet harmlessly into the ceiling.

“I don’t hate your kinks, kid,” Janet Van Dyne tells her, the harsh lights reflecting on her black and red Wasp suit. “But you’re still a Nazi.” She could only have appeared so suddenly by already being close by in her shrunken form.

Viper ducks Janet’s punch and leaps backward, snapping her whip. Janet shrinks out of sight and reappears behind her, kicking out Viper’s knee, then knocking her down with a punch to the temple. The woman in green and black spills to the concrete floor. Janet swiftly straddles her and pulls back for another punch.

Viper’s lip is bloody. “You think you can leave here?”

“I got a hundred people out of East Berlin. This shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Hail Hydra.”

“Hail this,” Janet says and hits her hard enough that blood drips from her gloved knuckles as she gets to her feet and makes her way to Nat.

“Interesting timing,” Nat notes as the older woman detaches her from the machine, then unshackles her.

“The show stopped being funny,” Janet replies.

“You were watching?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Get Jen out of here.”

“What about you?”

“I still need Blonsky and the Soul Mates,” Nat says, rubbing her wrists.

“Who and the whats?”

“Just get Jen out,” Nat says tiredly.

Janet watches openly as Nat bends to pick up Viper’s pistol.

“Honey, you’re naked,” she remarks. “And your booty looks like you just did Fifty Shades with Thanos.”

“She’s no Thanos,” Nat says, stepping over Viper and heading for the exit. “Take care of Jen.”

“You owe me for this,” Janet calls after Nat.

“You can bill me.” Nat pops the magazine out of the gun to make sure it’s full, then slaps it back in. She is naked, but she’s not about to try to squeeze her figure into Viper’s suit, and there’s nothing else lying around. She’s had to do more with less before, and there’s no time for worrying about the details. Hydra probably can’t harm Blonsky, but they also have the Soul Mates. Viper didn’t get a chance to raise the alarm, but someone will have heard that shot. Or they’ll be watching the cameras. Nat has to move fast.