What's next?

Tony has some more ideas

"Okay. Tony." Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow, crossed her arms across her body and glared at the hovering hologram. "This has gone far enough. Just give us the codes, and we'll be on our way."

"Show us the goods, sweetheart."

"Tony! I'm not showing you anything. Come on, how long have I known you? You've had your fun with Nebula and Carol, but surely you don't intend to make us all sit through this little farce."

"Nat. Dear, sweet Nat. As you know, I consider you a friend."

"Right."

"Which is why I couldn't resist the urge to take all your clothes off. Don't you have any friends you want keep permanently nude?"

"No!"

"Just think of it as a practical joke."

"I'm naked, Tony! It isn't funny!"

'Of course it is," said the hologram, projecting instructions into their. "And it'll be even funnier where you do all this. Come on, Nat. I promise I won't leak the video to every major news channel. Definitely."

"I won't do it. I refuse."

"So you're going to stay naked forever? That's also pretty funny."

"I'll hack into your database and get the information that way."

"Good luck with that. I'm Tony Stark, remember? Greatest genius in the world."

Nat closed her eyes tight and exhaled. Reluctantly, she let her arms fall to her sides.

"Hi, everyone," she said. "I'm Natasha Romanoff, and I'm a naughty little Soviet slut. Tony Stark is my hero and I want him to spank my bare bottom Russian red. My beautiful naked body is Tony's last gift to the world." She began to do jumping jacks, tits bouncing and cheeks flaming red. "Everybody look at me! I love being naked for Tony Stark!"