Chapter 2: Secrets of the Suit
Nicholae Androvich took out an inhaler, and breathed in as he crossed the busy metropolitan streets. As he made it to the corner, a beautiful, young brunette bumped into him, causing the bodies to collide and Nicholae to lose his glasses.
"Sorry!" Nicholae said in heavily-accented English, bending down to pick up his glasses, but wanting to be quick about it and move on as soon as possible. He was already late.
"Hey, mister, are you okay? Sorry I ran into you, I didn't see you coming!" the girl said.
"Yes, if you please, no hurt am I!" Nicholae said as he put his glasses back on.
"Actually, I'm wondering if you can help me-"
"I very sorry. No speak the English good."
"Oh, are you from another country?" the girl inquired. "Far out!"
"No, cannot talk. Please, is fine. No to thank you."
It was then Nicholae noticed a tiny syringe in the palm of the girl's hand. In that moment, he ran as fast as he could down the street.
"HE'S ONTO US!" Maria screamed into her watch as she chased after him.
"Be there in a sec!" was the response on the other line from Natasha.
People gawked or quickly got out of the way of Nicholae and Maria running down the street, until Maria finally had gained enough on him to tackle him to the ground.
"Mr. Androvich, my name is Agent Maria Hill of SHIELD, and you are under arrest-"
Maria heard a gun cock next to her head.
"I'm afraid it is you, Agent Hill, who are under arrest-"
Quickly, Maria screamed "THEY HAVE BACKUP!" into her watch, before she was knocked out by a blow to the head.
***
Natasha was speeding towards Maria's location.
"How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself. It was obvious now that Androvich wasn't going to an embassy, he was meeting someone somewhere more discreet.
Natasha narrowed in on Maria's location as she saw what appeared to be 4 Chinese nationals and Androvich carrying her friend's unconscious body towards an empty alley between two buildings.
Noticing Natasha, the men dropped Natasha, pulled out guns, and started shooting at the windshield. All SHIELD vehicles had bulletproof glass, so Natasha slammed on the brakes as she pulled out waited for the men to reload before making her move.
When she noticed a lull in the firing, she kicked open the driver's side door and rolled out of the car. She sat up, aimed her wrists at the men, and fired electric shocks that hit two of them, causing them to roll on the ground in electric spasms. The other two men and Androvich ran down the alley.
Before going after them, Natasha leaned over next to Maria's body, monitoring her heartbeat by placing her fingers to Maria's neck. She was still alive, thank God, but would wake up with a pretty nasty bump on her head.
Natasha followed the men into the alley. She could not see them. She looked around, and that's when one of them landed on her back, causing her to fall down. She struggled with the man as a knife creeped closer and closer to her face. Natasha punched him hard with her free hand, and as he covered himself in pain, she kicked him in the stomach.
Right as she was doing that, the last man jumped silently behind her, with knife in hand. He creeped toward Natasha, waiting for the moment to plunge the knife into her back…
He did so, but his effort was repealed by some sort of elastic intensity, like the suit was impenetrable. His noise of shock alerted Natasha, who grabbed him from behind her and flung him against the wall.
She noticed Androvich cowering behind a dumpster.
"All right. Show's over. You're coming with me."
Nicholae pointed at her, screaming something foreign she couldn't understand.
"Excuse me?" she asked him.
"You… you… wear… sim… sim…"
"Are you referring to what I'm wearing?" she asked, thinking he might be gawking at her revealing ensemble, which would really piss her off.
"It is it… it is survive… it on you!"
***
Natasha looked down at the suit. She couldn't tell what he was talking about.
Natasha sat by herself on a bench near the garage when Fury came over, clearly somewhat startled by Maria's injury on the job.
"Natasha, hi, it's- nice suit, by the way. Upgrade?"
Natasha nodded.
"It looks good. Anyways, Maria's come to. She'll be fine. Meanwhile, your four friends? You were right. Chinese nationals. We thought that maybe they'd be interested in symbiotic technology, but we never thought they would go this far. We have Androvich in captivity, but he's babbling on in Latverian and it'll be a couple hours til we're able to get a translator."
"So I'm free for a couple of hours?"
"More or less. You wanna decompress?"
Natasha smiled. "You know me too well, boss."
***
Natasha didn't feel like removing her suit for what Fury called her "decompression." The suit felt so good that she felt like it wouldn't cause any problems to exercise in it.
Natasha had the gym all to herself. She made her way to the balance beam, where she practiced calm breathing and meditation while doing an assortment of breathing and balancing techniques she had learned.
She then flipped off the balance beam onto the padded floor. But when she landed on her feet, Natasha noticed something.
"That flip… I must've flipped 3 or 4 times… That's absurd." She mumbled to herself.
Her next exercise was one that involved stretching her legs. She laid down on the floor, her suit tightening to accommodate her exercising. In particular, it tightened around her crouch, but Natasha paid no mind, choosing to focus on her breathing exercise, until…
"Uhhhh…"
Natasha let out an unconscious squeal of delight. She had most definitely felt something down in her most sensitive area.
"Oooooh…"
Whatever it was, it was not stopping. It felt like the suit was actually rubbing her clit, covering it in a warm, sensual, slightly wet touch.
Natasha wanted to fight it, but the feeling felt so good that she couldn't get up. She laid on the floor, grateful that no one was here to see her like this, at her most vulnerable, the recipient of some kind of strange, sexual disease.
"Ahhh… ahh…. ahhh… yes… yes… AHHHHH!" Natasha climaxed as her orgasmic screams echoed around the empty gymnasium.
As soon as she had composed herself, she looked down to see the source of what had occurred. Her suit look unchanged. There was no obvious culprit.
Embarrassed and wanting to investigate further, Natasha ran back into the locker room, hoping to take it off. She had enough weirdness for one day.