《Child of Hydra || Reader Insert》Lucky day
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It's been two months since people started reappearing again, and things haven't been going well. Since Hydra is coming back, all their clients are in desperate need of weapons and security, of which Hydra is coming back better than ever. Because of this, most of your clients have been canceling our deals, and going back to Hydra. You've been trying to keep as many as possible, but to little avail. Things aren't good. Not only that, but Hydra facilities are being attacked by the Avengers, and eventually they'll come for you!
You look outside, and see a black Lamborghini park outside your house, then drive away again. Strange. You turn to the tv, and switch to the news. It appears that the Avengers' facility was destroyed. Who or what could've caused so much damage!? Maybe someone was trying to destroy the Avengers once and for all, similar to Loki, or the robots that destroyed Sokovia.
"Sir," one of your security guards say, as another two approach you, "We believe there may be an intruder. I recommend you head to the volt immediately." "Ok captain. Don't kill them, I want to know who broke in," you reply. "Yes sir."
You walk to a bookshelf, push it to the side, and walk into a room surrounded in metal meant to withstand most missles. You put the bookshelf back and start glancing through your camera system, while the other two security guards remain waiting for the intruder. Weirdly enough, all the outside cameras and first floor cameras are disabled. You momentarily notice a black figure in the stairway camera, just before the camera goes off. "It seems to be one guy dressed in black," you tell the two security guards quietly, so that the intruder may not hear.
One by one the cameras go down, closer and closer to the volt. Eventually all the cameras are down. You hear your last guard get attack, possibly from hands-on attacks. "Where is your employer?" You vaguely hear a seemingly female voice ask. "There! Behind that bookshelf!" There's a loud thud then silence. The intruder must've knocked him out. You walk to the back of the room, waiting for something to happen, fearful and nervous.
Moments later, and the bookshelf is pulled to the side, no intruder in sight. The two guards slowly walk out guns in hand. Suddenly someone grabs one, and kicks the other. Throws their weapons aside, and tazzes both of them. You grab a smoke grenade, and throw it. It goes off just as the intruder pulse out two pistols. You grab the first melee weapon you see, and start running through the smoke swinging. You hit something, hear electricity, a female groaning in pain, and something fall to the floor. You walk out of the smoke, and there lies the intruder, the one and only Black Widow.
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"What did you do to me?" She yells as she lays on the ground, unable to move anything but her head. You flip a switch, and vents start sucking out the smoke. "Oh my God.. the Black Widow herself." Rage in her face, she demands, "Tell me, how did you do this!?" You drag Black Widow to the office chair in the volt, and prop her onto it. You answer, "I have stolen tech from Hydra." You begin to search through a wall rack of weapons. You pull out an odd looking pistol
You load a cylinder of glowing red liquid. You look towards Black Widow, and see a hint of fear in her eyes. "You going to kill me?" she asked. You chuckle, and reply, "Not yet."
You ask her, "How loyal are you to S.H.E.I.L.D. and the Avengers?" She answers, "You think you'll get answers out of me? Hydra scum." You reply, "I'm not looking for answers..." You lean into her ear and whisper, "I'm looking for obedience." "What!?" Natasha is clearly nervous.
A needle sticks out of the pistol. You insert it into her spin, and her your grunt in pain. A third of the red liquid goes into her spine. You can see the liquid flow through her nerves, vains, and brain as it slowly loses its glow. "What did you do?" Black Widow asks, angry and nervous. You answer, "Trying something new; making you my slave." Her fingers twitch, and start to gain movement. She hunches over, moving her arms and hands. "I'm free.." she says. You step back.
She looks up at you and says, "You're dead." She quickly stands, and pulls out her pistols. "Don't shoot," you say. "Too late for that," Black Widow says, as she tries to pull the trigger, but her fingers just can't. "I can't shoot!" she yells. "Lower your guns." She puts her guns in her holsters. "Fine. I'll just choke you!" She threatens. "Remain still, but you can talk," you say before she does anything. She stands there, unable to move anything but her eyes and mouth.
You step closely to her. "Such beauty," you say as you caress her face. "You sick bastard," she says in rage. As you slowly walk around her, you drag your fingers along her thin waist. You walk to her back, and look at her ass. "So large for such a thing torso," say as you grab one of her ass cheeks. You hear a fant moan from Black Widow. You continue to walk around her, examining her sexy body. You go back to the front and say, "You are the sexiest spy I've ever seen," as you look at her cleavage, then back to her face. "Fuck you," she says clenching her teeth.
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You grab the office chair behind her, and bring it four feet in front of her. "I don't think I like your attitude Widow. From now on, you will treat me with the upmost respect," you say. Black Widow replies, "Yes sir. However, I don't like being a.. s-slave." "Oh I think you will grow to like it. Now what's your real name, age, and family?" She is clearly is angry, but is unable to truly express that hatred. She answers, "My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova, but I go by Natasha Romanoff. I am 26 years old. I don't know my real family." "Neither did I," you reply.
You say, "Tell why you are here in my house, while striping out of that ridiculous suit." Natasha says, while removing her gloves and boots, "We were searching for Thanos to find the Infinity Stones, so we could bring everyone back. We found him, but we couldn't beat him." She begins removing her belt and holsters. "After five years, we upgraded our tech and found Carol Danvers, Wong, Scott Lang, and others. We teamed up, took the Infinity Stones, and came back to earth." She begins getting out of her leggings. "Bruce brought back everyone, but Thanos came to take back the Stones. Using the Stones, we killed Thanos and his armies. We returned the Stones to where they belong, and started hunting any remaining Hydra facilities." She begins unzipping her suit. "Me, Clint, and many others attacked ex-Hydra agents, sense they were vulnerable, while the others attacked the facilities."
You say, "Call whoever is in charge, and tell them you found me, but will require distance in order to get info out of me." Natasha presses on her comm link in her ear, and says, "Fury? I am found (your first and last name), but I have to disable communications, since he's on the run and is listening." After a few moments, she says, "Copy. Over and out." "Destroy the comm," you demand. Natasha grabs the comm, drops it, and shoots it, dropping the pistol after.
"Why are you doing this?" Natasha asked, more fearful than ever. You answer, "You have high S.H.E.I.L.D. clearance, are an Avenger, a spy, a killer, and the sexiest of all those categories. Plus since you killed all my crew, I need a replacement." She replies, after taking a moment to think, "I'm sorry. Just let me put my clothes back on and leave. I will tell them you died, you'll be off the grid." "Why would I accept when I could have a slave?"
Before Natasha could answer, you demand, "You will refer to me as Master. You will follow my every command with the desire to please me, and nothing more. You will not wish to fight it anymore. From now on all you want is be my sexy slave." "N-NO!!" Natasha yells. She's shaking, since she is so desperately trying to fight the desire. She gets on all fours, lowers her head, and says, "You are my master. I am your loyal slave. I will follow your every command, and pursue all your desires." "Good."
"Stand up." Natasha, no longer the angry S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, stands up. "Show me your body." Natasha starts striking sexy poses, showing her curvy, glorious, sexy body. "Do you like this master?" She asks. You reply, "Yes. But be more seductive." Natasha bites her lip while removing her bra. She gets closer, and starts performing a lap dance. "You love this, don't you?" She asks, you answer, "Yup." "I just can't resist you master!" She stands, removes her underwear, and lifts you to your feet. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, and starts kissing your neck. You grab her soft and plump ass, causing her to moan. She wraps her legs around your waist, and she is so much lighter than you expected her to be. You pick her up by her huge ass, while she kisses your neck you stare at her and her boobs. She is your slave now. "You can do whatever you want with me master."
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