Briefing

"How's the new uniform?" Natasha asked as Wanda boarded the jet.

"It's, erm, a little tight, to be honest with you." Wanda replied, adjusting the shoulder straps of her corset and feeling her breasts rise up and threaten to spill out.

"It has to be tight, to fit you precisely and give you a full range of movement. And not get caught on anything, like your dress did." Natasha said, resting her hands against her black catsuit, "You'll be grateful for its sleekness when we're on the mission."

Wanda's eyes wandered over Natasha's suit, as she considered its tightness. It was a badly-hidden secret that the spy had been comfort-eating since Bruce Banner disappeared over Sokovia, and that was starting to show. Natasha had sometimes worn the zip of her suit undone to her chest either for coolness or to seduce or distract an enemy, but looking at her now it seemed more like she had it undone to there because she could not get it any further. The zip, and the seams of the suit, seemed to be straining in a way they had not been before.

The ramp of the jet closed as the engines got louder and Wanda felt the floor shift beneath her.

"Course set for Colorado." the young female pilot reported from the cockpit.

"We're not waiting for the others?" Wanda asked, looking around the plane.

"Not this time." Natasha took a seat. Her suit resisted, letting out a rough squeaking noise. She blushed, but kept talking to cover it. "It's just you and me this time, but I think we can handle it."

"And what is it?"

Natasha pressed a button on a panel next to her and a hologram lit up, displaying a red-haired woman dressed in a purple outfit.

"Mary MacPherran, one of Hydra's early enhanced experiments, now freelance. She has immense strength, and goes by the name of Titania."

Wanda took a seat opposite Natasha, a similar rough squeaking blared from her own overly-tight leather pants.

"Queen of the fairies?" Wanda asked, fighting a blush.

"I doubt she gets the reference."

"You realise neither of us has immense strength?"

"But one of us," Natasha raised her eyebrows at Wanda, "does have an immense amount of power that could use a work-out."