Update from HQ

“……” Static hummed in Natasha’s ear. She groaned and rolled onto her back, placing her arms at her sides. She savored the tiny pinch of the cold metal against her legs, buttocks, and back. Sweat still clung to her slippery, tense body. She gulped down air in haggard breaths, her mouth hung wide open. Her pert breasts, slick with sweat, rose and fell heavily. Her nipples sat stiff and erect atop them. She left one knee raised.

“’asha…Bl’k…’dow!”

Natasha groaned and lifted a weary hand. She wiped her soaked forehead and cupped her ear.

She started, “Black…”

She sucked in a deep breath through her mouth.

“Widow,” she said as she exhaled.

“…’assive energy failure detected!” Natasha could hardly hear the voice through the static.

“En’ire embass’ on lockd’n….Sok’vian military personal en route …. ’ort…ab’rt…ABORT!”

Natasha pulled out her earpiece and flicked it away. It bounced down the shaft. She slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head forward, tucking her chin into her chest. She started her gaze at her raised knee and let it slip down to the rest of her completely bare body. Her hands came to her uncovered, toned abdomen and rested. Her head fell back onto the metal paneling with a cold thud.

“Roger,” she said, beleaguered.

The naked Russian beauty sighed through her thick, pouted lips and assessed the situation.

She now lay deep within a restricted, heavily guarded foreign embassy. Her position had been compromised and security forces were on their way to do a sweep of the entire building, no doubt including a flush of the ventilation system. If caught she would face imprisonment and interrogation in a Sokovian prison. **** would be merciful. On top of all that, she had no weaponry or armor to fight her way out. If she was to evade and escape the oncoming enemy, she would be slinking out into the night in nothing but her skin.

Of course, there was the alternative. There’s always an alternative. Granted, she had just sustained a massive shock injury, but she still had most of her faculties about her. She had not a stitch of clothing for protection, but she still had training, experience, and cunning. She’d never failed to bring in a target before. To quit now, to run away like some frightened child, would be an embarrassment. An embarrassment compounded by the fact that she would be doing it bare ass naked. There had to be some way to push on. Some way still to locate and secure the target and manage an escape.

Echoes of an automated Sokovian security system filled the ventilation shaft.

A decision had to be made and quick.

Natasha balled a fist and slammed it onto the metal beneath her.

One thing was certain: Stark was dead.