Unknown, but Natasha has more important things to do now

Shortly after the phone call, Natasha entered the Avenger meeting room. The entire team had gathered and only Clint's seat was empty. In his honor, his bow lay in the seat that had belonged to the founding member.

"There you are finally Natasha. We were about to start without you." Said Tony looking unusually serious. At his side sat Steve and to his right stood Cpt Marvel with his arms folded. Dr. Banner leaned against the doorway and nodded at her, concerned. On video was Black Panther who nodded wordlessly when he saw Natasha.

"Save your stupid comments Tony. You better tell me what's going on!" she said angrily, ramming her fists on the table.

"Take it easy Natasha. We're not your enemies!" said Tony soothingly and diplomatically. "We don't have any new leads yet. So far we know nothing about the attacker who killed Clint."

"Then why are we sitting here? We should be out their and..."

"What, Natasha...what should we do?" asked Bruce calmly from behind. "Just beat up everyone we find? The big guy would be in on it, but you know damn well that wouldn't get us any closer."

"Then fuck off and get the big guy. I guess I don't need your help in that case! At least he can beat the shit out of them!" she said irritably until Tony stood up.

"Enough Nat!" he said sternly and at least managed to get Natasha to stare at him calmly but angrily.

"We all miss him and every one of us here wants those bastards! And when we have them, we'll leave them alone in a room with the big one for 10 minutes, but if we just go at it and fight everything and everyone we find, it won't help anyone. We need a target before we can strike! We must not be blinded by our hatred. You know he would do the same."

"He? He'd be out there slaughtering every single AIM or HYDRA agent he could track down if it got one of us and you know it! What are we doing here anyway? We talk and talk and talk. It's been 4 days! We have NOTHING!" she yelled angrily but realized he was right. "So where are we today?"

"I've checked out all the contacts. Neither SHIELD nor SWORD know anything... groups like AIM and HYDRA are keeping a low profile. They know we're angry." Said Carol calmly. "Apparently they think we're going to leave them alone. To me, that suggests they want to show us they had nothing to do with it."

"So, do we believe them?" asked Black Panther from the monitor.

"Killing us in a fight is one thing, but this...this was a declaration of war. This wasn't just one of our usual fights. I mean, they didn't just beat him in a fight. They humiliated him...dishonored him." Said Tony, slamming his fist on the table. "Everyone should know that we would react to this with all the **** we could muster."

"This doesn't suit them. I'm afraid we're dealing with a loner or a new player. That means we don't know much so far Natasha." said Steve finally.

"Then you guys keep talking about this and I ... I'll take over a little interrogation."

"Interrogation?" asked Bruce quietly.

"Dr. Doom!" she said icily, and for the first time all the Avengers present were speechless.

"Did you just say Dr. Doom?" asked T'Challa first.

"You want to go to Latveria? That's.... A sow stupid idea. That's a neutral state. We don't have any..." said Steve, but was interrupted by Tony raising his hand.

"That might not be a bad idea. Doom will certainly have inside knowledge of both groups that exceeds our knowledge. Besides, Natasha is best suited to handle this."

"Do you think that's a good idea to bring Doom into this?" asked Coral.

"If there's one thing we know about Doom, it's that he has a certain Codex. He would kill any of us here without batting an eye, but he would do it his way. This... is not his handwriting. If he had wanted to issue a warning to us, it would have been much clearer. He didn't do this to Clint!"

"Besides, Dr. Doom is not going to engage in an unnecessary fight with us if it's not in his best interest. He's more focused on Reed and therefore Natasha...at least TRY not to piss him off too much, all right? The more we have to deal with an angry and offended Doom the less time we have to catch Clint's killer!"

"So, I have your permission, Tony?" she asked, surprised and a little confused.

"Like you'd wait for that. Pff... you don't usually listen to what I say."

"That's because you mostly talk trash!" the redheaded agent countered, but had to smile for the first time. "You're just sending me off so I don't get in the way of your search, right?"

"Correct!" grinned Tony broadly. "Is it working?"

"For now!" she said, and left the room.

Natasha went straight to her room and hurriedly changed. She would be dealing with Dr. Doom, after all, so an especially thorough outfit was essential. He was not one of the most dangerous men on this planet for nothing and had the military of an entire state behind him. Even though she hated to admit it, Tony was right this time. She would not be allowed to start a fight with him, because that would not bring her one step closer to Clint's killer.

After getting dressed, putting all the important things in a bag, she went through everything again. In the bag she had pistols, batons, spare ammunition for the stingers and all kinds of funny things Tony had made for her. Normally that would be enough to take apart an AIM base or two, but they were rarely as well guarded as Castle Doom.

Satisfied with her equipment, she boarded the Quinnjet and took off. The travel time would be about 3 hours, giving her enough time to prepare. Thanks to the stealth mode, it was at least theoretically possible to approach the castle unnoticed, but you could never be too sure about Doom. A man with his skills would surely be able to cope with the camouflage, if he wanted to. Since the jet would be on autopilot much of the way, she had more than enough time to prepare.

She went to the back of the jet, where meetings or the team usually waited, and enjoyed the silence. Even though she enjoyed her time with the Avengers she was still more of a loner. She often felt uncomfortable around the others or bothered by their stupid jokes, but now that Clint was dead, she wondered if she would ever get over it. She already missed his silly sayings terribly.

Pushing the sad thoughts aside, she went to her bag and decided to check everything again. Then she unzipped her suit and took it off. It was one of her best, an absolute custom-made one from special materials that offered her an unusually high protection, but for this mission it was simply not good enough. Carefully, she reached into her backpack and pulled out her latest marvel, which she had only had for a few hours. She took off her bra and panties as well and put everything together in the bag. Standing completely naked in a Quinnjet she suddenly had to grin. She had never had anything like that before. As a precaution, she had nevertheless deactivated all cameras on the plane. The last thing she wanted was trouble with Pepper because Tony was looking at naked pictures of her.

Slowly she put on her brand-new lingerie, bought especially for this job. A latex thong, nicely done in a shiny black. Just big enough to cover her clean-shaven pussy. In addition, there was a black latex corsage which she laced so that her tits were particularly well displayed. Satisfied, she nodded in the mirror as she looked at herself. A skin-tight, tiny thong and a corsage were just right for this mission. Now all that was missing was some camouflage makeup to go undetected. Most people always thought that Natasha didn't need such tricks, but in reality, she usually wore a balaclava when she was on covert infiltration. Bright red hair was more of a hindrance.

Smirking at this thought, she pulled out a bright red lipstick and began to skillfully color her lips.

"Heavens. What do they actually think on the forums? That I'm always walking around like a supermodel?" she asked herself, amused, looking at her now wine-red, glowing lips. "I'm a super spy...not a super model! Don't they have any idea how elaborate a good disguise is?" she wondered as she applied eyeliner and looked at it all over again in the mirror. "Perfect! The camouflage should fit!" she said to herself as she applied the rest of the makeup. Everything had to be perfect for this mission.

Finally, she finished and spread out her new suit. It was, as always, a custom-made one that had been made only hours after Clint's ****. It was a more than skin-tight latex catsuit. It fit like a second skin and had a single zipper that went from her neck to her butt. The fact that she had difficulty putting it on because it was so tight could only mean that it would be perfect for the mission. Absolute mobility was now what she needed most urgently. In addition, then still knee-high latex boots with very high heels.

When she was finally prepared, she looked at herself again in the mirror and was dissatisfied.

She looked at an agent in action, ready for battle, and yet something was missing. She went through everything again in her mind.

Skin tight latex suit... Check

High heels latex with high stilettos... Check

Combat camouflage on the face... a quick glance at the red lips, smokey eyes and long eyelashes... Check

A wasp waist thanks to the corsage under the suit... check....

Pushed up, full tits... check.

And then it dropped like scales from her eyes. She had forgotten to undo the zipper. Shaking her head that she had forgotten such a thing, she pulled the zipper down from her neck. A little over her tits, so that not only her plump breasts were visible, but also the beginnings of the latex underwear. That was the way to do it! After all, it was possible that she would have to perform sweaty physical activities and there it was important to give the body cooling.

Satisfied, she put her equipment on her belt. A pair of handcuffs, a gag for the mouth and finally 2 dildos XXL attached to deep draw holsters.

When she was satisfied, she nodded and took a seat on the pilot chair.

"So, Victor van Doom! We need to talk!" she grinned and took control of the plane.