BW:F Chapter 27

Nat feels much better after a shower. Normally all the gross stuff that comes with her work gets on her suit, not her skin. She’ll still smell like gunpowder for days. Wrapped in a hotel robe, she emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam.

Janet has a suite in a different Madripoor hotel, although this one has the same lovely view of the decadent skyline. She’s cleaned Jen up and put a robe on her. Now, Jen continues to snooze on the second bed. Janet has done this because like Nat, it’s not a sure thing that Jen will want everyone to know about her penis. They’re going to let Jen at least wake up with relative privacy and then decide what to do.

Nat sees Janet by the window, holding a martini. The older woman has changed into some lacy black lingerie with stockings. The fact that it’s a little old-fashioned just makes it sexier. It’s not subtle.

“Don’t you have a husband for this?” Nat asks, going to the bar to make her own drink. She’s not about to argue; she does owe Janet.

“My husband is 69 years old,” Janet replies, unbothered. “What are you getting at, Agent Romanov? You think I want to fool around with a spry, young secret agent?”

“Not especially secret these days,” Nat replies, taking a drink.

“You had a long day. Lie down.”

Smiling, Nat sheds her robe and gets comfortable on the bed not occupied by Jen, resting her head on her arms. Janet climbs on to straddle her. Gentle hands massage Nat’s shoulders.

“Careful back there. I was tortured,” Nat says.

“I’m very careful.”

Jen stirs and they both look over.

“Mmm.” Jen rolls onto her side. Finally; Nat was starting to worry. Jen’s eyes open. She stares at Janet in her underwear on top of a naked Nat. “Oh shit,” she says. “Am I sleeping on the job? And is the job banging hot MILFs? Because I like it, but I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Jen, just relax,” Nat says.

“Huh?”

“Hydra **** you. The mission already happened.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. And there’s one more thing. Loki gave you a penis.”

Jen guffaws. Then she sees the way that Nat and Janet are looking at her. Her smile goes away. Her face becomes pale. She sits up and hurriedly unbelts her robe, pulling it open and looking down. She freezes.

“Oh shit,” she murmurs.

“I want to see what it looks like on She-Hulk,” Janet blurts. Nat looks back at her and Jen’s mouth drops open. “It’s the whole reason I brought you here. Please turn into She-Hulk. I have to see it. Please. I rescued everybody. You both owe me this.”