Natasha Romanoff

"Stark, we're heading North-East." Natasha peered ahead of her, at the cloud of aliens now descending on New York. "Looks like you're having a tough time up there."

"Not as much as you'd think."

Suddenly the quinjet's dashboard blared a warning of an incoming missile. Natasha tugged on the control stick, but it was too late; one of the wings exploded, and the jet immediately began spiralling out of control.

"We're going down!" shouted the spy, then gasped as a hot-rod red blur shot past, and she began to put the pieces together. "Wait... Stark?"

"Jump for it!" yelled Captain America, as he and Hawkeye abandoned ship. Natasha tried to wrestle with the controls for a few more seconds, but it was clearly hopeless. Jamming her hand on the eject button, her seat immediately rocketed through the canopy, instants before the quinjet crashed into a skyscraper.

"Stark is compromised," she yelled. "Can you hear me? Stark is compromised." As the jets died out, for a moment Natasha could only hear her own panicked breathing, her pulse thumping in her ear. Then suddenly she felt warm, strong arms around her.

"Well, hello Thor," she said flirtatiously, looking up from the god's tight embrace. "Fancy seeing you here."

Thor didn't respond, merely reaching in her ear to take out the communicator hidden there.

"Thor, what are you doing?" Natasha looked to his face concernedly, and as she recognised the alien blue tint to his eyes, the breath seemed to be driven from her lungs. "Come on, Thor, snap out of it buddy," she pleaded, knowing it would be pointless. All she had to do was knock the god out cold, and Loki's influence would be gone. "Oh, this'll be fun," she muttered sarcastically. Drawing back her arm, she punched him in the face with all her strength - but it was like hitting a brick wall. She withdrew her hand, hissing from the pain. Getting out her stun cuffs, she gave Thor the biggest she could, willing to risk the great fall below them rather than have Loki turn her mind against her friends. But again, it was ineffective; the god's handsome face spasmed with some pain, but it wasn't nearly enough, and he ripped the device from her hands with an irritated expression.

In an instant, they landed atop Stark tower. Natasha's eyes frantically searched for an escape, but she could not think of a way out of Thor's vice-like grip. She tried reasoning with him again, trying to break through to her ally's original mind, but as they strode towards Loki, she realised it was in vain.

"Ah, the Black Widow," smiled the god of mischief. "Deceitful, cunning, secretive... you and I shall get along fabulously."

"Aren't you going to tell me what the big plan is?" she asked, trying to buy for time. "You conquer the Earth, then what?"

"I rule you," said Loki, raising the sceptre. Natasha tried struggling, but she had no hope against Thor. Her head tilted back as the cold metal touched it, her mouth opening as the Mind Stone's power ran through her. When she closed it, her green irises had become an electric blue, and Thor released her.

"Well, Loki," she said throatily, looping an arm around his shoulders, "is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh, maybe just a couple of things," grinned Loki. Sensing her commander's wishes, Natasha Romanoff leaned in to kiss him deeply, drawing her curvy body tight against his strong frame, her red hair falling in a curtain around their faces. Loki reciprocated the kiss, enjoying the woman's mouth as he reached behind her to hold her head and her bum.

"Not bad, for an earthling," commented Loki as they eventually separated. "I do dislike the leather, though." The Black Widow's combat outfit began to morph, and in seconds Loki had used his powers to clothe her in a more becoming outfit, better suited for her new station. Even her hair had changed, the colour bleaching from it until her locks were an angelic blonde.

"Ah, much better." Loki pulled her in for another deep kiss, raising a hand to fondle Natasha's perky breast.

Soon Thor and Iron Man brought him Captain America to join the cause. When Bruce Banner arrived on a motorcycle, even he was converted, as Loki used his illusions to slip behind the dangerous man and convert his mind, before he could turn into an unstoppable beast.

"Sir, we got a bogey incoming." Tony Stark's voice sounded in Loki's ear as he rode with Banner back to the tower, the city now completely overrun with Chitauri.

"Handle it," growled Loki.

"Yeah, you see, it's the nuclear kind," Stark replied. "We're going to need something more powerful if we want to deal with it."

Loki's mind whirred as he stepped onto the roof of Stark tower. He had not come this far for the humans to lay waste to his new kingdom. "Dr Selvig, redirect the Tesseract's beam. We have enough of the Chitauri through for the invasion to continue."

"It can only be stopped with the sceptre!" yelled the physicist. "And even then, the projector isn't oriented correctly for the missile!"

Loki quickly followed Selvig's instructions to deactivate the energy shield, and withdrew the Tesseract, closing the portal to his army. He held the cube in his hand, grimacing as he contemplated what he must do. With a small blast from the sceptre, the Tesseract shattered like glass, leaving a small blue gem lying on the ground. Thor and Iron Man landed nearby, ready to assist their commander however necessary.

"The Space Stone," murmured Loki, tossing it in his hand. Then suddenly he jammed it into the metal of the sceptre. Electric-blue veins ran down the staff, up his arm, and through his body, and Loki clenched his jaw as he felt the great power of the Infinity Stone become his to command. To his relief, he survived unscathed, and turned his attention to the distant nuclear missile. With a mere thought, he opened a portal, sending the bomb to explode harmlessly in deep space.

"See?" he panted, looking around at his thralls. "Nothing to worry about. Now, where was I? Ah yes."

Teleporting downstairs, Loki smiled as Natasha Romanoff, clad only in revealing lingerie, sauntered up to him.

"Congratulations, boss," purred the sexy woman, draping herself on him to kiss and mouth his cheek and neck. "Are celebrations in order?"

"I believe they are."