In the clutches of the Enemy

Life slowly came back to Natasha. At first all she felt was bitter cold. Voices then began to register in her ears. Amused, Sokovian voices. Her heavy eyelids slid open. She was looking down at her still naked frame. Her freezing nipples stuck out in points. She was being held upright, her legs dangling. She lifted her head up drunkenly. She was still wreathed in the glow of a spotlight.

“Ms. Romanoff! Welcome to Sokovia!”

Natasha was looking right into the cruel, triumphant eyes of Veronica Lisk. The traitorous double agent stood before her dressed slickly in a tight leather suit, reinforced for the cold. In one gloved hand, she held a tranquilizer gun. The other was planned confidently on her hip. Natasha’s mouth sagged open to form words.

“Now don’t try and over-exert yourself, Ms. Romanoff. Besides, the effects of the sedative won’t wear off completely for a few more hours. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself, would you?”

Veronica handed the gun off to a nearby guard who stepped forward and accepted it. Natasha looked around and saw that she was completely surrounded. Dozens of amused, hungry Sokovian eyes stared unblinkingly at her. She squirmed and found that her arms were held firmly in place. On her left and right, two massive men gripped her arms firmly. She was helpless to shield her naked self. She let her body go limp, hoping the sedative would let her sleep off this nightmare.

“Now, now, Ms. Romanoff. …Ms. Romanoff?”

Natasha’s head sagged, her chin tucked into her chest. She was unwilling to face her captors.

“Tsk, tsk,” Veronica chirped. She took deep strides on long legs. She strutted behind the soldiers holding Black Widow's lifeless, nude form.

“That’s what is always lacking in you SHIELD agents. Proper discipline.”

As Veronica spoke, she tugged at a glove, revealing a pale, nimble hand. She leaned over Natasha’s shoulder and spoke into her ear.

“Fortunately, we Sokovians know how to properly indoctrinate discipline.”

Veronica raised her hand high into the air and brought it vindictively to where the tranquilizer dart pierced Natasha earlier. Her palm met Natasha’s right cheek with a smack. The helpless spy’s curvaceous rump and thigh went tight. Her head lifted. She let out an ashamed groan.

“That’s a good girl.”

Veronica crept back up to face Natasha, stopping inches from her face. Her black, self-assured eyes looked up and down. Her lips curved into a half-grin and she gave a passive shrug.

“My apologies for my unfortunate aim. I meant to place the dart somewhere less sensitive but I never was a great shot.”

Natasha tried with all of her strength to say something, anything. Something to tell this bitch off. But no words came. The sedative held her tongue in place. Veronica could see Natasha’s futile struggle playing out in the desperation of her eyes.

“Please, Ms. Romanoff. It’s time we began your mission debriefing. Save all comments until the end.”

Veronica Lisk turned and walked a few paces away from Natasha. She spoke with her back to Natasha.

“Mission Objective: Eliminate the rogue agent known as Veronica Lisk and recover the stolen dossier containing sensitive information of SHIELD agents stationed around the world.”

Veronica turned and reached for the zipper at the neck of her body suit. She slid the zipper down her chest slowly, leisurely. She stopped at the bulge of her bosom. Reaching inside her suit, she pulled out a hard-drive the size of a playing card. Natasha stared blankly at what had to be the hard-drive containing the data on the shield agents.

“Mission Analysis: En route to target, agent abandoned classified equipment...”

A soldier stepped forward and handed a bundle to Veronica. She unfurled it and held it up for Natasha to realize that it was Stark’s suit! They must have recovered it from the shaft, thought Natasha. But if they found the suit, they must have also found-

Veronica tossed the suit to her side for a soldier to catch. Then she reached deeper into her suit and pulled out a tablet. She watched with satisfaction as Natasha shook her head with disbelief. With that tablet, they now had access to all of the SHIELD network! Veronica placed the tablet back in her suit and continued:

“…fraternized with enemy forces…”

“Yuh-gah!” came a weak voice from the crowd. Natasha looked toward its source and saw that same damned young soldier waving meekly at her. He held a bag of ice to his nose but still smiled affectionately. Natasha let out a disgusted sigh. Veronica’s voice brought her gaze back to the smirking face of the rogue spy.

“…before finally aborting the mission and getting captured in the process.”

Veronica folded her arms.

“Conclusion: Mission Failure, Ms. Romanoff. I supposed there’s a first time for everything and you should commend yourself for failing so spectacularly.”

Natasha finally let her head hang in shame. “Mission Failure”. The cruel Sokovian’s words echoed in her head. Diabolical as she was, she was still absolutely right. Whatever happened after tonight, in one way or the other, she was finished. She was Black Widow no longer. She was just a scared, ****, naked woman.

“Not to worry, Ms. Romanoff. Truth be told, I’m indebted to your ineptitude. Now that I have this tablet, the hard drive is completely unnecessary. And this suit, well, that will put Sokovia’s military ahead of international forces by decades. Not to mention the little show you put on for my comrades and me. After you decided to continue your mission in a more natural state, the lower-enlisted men started a pool on whether or not you were a natural redhead and…Oh, Ms. Romanoff…”

Veronica shook her head. Natasha had drifted back into a sedated sleep. A drip of drool dangled from her lip. Veronica sighed.

“Dobreh noshi, Ms. Romanoff.” She turned.

“Colonel!” she shouted in Sokovian.

A stout soldier appeared and saluted.

“Yagh-tugh!”

“Ms. Romanoff must be cold and exhausted after her long night.”

She continued in Sokovian, “For her trip back to the states, place her some place where she’ll get plenty of sunlight.”

“Yagh-tugh!” the Sokovian colonel repeated with another salute. He turned to direct the soldiers propping up the dozing nudist.

“Oh, and colonel…”

The officer turned back to Veronica.

“As a sign of Sokovian gratitude, please send our adored guest back with this.”

She held out the hard drive between two fingers and flashed a toothed smile.

“Be sure and place it where our absent-minded friend won’t forget it.”

“Yagh-tugh!”