The Black Widow Investigates The Pork Processing Plant

Surveillance was a key part of spycraft. While the Invisible Woman could go invisible whenever she wished, Natasha Romanoff already knew where the blonde heroine was coming from and where she was going. It was child's play to keep a watch on comings and goings from both buildings. So she knew exactly when a door opened at the back of the Baxter Building. Saw too, when twenty-two minutes later a door opened at the pork processing plant. Thermal cameras clearly showed Sue Storm's entrance...and, ninety-six minutes later, her exit the same way.

Natasha gave it another eighteen minutes. Just to make sure no one else was coming or going. Then she moved.

The spy was dressed in her familiar black skin-tight suit. Conspicuous, perhaps, in the daylight—but the Black Widow wasn't going in the front entrance. She seemed to glide from the roof of a neighboring building on the almost-invisible line she had strung across in the morning. Fell lightly onto the roof and crab-walked to the roof ventilation access. She was only slightly surprised to find the security sensors there...but she had devices to deal with such matters, and did.

In minutes, she was inside, climbing through the ducts. She had memorized the old blueprints of the building, but she soon saw that things were much altered...

"There is an intruder," Doom broke in on Porkum's post-coital reverie. The perverse pig-man was on his sex-stained bed, smoking a cigar and sniffing his fingers. They still smelled like invisible cunny. He glanced over at the display on the wall. A moment before, it had shown porn. Now it showed a fish-eye angle of a beautiful redhead in skin-tight outfit clambering purposefully through the vents.

Porkum's snout twitched. She had those high Slavic cheekbones, the dark eyes and full lips he associated with the women along the Black Sea. His great pink tongue licked his lips.

"I'll take care of it," the pig-man said.

Doom's metal mask was impassive. "It is Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. While she lacks superpowers, she is extremely skilled and dangerous."

The dark eyes narrowed beneath Porkum's heavy brow.

"She's a woman, isn't she?" Porkum said. "That's all I need."

Natasha noticed the smell as she dropped into the lower level. A sort of low-level testosterone funk that she associated with young men, and an animal musk like a horse stable or pig's sty. She took a deep, experimental breath, conscious of any hint of gas. But no, just that ultramasculine reek. Once, in Wakanda, she had seen an elephant in musk, the oily black fluid running off the grey hide, the beast madly aroused and in need of a cow.

The Black Widow's tongue touched her lips. The thought stirred a heat inside of her. Or maybe it was just the temperature rising in these ducts. She could already feel the sweat beneath her suit. The occasional glance through an open vent showed her progress as she mentally mapped the building. So far, nothing unusual. Yet there were lights on in some parts of the building, other parts dark. It allowed Natasha to trace the Invisible Woman's path...because even while unseen, Sue needed light to see. Sue Storm had come inside, gone downstairs...

The smell was stronger down here. For a moment, the Black Widow considered putting on her air filter. A simple apparatus that would filter out most toxic gasses.

Unseen to Natasha Romanoff, Porkum was pouring a bowl of his collected jizz into the air handler. With the press of a button, the great fans came to life...and in seconds, the whole building would be flooded with the most powerful pheromones on the planet.