Marvel Team-Up

Ava turned towards the voice. Behind one of the plexiglass walls sat an attractive young woman, curled red hair down to her shoulders. She was dressed in lacy black lingerie.

"You're the Black Widow?" Ava asked.

"And you're the Ghost." Natasha Romanoff replied. "I recognise the face, but not the outfit."

"It's a long story. What are you doing here?"

"Mostly sitting in a cell. Help a girl out?"

Ava looked around the cell, until she saw an electronic lock to one side of the glass. She phased her hand inside it.

There was a brief sparking from the lock, and a section of the glass swung open. Natasha stood and walked to the door. Ava couldn't help but admire the way the gorgeous woman moved, hips swaying, long legs conveying their power and grace.

The two agents went to the door at the end of the cell block, this time it was a simple lock which needed a key.

"I can get through this," Ava said, "but I can't take you with me."

"I got this." Natasha replied, reaching to the left cup of her bra. She fiddled for a moment and then pulled out the underwire, which pivoted on tiny joints until it was unrecognisably bent in several places. Natasha inserted the wire into the lock, twisted back and forth and after a few seconds the lock clicked and the door swung open.

"Nice trick." Ava said.

"Can't put it back in, though." Natasha replied, tossing the wire over her shoulder. Ava couldn't help but think that Natasha did not need it, her breasts stood firm and pert on their own.

The women stepped into the corridor, just in time for six guards to come running around the corner, they took up positions with their weapons aimed.

"Don't suppose your panties turn into a hand grenade?" Ava suggested.

"Unfortunately not." Natasha replied, raising her hands and walking towards the guards. "Hey, guys. Something we can help you with?"

The guards froze at the sight of the two beautiful women, the naked one at the back and the almost-naked one who was now standing among them. None of them seemed to know quite what to do.

Natasha suddenly leapt into action, a flurry of kicks and punches laying into the guards. Ava took her cue to follow Black Widow's lead and put her own martial arts skills to use, dodging the guns pointed in her direction and taking down guards. Her Ghost suit was useful for many reasons, but she now appreciated that there were times it restricted her movements. Better yet, as she allowed herself to relax into her training and the movements she was so used to, she found her hands and feet becoming tangible enough to hit with.

After a brief fight, the guards lay **** on the floor. Natasha stood, and examined the back of her panties, where some of the lace over her left buttock had ripped.

"Let's go." Natasha said.

"Hold on," Ava replied, "let me get the clothes from one of them." she reached for a guards and attempted to undo the fastenings on their uniform, but her fingers once again phased straight through. Ava swore.

"We've got to get you your suit back," Natasha said, "Come on."