Maximoff Island, Atlantic Ocean:
The sunscreen oil felt cold to the couch as I squirted a few drops onto my free hand, placing the bottle down while kneeling on the towel beside Natasha.
Rubbing my palms together, I let out a slow breath and rested my hands gently against the small of her back. Her breath hitched for a moment at the sensation before I let my fingers follow the elegant curve of her spine.
A shaky sigh escaped her lips as I slowly began working my way to her shoulders, fingers locating and relaxing every knot of tension along her back while also tracing every faint scar I could see.
'As expected of a field agent and former assassin,' If anything, the scars added to her beauty, depicting a story of strength, courage and hard-earned grace.
My palms glided over her upper back as my thumbs worked out the rigid stress in her shoulders. That brought a soft, low moan of relief from her, which grew a bit louder as I began vibrating my thumbs and pushed a bit harder.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" I asked, not expecting a response as her body melted when I shifted my focus to the tight muscles around her shoulder blades.
She tried to speak, but that's when I moved to her middle back, drawing a gasp from her as I pushed in with my knuckles and worked out the knots there.
At this point, I think I forgot that I was supposed to be applying sun screen to her as I moved lower, enjoying the way she arched into my hands as I picked up the bottle and squirted move oil onto her lower back.
The cold sensation made her hiss for a moment before her moans returned as my vibrating thumbs went back to work.
Leaning closer as I began working out the knots just above her ass, I tilted my head with a smile as I saw the pleasure dancing in her eyes. "So, are we ready to continue or do you need a break?"
"If you want that perfect score, don't stopppp~", she moaned as I worked out the last knot just above her crack, a shudder running through her body while I moved to her legs.
This time, I lifted them before sitting down in between her legs, squirting oil into my hands before rubbing my hands together and beginning with her feet.
The squeal she let out as I started at the arches of her feet made my pride soar as she gasped, purring softly when I began to work in between the toes.
"W-Where...did you learn to do this?"
"Here and there," I spoke with a teasing smile. She turned to give me a glare, but her head dropped as I moved to her ankles, thumbs gliding over her calves and pushing the stress away.
Working the back of her knees, I began moving up her thighs, now fully vibrating my hands as I pushed my fingers into the knots. As I did, my eyes caught the patch of wetness on her bikini bottom, a metallic yet sweet scent invading my nostrils when I took a deep breath.
"And done!" I spoke with a shaky breath as I stopped massaging her inner thighs, pulling my hands back as she pulled her legs in and turned.
However, I was surprised as she went back to lying down, a smirk on her face as she threw her legs back over my thighs so that I stayed seated in between them.
"I did say the full body, didn't I?" My eyes were focused on her pink, puffy areolas and rosy pink nipples that stood proudly atop as she adjusted her position, making her chest jiggle with the motion.
"Th-Ahem! This is gonna sound very weird coming from me, but isn't this moving a bit too fast?"
"That depends. You said you wanted a relationship and I don't mind having one, but am I bit too forward for you?" she asked as her legs pulled me in and locked behind me, the woman easily moving from the beach chair and wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Not at all, but I'm used to being the one who has to wait," I replied softly, my hand resting on the small of her back as I reached up and took off our sunlgasses.
She just let out a soft chuckle that did wonderful things to her chest, reaching up to my face and rubbing her thumb over my lips.
"Here is one thing I learned over the course of my life, Pietro. Tomorrow is not guaranteed so if I want to do something, I do it."
"Well, then what's stopping us?" I whispered and she leaned in with a smile, her lips softly pushing against mine as I pulled her closer.
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The world tuned down to a low distant hum as Pietro closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her soft, warm lips. They parted just enough to catch her shaky breath escaping his throat, the metallic scent of her skin flooding his senses.
The Widow showed her prowess as she deepened the kiss with an air giggle, her tongue lightly tangling with his and sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
His hands weren't idle as he squeezed her waist, hands slowly moving down and moving to cup her ass cheeks as she pushed away his shirt.
The two pulled away with a soft gasp as they held each others' gaze, Natashsa letting out a deep purr as she felt his fingers tracing around her labia.
"Don't be shy," she whispered as she pushed back, shuddering at the tip of his fingers that slowly pushed in. Her own hands moved from his neck and travelled down his chest, Pietro letting out a groan as she pushed her hands into his swim shorts and cupped his hardening cock.
The next moment, her eyes widened as she found herself lying on a plush bed, Pietro still looming over her as his shirt and shorts were gone.
She herself was fully naked, revealing her dripping slit as she felt his cock slowly rubbing against her groin with slow thrusts.
"My, my, someone's eager," she teased, tilting her head and grasping at the sheets beneath her as she felt his lips softly kissing her neck.
"Who wouldn't be with a woman as beautiful as you are?" he replied, interlocking their fingers as his hips pulled back and his head aligned with her entrance.
"Oh, fuck~", Natasha whispered with a soft groan, fingers moving to dig into his shoulders as Pietro slowly pushed into her. He himself wanted to be smug, but her tightness had him lost for his breath, filling his cock tap against the back of her.
Rewarded with her wide eyes that showed nothing but pleasure in them, he leaned down to press a deep, bruising kiss against her lips, muffling her following moan as he pulled back.
Pushing in again, his thrusts began to be steady as he pushed and pulled, Natasha's legs moving to the sides as she arched into every thrusts.
Pietro grunted as he rested his head in her shoulders, enjoying her moans and squeals as he began to sped up. Hands tangled wildly in his silver hair before she gasped as he moved her legs, putting them on his shoulders and pushing down.
Now hitting deeper, the stench of her pussy made him growl as he thrust harder, thankful for how flexible she was as he pushed her feet to the sides of her head and kept fucking.
"P-Pietro...ah, fuckFuck FUCK!" the spy cried out, fingers pulling at the sheets as her toes curled and her inner walls clamped down.
"Don't stop! F-Fuck! Don't stop!" her head tossed back against the pillows as he let go of her feet, moving his hands to the back of her knees as his legs straightened and he began pouding away in earnest.
With a loud scream as her legs clamped around her, Pietro's own eyes widened as his own orgasm washed over him before he could stop it.
The sensation of her juices squirting against his abdomen made him groan as he felt her walls milking him, both of them shuddering as he collapsed on top of her.
"I...love sex with a speedster," Natasha whispered after she caught her breath, making him chuckle before he looked down at where he was still buried in her.
"Should we worry about that?"
"The Red Room removed my reproductive parts," she replied, but was surprised at the smile that grew on his face as he nodded.
"So, infinite creampies is what I'm hearing?"
"Of course, leave it to you to find an upside to something like that," Despite her teasing tone, she couldn't help but feel relieved in some weird way at how he treated her condition.
However, her eyes widened as he pulled up and she was spun around, her head still on the pillows while her ass was arched up to the air.
"Wha-Oh, god~", she groaned as she felt his cock pushing in again, turning her head to see the lustful smile on his face.
"That is I, yes. Now, who said we're stopping after just one round?"
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Later that day, Evening:
Maximoff Island, Atlantic Ocean:
Taking a puff of the Cohiba Cigar I had gotten from Tony as a housewarming gift, I coughed as it hit me faster than I thought it would.
"Y-Yep! Uragh! Ugh! That's not for me," I groaned, putting it out on the ash tray next to me. Turning back to the setting sun I was watching from my outdoor wicker lounger on the master bedroom balcony, I let out a soft sigh as I laid back.
The doors slid open behind me and I smiled as Natasha walked out, wearing one of my silver-gray shirts that looked oversized on her as it felt to her mid-thigh.
On her face was a soft and genuine smile and not the usual teasing smile of hers, the woman climbing onto the lounger in between my legs and resting back into my arms.
"So, how is the final score?" I asked with a smirk, making her giggle as I laid my hands over hers and rested my chain atop her head.
"A perfect ten, Mr. Maximoff," she replied and I was pleased at how peaceful she looked compared to when we first met. "You've officially blown my expectations out of the water."
"What can I say? I aim to be the best."
"And you also don't know what it means to not go until one of us passes out," she replied, rolling her eyes at my proud smile.
"What can I say? I'm a very virile guy."
"And if I wasn't sterilized, I'd be a very pregnant woman."
"Like I said, infinite creampies," I nodded and was surprised as she laughed. It sounded beautiful to my ears, light and air with a little snort that made me laugh.
At that moment, there was no war, no threats and no need for us to worry. All that mattered in that moment was her laugh and the promise I made to myself as our laughter died down, the two of us staring at each other with soft smiles.
"Until I die, that smile and laugh...I'll protect it to my dying breath."
"You know how you said that if I wanted to track down my family, you'd help me?"
"We do have an island where everyone can stay," I nodded, to which she shook her head.
"No, I think I got a better place where they can live. I just need to get them there."
"Well, you've got the number one travel method right here. So, when do we start?"
"Another day, but not this week. For this week, let it just be you and me," For the first time since I met her, there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
"That's more than fine with me," I whispered, kissing the top of her head as she relaxed into my body.
With a soft sigh, I leaned back against the chair, closing my eyes and enjoying her warmth as I just laid there.
Yeah, the world didn't need a saviour nor a wild card tonight. All it needed was me right here, holding onto the best thing I'd ever run into.
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The Next Day:
Maximoff Island, Atlantic Ocean:
"Wait, so your first girlfriend was this old sorcerer that was also Strange's master?"
"Yep."
"And she...used you? Like a one-night stand?"
"Pretty much," I nodded, ruffling my hair with a grin as Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Is that why you looked so dejected earlier today when I had to leave to get my clothes?"
"Hey, that stuff causes trauma, okay? Besides, I am a very anxious guy despite how confident I look."
"Oh, I already knew that," I grabbed at my chest with an exaggerated groan at her words, smiling as she just stood with a smirk. "In any case, I've managed to track down Yelena's movements."
"That fast?" I asked, to which she snorted as she opened her laptop, showing off a worldwide grid that slowly began locking onto a very small dot somewhere in Europe. "Did you keep tabs on her?"
"Oh no. I just placed a tracker on her."
"Huh?" Blinking as I looked to the Widow, I stared at the calm smile on her face as she continued to zone in on the tracker. "S-So, you just have a tracker on her?"
"In her hair and on her body."
"Do I have trackers?"
"No. Not yet."
"Is it weird that I feel slightly more attracted to you?"
"A bit, but we're messed up people," she replied, making me smile as she closed the laptop and stood up. "Anyway, she's in Zakopane, Poland. Do you know where that is?"
"Somewhat," I responded, looking up the location on my map app while taking her hand in my own. "Okay, now I got it. Just straight north-east from here."
"Is that how you usually find places?"
"It works most times than it doesn't," she just looked both amused and exasperated at my explanation, making me chuckle before I activated my Super Mode.
"Alright, then. Next stop: a sister reunion."
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Council of Kangs HQ:
'He's changing too much,' Immortus thought to himself with a frown, gazing upon the holographic diagram of nigh-infinite timelines or, to be more specific, the specific set of timelines one Pietro Maximoff occupied.
He had thought that the fool would have not been able to alter the timelines that much and the data they had received from the Growing Man prototype they had sent showed no powerful results that would have caused them worry.
Yet, with one simple move, the man had shattered the geometry of the Infinity Saga. Thanos was trapped and captured, the Infinity Stones were buried behind Asgardian runes and Eldritch magic in a place they could not perceive due to the residue of the brat's chaos energy clinging to it.
"It appears that Pietro Maximoff can no longer be ignored," Scarlet Centurion spoke up from the side, his arms crossed as Rama-Tut rubbed his temples. "If we had followed my warning and sent our best after him, our worries would have been for naught. Alas, it appears that regret always comes when it's too late."
"It is of no matter. That is why I have sent out the alarms."
"You mean to gather everyone against him?" Scarlet Centurion asked, a bit surprised as he heard the sounds of hundreds of Time Platforms opening and closing beyond the doors of their meeting room.
"Pietro Maximoff has shown that he is capable of defeating a Growing Man. Thus, we shall throw more than just one at him," Immortus replied, the other two following while giving each other bewildered glances as their co-leader opened the doors.
"Kang! Kang! Kang! Kang!" As they walked out onto a balcony, the arena around them was filled with the roaring cheers and stomps of several hundreds and thousands of their variants.
From Mister Gryphon to Iron Lad, all of the Kangs have gathered, all paying attention as Immortus stepped forward.
"You are going to wage a cross-temporal war against a single speedster? Have you gone mad?"
"A speedster infused with the chaos energy, wears the title of Nexus Being and has rewritten the annals of history for the timeline he currently occupies, Rama-Tut. He brought this on himself," Immortus corrected while raising his staff, bringing a hush down upon the legion of variants.
"My counterparts!! I-" Immortus paused as he heard the soft clacking of metal on stone, his gaze along with that of everyone else's moving across the arena towards the far entrance.
As the steps grew louder, it was accompanied with the sound of muffled breathing and Scarlet Centurion felt his heart drop at the sight of green and silver.
"N-No. No, you're supposed to be sealed."
"You failed to do so," the masked figure spoke, their face obscured with a silver-grey metal as a green cloak that was tattered at the edges was thrown over their shoulders.
They were also clad in a suit of armour made out of the same alloy as the mask they were wearing, both it and the mask covered in faint runes from various languages.
"What brings you to our domain, Victor?"
"Simple. Doom found an ally in the domain that you sealed him in and together," The Time Platform forming beside the figure made Immortus' eyes widen as another familiar figure stepped out, "and we have decided that he has no need for multiple variants across the timelines."
"Indeed, I do not," Kang the Conqueror spoke with a scoff, Dr. Doom adjusting his cloak as several green runic circles formed from eldritch magic around his hands. "Now, give me back my throne."
A/N: And we end it here!! Pietro has a fun time with Natasha, but doesn't know of the chaos in the background as Doom and Kang appear.
Next chapter: Descended From the Smartest Man and Allies with his Mortal Enemy
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