BW:F Chapter 4

Nat isn’t sure what bothers her more: that Tony made a point to invent a hologram that was touchable, or that he hadn’t told anyone. Although it was easy to understand why: so he could sneak weird AI-assisted blowjobs on the jet in between missions.

Friday’s mouth doesn’t exactly feel like a real mouth, but Nat’s penis isn’t picky. One of Nat’s hands grips the sink and the other is tight over her mouth as Friday’s glowing head bobs on her shaft. Her legs shake a little. The hologram wraps her fingers around the base of Nat’s erection, and that feels better than the simulation of lips. It’s escalating quickly. Nat grunts softly and clenches her jaw.

She can’t help herself. She looks down. Friday’s holographic clothing disappeared when she got down on her knees, so there’s quite a view if one is into glowing, translucent women. Nat can at least appreciate the novelty. Or she could if she wasn’t on the clock.

“Um, Friday?”

Friday stops sucking and looks up, eager to please.

“Can you just do it with your hand? Kind of in a hurry,” Nat adds apologetically, alarmed not only at how good it feels, but also at how breathless and slutty she sounds. She tries to gather her dignity, but the timing’s all wrong. Friday pulls firmly on her cock and her knees press together as she shudders. “God.” Nat shuts her eyes and tilts her head back.

Release comes with a hot, bursting feeling that takes her breath away. Her head swims. She comes to her senses and looks down to find Friday gone and a sparkling mess on the floor.

“Jesus.” She awkwardly pulls up her jeans and cleans up, then washes her hands and all but staggers back to the others. The penis situation has to wait.

“Emil Blonsky,” Happy is saying.

“Who?” Spider-Man cocks his head.

“Emil Blonsky. Turned into a monster. Did a big rampage. It was a whole thing,” Happy explains, gesturing animatedly.

Spider-Man scratches his head. “Are we sure that’s a thing that really happened?”

“It happened. I represented him,” Jen assures him.

“They called him Abomination,” Nat adds.

Spider-Man folds his arms. “If you say so.”

“It happened, Kid. Look it up,” Happy tells him.

“I thought he was doing better,” Jen says, a little sadly.

“So did we. But his tracker signal’s gone and the security cameras at his farm are down,” Happy says. “We’ll be there in about a minute.”

“Bringing me was a good idea,” Jen says sagely. “I think we have some rapport.”

“Actually, I was thinking that we might need a hulk,” Happy replies.

Jen sighs. “Oh. That’s cool too.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Miss Walters,” Spider-Man says.

“Thanks, Kid. Speaking of which, should he be here?” Jen frowns at Happy. “He sounds like twelve. I feel like that’s bringing a lot of liability in that we don’t necessarily need.”

“He's not twelve. Take it up with Tony,” Happy tells her. “We’re here.”