Rethink your objectives.

You actually found yourself in a bit of shock as Natasha Romanov – *the* Black Widow – turned back to her shower as if nothing in particular was wrong. Honestly, despite your powers and their effects on people, you’d expected there to be a bit more fight in one of the Avengers. You’d originally planned to come here, make your way into the lives of a few key members, have a little fun, then get out before anyone could figure out what was going on. Wiping their memories, of course.

Even getting into the house had been surprising in a way. You’d never gotten a chance to test your power out on an AI like that before. If it worked on an AI, though, and the Avengers themselves weren’t even putting up a visible resistance to your suggestions…

You were going to have to rethink leaving this place.

“Something on my chest?” Natasha asked you, breaking your train of thought.

You realized that you’d continued staring as you wandered off down this new path of thought. Even though she was comfortable with you showering next to her and checking her out, apparently it was still odd for you to blatantly stare. She didn’t seem offended, but was actually checking her breasts, brushing them as if she thought the water running down had left something that drew your eye.

“Just thinking, sorry. *You don’t really mind anyway*, do you? You seem to *like when I check you out.*”

“No, I don’t mind, I appreciate the ego boost, just wanted to make sure I hadn’t missed a spot. When I come back from the field I have to spend hours sometimes, you never know where grass, mud, or even sand might have built up if you spend all day crawling through hostile territory.”

“I’ll help you out next time. Hell, *as the newest member of the Avengers* I should probably do everything I can to help you guys out. It’s not like you aren’t returning the favor. *Just come get me anytime you shower and I’ll wash you down*.”

“Thanks,” Natasha said as she leaned her head back and groaned a sigh of oddly great relief. “You have no idea how much time that’d save me. I should’ve asked someone a long time ago, really. Plenty of people already try to get their hands all over the Black Widow; at least this way I’m the one getting something out of it.”

That settled it. You probed her thought processes briefly, and found her mind altered significantly. Even though she had no real memories, you could find a hazy, blurred thought of seeing you walking through the main doors to Avengers Tower “for the first time” somewhere in there. It seemed she’d fabricated a false memory perfectly in line with your directions, and nowhere in there could you find a single hint that maybe there was something wrong. Already she was thinking about Budapest and how much nicer it would’ve been to have someone to scrub her legs, her back… even her most intimate of places. None of it was sexual, yet, but that was a stone’s throw and a few words away. If the Black Widow herself couldn’t detect the deception, you were staying here for a long time.

You felt around the tower, and spread one single thought – something realistic, something that you could do en masse without risking overlooking anything that might give you away. There weren’t many people around, so you could do a pretty complex thought without risking tangling your targets’ thoughts. With the exception of Natasha, who was already such a willing subject, one single thought spread through the entire tower. And that thought was…