Chapter 7: Death and Resurrection
Maria and Jake ran towards the hanger, hoping to avoid being shot at by the SHIELD pilots who now stood against them.
“Maria, wait…” Jake said, his breathing accelerating to the point of hyperventilating. “My… asthma…”
“Jake, there’s no time!” Maria said, wrapping his arm around him. “Walk as quickly as you can!”
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Gunfire erupted next to Natasha, and she sprang into action, flipping away from it as fast as she could. The occasional bullet ricocheted off her smooth symbiotic second skin, but Natasha realized that if she didn’t move quickly, she ran the risk of being isolated by the pilot’s fire, and then who knows what would happen if she was cornered.
While the pilot was looking away to reload, she spun a web away from the plane, and tried to land on top of it, away from the pilot.
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The other pilot was still inside, and reached for a long-range rifle at the back of the plane. It was impossible to try to incapacitate the symbiote now engaged in battle with his comrade, but he could help incapacitate the other wanted agent…
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Natasha jumped on the other agent, kicking him the head and dragging his heavy body to the ground.
The pilot, now bleeding from the forehead but still conscious, rolled Natasha onto her back, and swung mighty blows at her head.
Natasha punched him the stomach, briefly incapacitating him, as she noticed the other pilot walk over to the entrance with a big sniper rifle aimed at Maria and Jake…
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The pilot had her in view. She was hobbling along with the man, who was slowing them both down. They were almost to the hanger, but not yet.
The pilot put his finger on the trigger, confirmed Hill was in his sights, and fired.
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Maria wailed as the bullet hit her shoulder. Her blood erupted from the point of impact and spewed out on Jake as she fell to the ground.
“MARIA!” Jake screamed. He huddled over her unconscious body, trying to revive her…
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“YOU MONSTER!” Natasha screamed as she leapt in the air and tackled the pilot that had taken the shot.
The pilot turned, and merely hoping he’d hit her in time, fired his rifle without targeting it, causing the bullet to miss entirely and hit the external fuel tank of the airplane, spilling jet-fuel all over the runway.
She kept bludgeoning his face with her wrists. “THAT. WAS. MY. FRIEND!” she said, in between blows to his face.
An anger swelled up in Natasha as she threw his body hard against the plane, leaving a massive man-sized dent in the plane and he fell head-first onto the asphalt of the runway, splitting his head and killing him instantly.
Turning her attention to the revived pilot, shocked at the death he had just witnessed, Natasha pounced on him from the top of the staircase. She held up his body and slammed it into her knee as he let out a retching scream.
Her symbiote alerted her to the leaking jet fuel, which was getting closer and closer to the dent Natasha had made when she threw the pilot against the plane, which was now shooting sparks onto the ground.
Natasha spun a web and jumped out the way mere moments before the plane exploded in a massive fireball, consuming the plane and creating a massive boom that rocked the earth around them in just seconds. Natasha was grateful the explosion had seemingly removed the evidence, as she was beginning to calm down and regret her angry error. Perhaps her anger had been enhanced by the symbiote…
Natasha landed down next to Jake, still huddled over Maria’s body.
“How is she?” Natasha asked impatiently as the symbiote’s mask melted away, revealing her true face.
“Not good. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
Natasha was worried. Maria looked up at her, smiling briefly in recognition of her friend.
“Hey, I’m here for you! We’re gonna get out of this.” Natasha said, clutching Maria’s limp hand.
Natasha looked up at the massive hanger in front of them.
“We got to get a plane, it’s our only way out of here!” she said, undoing the gate to the hanger and revealing two planes of the same make and model of the one that just exploded.
“Natasha,” Jake chimed, “There is something that can save Maria.”
“What is that?”
“Your catsuit.”
Natasha shot Jake a look. “So, you’re saying-“
“The symbiote has a healing factor to whatever host it attaches itself to. If you take off your catsuit, and give it to Maria… well, it will theoretically heal her up.”
Natasha considered it for a moment.
She pulled a mobile staircase towards the entrance to one of the planes, and opened up the door.
“Natasha, what are you doing?” Jake asked.
“Jake, please don’t enter the plane until I give you the signal,” Natasha said as her symbiote form reverted back to that of the catsuit.
Jake nodded as Natasha picked up Maria, allowing her weight to be supported by Natasha, as they both walked very slowly towards the staircase, and then finally, up the staircase, into the plane.
Natasha laid Maria down on the floor and closed the door to the plane behind her.
“Maria, hey, don’t worry! Jake says this will help.” Natasha said, slowly undoing Maria’s SHEILD uniform, starting by removing her boots and shimmying her pants down her legs. Natasha then removed Maria’s top, noticing the impact of the bullet, still gushing blood.
Maria was now only in her underwear, turning paler and paler with each passing minute.
Natasha felt for the zipper at the back of the catsuit to appear, and sure enough, it did. Natasha pulled down, opening her naked back up as she began to take the comfortable, tight catsuit off of her nude body. When she had finally removed it, she stood in the plane, completely in the buff, trying her best to put it on Maria.
She got both of Maria’s legs through, and then sat Maria up to put both arms into their respective sleeves. When the catsuit was on Maria completely, Natasha zipped up the back, and then saw the zipper once again fade away into the suit.
Natasha laid Maria’s upper body back down slowly, and waited for something to happen.
Nothing did.
Panicking, Natasha belted out, sobbing “Please! You gotta save her! She’s my friend! She may be the only friend I now have in the world! Please… please just save her!”
With that, Natasha started to notice something. The area of impact around the bullet was changing, bubbling over with symbiote fluid.
Meanwhile, the suit changed its composition to appear more like its full bonding form, but it did not begin to consume Maria’s hands, face and feet. As Natasha looked closer, it had taken on bullet wound, and Natasha was somewhat startled when she heard a slight clang of the bullet crashing down on the floor. With that, the symbiote began to patch Maria up as she began to stir.
“That’s it, Maria! You got it!” Natasha said encouragingly to her friend.
By now, the bonding process had begun. Now, the symbiote did begin to crawl over Maria’s hands and feet and she stood up, still only vaguely aware of what was happening to her.
Perhaps hoping to stimulate her, Natasha saw the outline of Maria’s bra and panties being slowly eaten away underneath the symbiote, like they were being consumed. As the symbiote began reaching her face, Maria let out little coos, and then eventual moans as the suit began to massage her breasts, her ass, and her pussy. The symbiote then overtook her face, putting in its signature mask only briefly, before dissolving to merely surround Maria’s face the way it had Natasha’s. And then, finally, as Maria began to wake up fully, it reverted back into the supposedly simple catsuit Natasha had put on her friend mere moments ago.
Standing in front of Natasha in bare feet but now adorned with a catsuit that left little to the imagination, Maria smiled.
“Hey, Natasha. Did I ever tell you how much I fucking LOVE your taste in catsuits?”