To Sakaar

Natasha awoke in a slightly reclined chair, her wrists and ankles were bound by metal bracelets. The cold metal of the chair reminding her of her nudity. Natasha looked down and saw that her legs were also spread apart. Great, she thought, now everyone’s going to get an eyeful. The chair felt as though it were moving on rails, like an amusement park ride as Natasha was met by a dazzling yet terrifying light show. A calm voice played over the light show, detailing the history of Sakaar of it’s leader, the enigmatic Grandmaster. The names seemed familiar to her, she remembered that Banner had been stuck on this planet after Sokovia, and that Thor had also ended up here briefly. Great, she thought, if she had ended up somewhere which was able to hold both Thor and the Hulk captive then what hope did she have?

Before she could lament on her situation the lights began to turn a fiery red, the music became ominous, the chair began to move faster, and the voice informed her that she was about to meet the grandmaster. As the intensity of the lights And sound increased, Natasha screamed in terror. Suddenly, Natasha found that she was screaming in a quiet and crowded throne room. She quickly quietened down, feeling like a fool, before looking upon the trio before her.

Directly in front of her sat an older man, with grey hair and a shimmering gold outfit, beside him stood the Smirking woman who had brought her here And another, more annoyed looking woman, who wore heavy green armour. The older man, who Natasha could only assume was the Grandmaster, gazed upon her naked form with great interest. “Where did you find it?” He asked. “In your brother’s collection on Knowhere” replied the woman, “She managed to fight her way out of there.” “Impressive, for a terran.” The other woman did not look impressed however. “Are you seriously suggesting we put a Terran in the gladiatorial battles?” “No” replied the other woman, “Even with skill a Terran couldn’t possibly fight against our greatest champions. I have a better idea.”

The Grandmaster leaned in to hear more. “I suggest that we start a new kind of entertainment. A more rehearsed fight if you will, which involves one of the participants losing they’re clothes and being humiliated. We could use her as a trial run to see if we would have the audience in order to branch out into comedy.” The Grandmaster eagerly clapped with delight while Natasha began to squirm. “But who will we get to fight against it?” He inquired. “Well I’m more than happy to fill in for her” replied the woman, “And if it’s okay with you I can keep her at my place, afterall we can’t put her with the other gladiators.” “Fair point, best you take her with you. But I want a rehearsed routine by the end of the week.” The woman then activated something on her wrist device and Nastasha’s chair began to follow, with Natasha indignantly squirming and cringing in tow.