Yelena Belova

Cassie looked up, and saw a young blonde woman, dressed in a black catsuit, holding a grappling gun. Cassie was enough of a fan of the Avengers to know she was dressed as Black Widow, and also enough of a fan to know Natasha Ramanoff was a redhead, and deceased. This unknown woman also had a pronounced Russian accent as she continued,

"I've been following you since you blew up and started stomping over town naked as jaybird. I couldn't get your attention until I got way up here." The Widow gestured casually to her grappling gun, "So who or what are you? Some sort of sexy kaiju?"

"I'm just a girl!" Cassie exclaimed, "My suit malfunctioned..."

"And disappeared?"

"Basically, yeah!"

"And now you're living every teen girl's biggest nightmare."

"And then some." Cassie realised she was still pressed against the building. With an effort, trying not to smash her way through the glass, she pushed back upright, her enormous feet stepping on thankfully unoccupied tables of a street cafe below, and crushing them.

Her movement also shook the building she had been leaning on with the **** of a small earthquake, causing the people who had been gathered around the windows admiring her to be shaken and thrown about, but as the Widow had been on the edge of the roof she stumbled over, falling off. The Russian girl cried out in surprise as she found herself falling to the ground far below, Cassie forgot about covering her own body and tried to grab the small woman, but missed as she fell past her hands. Fortunately for the Widow she still had her grappling gun, she raised it high and fired a line.

"Ow Ow Oh my god!" Cassie yelped as the grappling claw shot out and fastened tightly around her right nipple. "What the heck?!"

"Sorry!" The Russian said as her descent was slowed, but she smiled as she said it. Cassie went down on one knee as her breast was pulled down by the woman's line, and just before the Widow touched down on the pavement, Cassie was able to scoop her up in her hand again.

"What are you doing?"

"That hurt!" Cassie replied in a booming voice. She took hold of the Russian in both hands and pulled, stripping the black catsuit off like unwrapping a sweet. Then she placed the woman, dressed in a brief red thong and nothing else, down on the busy pavement.

"My suit!" The Widow cried, face going as red as her underwear, "You stole my suit! You can't leave me here like this!" She turned in circles, seeing that she was the newest attraction for the gathered crowds.

She looked back up at Cassie, who poked her tongue out in reply, as she pulled the grappling hook off her nipple.