Captain Marvel gives Natasha a lift

After explaining roughly what was going on to Captain Marvel, she agreed to help Natasha out. All it really took was to mention the name of Nick Fury, who Danvers seemed to have a fondness for.

"So, what do you need?"

"Well, firstly could you turn down the light show?" Natasha released a hand from covering her breasts and gestured to Carol's steadily glowing body, "You're attracting a bit of attention."

"Sorry." Carol concentrated for a moment, and her body faded back to a normal colour.

"Thanks. There's a SHIELD safe house a few blocks away, think you could get me there without me having to run through the streets?"

"Sure." Danvers smiled, "Do you want, like, a piggy-back or...?"

After a bit of thought, Carol picked Natasha up in both arms, holding the nude beauty against her chest. Then, her glow starting up again faintly, she took off into the sky.

It was simultaneously frightening and exciting for Natasha. She had flown countless planes, occasionally parachuted, and been given lifts by Hulk before, but never flown like this, with just a normal-sized woman lifting her up. It was the closest she would get to flying on her own. But at the same time, the air rushing past raised goosebumps on every inch of her very exposed skin, reminding her of just what a bizarre situation she was in.

"The store, down there." Natasha pointed, and Danvers came in to land outside a corner shop. "It's a front for SHIELD," Natasha continued, as she stood on solid ground again, "I just have to tell the agent posing as a clerk the right codes, and I can get a new suit."

Natasha entered the shop, the bell above the door tinkling once and then a second time as Danvers, curious, followed her. There was only one person working, a girl in her early twenties with blonde streaked hair, dressed in a short woolly jumper and very short plaid skirt, leaning by the register chewing gum.

The girl looked up at Natasha, but decided this was not the strangest thing she had seen in New York.

"Uh, hi." Natasha gave an embarrassed smile to the girl, "The cuckoo never uses its own nest."

This got no response, except the girl continuing to chew her gum.

"The cuckoo?" Natasha tried again. Her face was beginning to burn red again. She cleared her throat. "The cuckoo never uses its own nest."

"That so?" the girl finally responded.

The shop door tinkled again as a group of high-schoolers walked in, treated to a full view of Natasha's ass as she stood at the counter.

"The cuckoo... Oh, geez." Natasha gave up, grabbed Captain Marvel and walked out.

"So, I'm guessing that isn't going to be a safe house for a few more years." Natasha said as she sat outside on a bench, a copy of the Daily Bugle opened out across her body to cover as much of her as possible.

"Want to try a clothes shop instead?" Danvers suggested.

"You got any money?"

"None from Earth."

"I don't think I want to risk getting arrested right now."

"Maybe I can..."

There was a flash of light and a faint explosion from a few miles away, Danvers turned to look, "I'd better go, that looks Skrull-related."

"Wait!" Natasha jumped to her feet, the newspaper fluttering to the floor, "Don't leave me here like this!"

Seconds later, Captain Marvel was again flying Natasha through the air.