A Widow's Assignment: Ch. 1/Final - (Peter Parker/Yelena Belova)

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STORY START:

"You called?"

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine turned around with a sharp look on her face. The CIA director was staring out her office window, overlooking the city below. Her personal office was decorated with some of the finest furniture around.

She stared at the woman walking in with a critical eye.

"Ahh, yes, thanks for coming on such short notice," Valentina said with a calm tone. "We've had a new assignment on our hands."

Yelena Belova arched her brow at the director's tone. By the looks of things, it seemed something was quite urgent. The highly-trained assassin caught a manila folder being thrown her way, a few documents contained within.

"Your next mission is to eliminate a target of ours. He goes by the name of Spider-Man, you may have heard of his recent achievements," Valentina said smoothly, folding both arms behind her back. "We want him gone."

Yelena whistled as she flipped through the documents within the folder, "An assassination mission? It's been a while since I've gotten one of those."

She scanned the information quickly, years of doing assignments training her for this. Another few seconds passed as she read critical information.

Such as his known whereabouts, his abilities, and common habits.

Everything, from his appearance to his least favorite food, was on file. When the CIA wanted someone gone, they didn't play around.

"But why do you want him killed? I thought Spider-Man was one of the good guys?" Yelena asked, glancing upward.

"Let's just say he's caused a few issues for us that we haven't revealed yet," Valentina spoke cryptically. Unknown to Yelena, the O.X.E. organization saw that eliminating Spider-Man was in their best interest. They had some long-term plans, and they didn't want the web-slinging hero to interfere. Especially since it seemed he'd been growing in popularity recently.

It was best to nip a problem in the bud. Valentina knew that all too well. With her secret position in the O.X.E. group, she needed to carry out their will just as she would the U.S. government.

It was tough playing both sides, but it came with benefits. Just like it did now, with the government giving her the green light to take out Spider-Man.

"The Thunderbolts will be tasked with another mission in your absence," Valentina followed up, "We thought you would be the best fit for this mission given your experience and track record. We've provided everything you'll need to complete this task."

True to her word, Yelena found a debit card within the pile of documents. She pulled it out, examining it in the light.

"That card holds all the money you'll need. Transportation, food, hotels, whatever. Just ensure you come back with a successful outcome," Valentina spoke in an authoritative tone. She wasn't playing around, being dead serious. "I cannot stress how important it is that you complete this assignment."

"A solo kill mission? Ha!" Yelena shook her head in amusement, "That's my bread and butter."

Her years of experience outmatched many agents. She was trained in espinoge, martial arts, firearms, and anything else needed to be a killer. She graduated from the Red Room program with high marks.

The only person who could've been compatible with her in that field was her adoptive sister, Natasha Romanoff. Of course, back when she was still alive.

She was trying her best to turn a new leaf, to do good, but she still had a job to do at the end of the day. If her boss was ordering her to complete a mission, she had no choice but to do so.

It didn't stop the small doubt from forming in her mind. Yelena thought that Spider-Man was a decent hero, doing his best to protect the city from harm.

However, Yelena didn't get hired to ask questions or defy orders. She knew better than that, having been in this type of work for as long as she remembered.

"I'm giving you a few weeks at most to get this finished. If it extends longer than that, report directly to me," Valentina commented with a frown. "I left an emergency communicator with you in case of an accident."

Yelena found it immediately. At the bottom of the folder, there was a square device with a small antenna. A modified radio, if she had to guess.

"Click the button on the side and we'll bombard agents to your location. Use it as a last resort, we don't want to tie our name to this if it goes sideways."

Yelena nodded. In the world of espionage and hiding behind the scenes, you often wanted to stay out of the spotlight.

"When can I start?" Yelena asked as she tucked away the necessary items.

"Immediately," Valentina responded.

The director didn't outright say it, but she hoped Yelena accomplished her goal. If she didn't hear from the assassin by the end of the month, she would take it as a sign that Yelena was dead or captured.

That would really make a mess of things. She would have to do her best to save face with the Thunderbolts if they found out she sent their partner on a dangerous assignment.

Without another word, Yelena turned around and walked out of the office. On her way, she casually dropped the folder along with its contents in a paper shredder. They were no longer useful to her, memorizing everything they had within minutes.

Valentina smirked.

She was already getting a good feeling about this. Yelena didn't fail missions often.

...

"Looks like I found you pretty quick, Spidey," Yelena whispered to herself as she crouched on the surface of a building's rooftop. "I don't know what you did to piss off Valentina, but you have to go."

It had taken a few hours to precisely track down the famed hero. Since he mainly came out at night, Yelena stalked from her vantage point. With her reliable information, she knew he surveilled this area of New York the most. He likely lived nearby if she had to guess.

Just as the sun went down, her eyes caught the red-suited hero swinging from building to building. He was far in the distance, but he was quickly making his way toward her location.

The blonde-haired assassin was dressed from head to toe in her battle attire. She wore a dark green tactical vest, a black jumpsuit that hugged her tightly, dark pants, and two handgun holsters on each thigh.

It also included her elbow, knee, and shoulder pads that hid under her clothing. Her feet were covered in black steel-toed boots, and a brown belt snatched around her waist.

Yelena wanted to blend in with the night. Her vantage point was perfect as the rooftop had no light, meaning she was under the cover of darkness.

Reaching into the inner pocket of her tactical vest, Yelena narrowed her eyes.

Spider-Man was getting nearer with each second that passed. The hero seemed to be in a good mood, hollering with joy as he swung from building to building.

"C'mon, get closer...closer...closer..." The assassin thought to herself. Steeling her nerves and taking a calming breath, the woman struck with ferocity.

A metal pin clicked against the rooftop.

Her hand stretched out, throwing a specialized grenade with perfect precision. Her aim proved true as it connected with Spider-Man's chest.

BOOM!

A loud explosion rang out in New York's night sky. Some civilians from the street looked up, wondering what was happening.

Smoke filled Yelena's vision, unable to see the immediate outcome.

Her instincts screamed at her, making the woman do a few backflips. Landing on her feet, she narrowed her eyes as Spider-Man yanked himself to the rooftop.

The web-slinging idol clapped his hands together, shaking off the soot on his outfit.

"Not gonna lie, that one caught me off guard. If it wasn't for my Spidey Sense, I would've taken that at point blank," Spider-Man quipped, "Good aim by the way, you hit me square on while in mid-air. That's not easy to do."

He had barely managed to wrap the grenade with multiple layers of web fluid. Once it looked like a small cocoon, he had thrown it straight up in hopes of avoiding civilian casualties.

The hero had done it all within a second. His years of fighting experience, kicking it like autopilot.

"Now that I'm looking at you...I'm confused," Spider-Man exaggeratedly scratched his head.

Yelena blinked. She read that he liked to crack jokes and make small talk, but she didn't expect it to such an extent. The assassin expected to be fighting by now.

Rubbing his chin, Spider-Man continued, "You're not Mysterio...I don't think Vulture would hire you...and you don't look like any of Thanos's goons. You know, back when he still had his servants. So, who are you?"

Cracking a soft smile, Yelena kept her body tense, "The name's Black Widow."

"Black Widow?" Spider-Man paused, genuinely confused, "The only Black Widow I knew was Natasha."

"You knew...Natasha?" Yelena spoke after a brief pause. The file on him didn't mention that.

"Well, yeah, we were on the Avengers together! Granted, it's been a while, but she was a good person," Spider-Man continued as he eyed his opponent. Technically, he never accepted the position on the team, but he did spend time with the woman. Her death had been a gut punch for him.

Yelena felt a stir of doubt creep into her gut. Her love for Natasha made her want to question him, but her duty as a warrior made her want to continue the mission.

She was already making a mistake by talking to him, but she couldn't help it. His friendly nature was drawing her in.

As for Spider-Man, he picked up on the woman's battle stance. If her name was any indication, she must've been as well-trained as Natasha was.

He might've been acting like some carefree fool, but he didn't let his guard drop. Not when he already got a taste of her precise skills.

Yelena didn't know what possessed her to say this, but she decided to get one last statement out.

"Well, if you can beat me, maybe I'll tell you my real name."

That was all the warning Peter Parker got.

He immediately ducked a leg kick from the woman. Bringing his hands up, he skillfully dodged and weaved her attacks.

He let a right hook swing over his head.

He leaned his head back, avoiding a fierce uppercut.

He blocked two jabs to his face, using his forearms to cushion the blows. While his body was durable, he still felt the sting behind it.

This woman had some serious power to her.

"Tch," Yelena clicked her teeth in annoyance as she did her best to push the man back. She was like a whirlwind of blows, using momentum to keep her attacks going. Yet, no matter how much speed she picked up, Spider-Man was already one step ahead.

Whether it was because of his Spidey Sense or because he was better in combat, Yelena didn't know.

But she was starting to get frustrated at not landing a single hit so far.

Finally, Peter decided to start fighting back. After leaning out of the woman's left haymaker, he reached out and delivered a palm strike to her torso.

"Hrng," Yelena grunted in pain, sliding back a few feet. The gravel under her feet parted as the hero sent her backward.

Adding to his attack, Spider-Man reached his right hand forward and connected a thick web to her tactical vest.

Yanking backward, Peter was surprised to feel no resistance. This brief gap of surprise made him stumble.

Yelena had quickly unclasped her vest from behind when his web connected. This opening was all she needed to get the upper hand.

Sprinting forward, the assassin retrieved two sharp knives from her back. Twirling them to get a better grip, Yelena clenched her jaw.

She slashed and grunted, putting in effort with each attack.

Whoosh!

Peter narrowed his eyes as the blade got dangerously close to his face. He could tell they were razor sharp.

If they touched him, it would penetrate his suit and the skin underneath. This woman was no joke.

If he had fought her a few years earlier, when he wasn't as experienced, she would've likely wiped the floor with him.

Whoosh!

Angling his body, Spider-Man quickly grabbed Yelena's left wrist and squeezed. Gritting her teeth in pain, Yelena dropped the knife.

Only to quickly kick it back up, seeing as the tip sliced his face. It was a shallow cut, barely bleeding, but it was her first sign of damage.

The mask split just enough for Yelena to catch his personal features. It was only a brief moment, but the woman didn't miss it. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a sculpted jawline.

He was a very handsome man.

Peter narrowed his eyes.

In an impressive show of flexibility, Yelena flipped over her trapped wrist. Flipping in a cartwheel-like fashion, she planted a firm kick with the bottom of her boot to his face.

Blocking the impact with his forearm, Spider-Man felt as Yelena used his arm as a vantage point to kick off.

He let go of her wrist, not wanting to risk ripping her arm off. His strength wasn't something to scoff at either.

"Haa!" Yelena threw her remaining knife straight at the hero.

Webbing the flying object, Peter stuck it to a nearby ventilation vent. He didn't want to accidentally throw it down below and risk hitting an innocent person.

Yelena reached into her holsters to retrieve two pistols. Bringing them up, she pressed both fingers to the triggers.

This is when Peter decided to stop holding back as much. Bullets were much more dangerous than knives.

With two quick hand gestures, Spider-Man perfectly clogged the barrels of both guns. Yelena fired, getting one shot off on each firearm, but it stayed behind the webbing.

Finding them useless, Yelena discarded them with a grunt.

This is when Peter Parker sprinted forward himself. Webbing her feet, the hero pulled her forward.

Unable to defend in time, Yelena felt her jaw shake as an elbow connected. It made her spit in reflex, the impact rocking her vision.

Not letting up, Peter grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.

Clang!

Yelena stumbled through a few empty, metal buckets. They fell around her form, the woman groaning in pain.

Her jaw throbbed, and her wrist was pulsing in pain.

Spider-Man held immense strength, much more than she expected. That was her mistake, a mistake she didn't plan on repeating.

The worst part was that he didn't seem to be trying too hard. It was no wonder Tony Stark personally recruited him all those years ago. He had seen his potential.

Yelena was seeing it now as well.

"Look, I don't really wanna keep fighting, but you did attack me out of nowhere," Spider-Man said as he slowly walked up to the downed Yelena. "Can you at least tell me why you're after me? I don't recognize you, and I'd like to know if I made some new enemies."

A low mumble caught his ears.

"Huh?" Peter stopped momentarily, raising a confused brow. He thought he heard something.

The woman spoke with a coy smile, picking herself off the floor. "I underestimated you. That was my mistake..."

Peter tensed his body, his Spidey Sense going wild.

"We'll meet again, Spider-Man."

A massive cloud of smoke erupted from Yelena's feet. Bringing an arm up to protect himself, Peter anticipated a counterattack.

Instead, when the smoke cleared, the woman was gone. Rushing over to the edge of the rooftop, he looked all over to see if she was making her way down.

He looked left.

He looked right.

He looked down.

It didn't matter where he looked, Yelena was gone. She was just as good, if not better, than Natasha's retreating skills.

However, whoever she was, she definitely caught his attention.

...

Peter yawned as he walked into a nearby coffee shop. It was the next day, late in the afternoon.

He had stayed up later than intended, which made him feel a little exhausted. He wasn't much of a caffeine person, but he knew it would help perk his body up.

His cheek had already healed, his small healing factor closing the wound up. There wasn't even a mark left behind to show anything had happened.

After getting his order, paying, and thanking the barista, Peter walked over to the corner of the shop. He found an empty table, deciding to de-stress. Having the life of a superhero wasn't easy after all.

Minutes ticked by as Peter slowly sipped his coffee and stared out the window. New York was brimming brightly, the sun shining from above.

"May I sit here?"

Glancing to the side, Peter trailed his eyes upward.

There, standing with her own coffee, was an attractive woman.

She wore a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a blue coat. A small smile was on her face while her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail.

Regaining his thoughts, Peter gestured to the open seat, "Be my guest."

Since he was no longer with Mary Jane, or any woman, the hero wasn't opposed to interactions with the opposite gender.

Although she did seem quite familiar. If he could only put his finger on it...

Peter perked up mentally, realizing this was the same woman as yesterday. He wondered why his Spidey Sense didn't trigger this time.

The woman sat down, setting her coffee atop the table. "I'm Yelena. I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. I'm sorry if it seems rather forward, but you caught my eye."

"I'm Peter. I have to say, you're stunning yourself," Peter complimented genuinely, keeping his features calm on the outside. He didn't know if he should tense his body to fight or relax to enjoy a conversation.

Yelena felt a brush of pink dust on her cheeks. Sure, it might've been a normal compliment, but she hadn't been desired in a very long time. Even if the words were hollow, she appreciated them.

She had been surveilling the area to find Spider-Man once more, and just so happened to see him walk into the coffee shop. His facial features were nearly identical to the night before, so Yelena was confident this was the same person.

However, she wanted to be completely sure this was the same person. If there was even a chance she was wrong, it could derail the entire mission.

"His voice is very similar to Spider-Man's, it has to be him," Yelena thought to herself, "I just need to know for sure..."

"The lighting wasn't the best last night, but even I can tell this is the same woman," Peter thought to himself, doing mental gymnastics to figure out her motive. "What could she be planning...?"

Both individuals were thinking on opposite ends, trying to outdo the other.

Yelena decided to make the first move. If she wanted to make sure her assumption was correct, she would play dirty.

That meant offering a romantic evening. Yelena knew she was conventionally attractive, so why not use that to her benefit? Being a spy meant you did everything to get the job done.

It was just another tool in her arsenal.

"I won't beat you in a one-on-one fight, no matter how hard I try. The skill gap is just too big," Yelena reasoned to herself while smiling, "I'll just have to go at it from a different angle."

Peter saw as the woman straightened up in her seat, her face melting into a beautiful expression. In that moment, Spider-Man truly thought she was prettier than Mary Jane.

"I'm sorry if this is rather forward of me, since we only just met," Yelena said while speaking softly, "But would you like to go on a date?"

"A date?" Peter repeated with a grin, "It's been a while since I've been on a date. I'm going to be a little rusty."

It was true after all. The last date he went on was over a year ago, his love life coming to a stop. Once things ended with Mary Jane, he never went back out on the dating market.

Perhaps it would be a good idea. Not only would he get to enjoy an evening, but he could also use this 'date' to figure out this woman's goal. He still didn't know why she attacked him the night before.

It would be the perfect excuse to figure out why he was being targeted.

"It's alright, I'm not dating connesiour either," Yelena laughed, "But if you'd like, we can meet at my hotel room. It's only a few minutes from here."

"As long as we can order room service, watch TV, and wear pajamas," Peter spoke while bringing the cup of coffee to his lips. The container hid his small smirk.

"Oooh, a man after my own heart," Yelena egged on, "I think that sounds way better than dressing up in some stuffy outfits and wasting money on overpriced garbage."

Deciding this was his best avenue to finding answers, Peter conceded to the idea, "You know what, I'd be happy to go on a date. Where should I meet you?"

Yelena smiled, giving the proper directions to whom she assumed was 'Spider-Man.' Her target assigned by Valentina.

Nodding in response, Peter prepared for his first date in over a year. He planned to head over at 10 pm.

Once it was settled, both left in separate directions.

Wondering how they could use the night to their advantage.

...

Knock! Knock!

"Coming," Yelena said as she stood up from her bed. Walking forward, she opened up the door with a soft click.

There stood Peter Parker with a confident smile. The toned man was only wearing gray sweatpants, a short-sleeved blue shirt, and white sandals. His casual clothing allowed Yelena to get a glance at the sculpted muscles underneath.

Peter had contemplated bringing his web slingers, but decided against it. If things got hot, he could comfortably rely on his hand-to-hand combat.

"Well, you look nice," Yelena complimented as she eyed the man up and down. Strangely, he seemed much more attractive in sleepwear. His sharp jawline and deep brown eyes made the woman feel her core moisten.

"Thank you," Peter responded with a grin on his handsome face.

"C'mon Yelena, don't actually fall for him!" The woman reminded herself with a faint blush, "Stay on track!"

Her momentary lapse in judgment couldn't continue. But it was hard to ignore that Peter looked good.

As for the hero, he also appreciated Yelena's outfit.

The woman was wearing an oversized green shirt, black booty shorts, and white socks. Her hair was trailing down, falling to her upper back.

Her natural beauty shone through, her assets making the hero do a double-take.

Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, but her breasts seemed bigger than he remembered. Two curvy humps were displayed through her shirt, her ass being hugged nicely by the shorts.

Even her legs, now bare, seemed to be glowing with elegance. The skin seemed silky soft and was blemish-free.

"Man, I know this date is likely a farce, but shit...she's hot," Peter conceded, trying not to pop a boner. It wouldn't do well to show just how aroused he was already.

"Come in," Yelena offered while standing to the side.

Nodding in thanks, Peter stepped inside. The door closed softly behind him, Yelena turning the lock right after.

She didn't want anyone to interrupt their time together.

"I got us some room service if you don't mind," Yelena added while walking over.

Peter could see two dishes of fish and rice, plated atop a wooden table. The food was sprinkled with greens and other vegetables. Two glasses of water stood there, untouched.

"Wow, you went with the fancy option," Peter commented with a small smile.

The two sat across from one another, taking their seats. Without further ado, Yelena started it off by stabbing her fork into some leaf greens.

Peter decided to start the conversation, "I haven't been on a date in over a year. I'm still surprised you asked me out on the spot. I thought chivalry was dead."

Yelena had a coy smile on her face, "Really? I would think someone as handsome as you would've been swooped up."

"Careful, flattery will get you everywhere," Peter joked as he took a mouthful of seasoned fish, "I know I already said this, but you are absolutely stunning."

"I have no makeup and look like a mess," Yelena quipped with a teasing grin.

"Who cares?" Peter shrugged, "I've never been one to care about those kinds of things. Natural beauty is way better in my opinion."

She had her weapons taped under the table on her end, ready to pull at a moment's notice. Yet, as the two began to settle in with one another, Yelena found herself wanting to keep the date going.

It was supposed to be used as a tool to get closer to her target, but she was genuinely finding him interesting.

"You know, you even act like Natasha," Peter suddenly said as he scooped up a spoonful of rice. "It's the small things, like the constant scanning of your surroundings."

Yelena blinked before she chuckled, "So you knew it was me?"

Her hand retracted from the taped firearm at the bottom of the table.

"Of course," Peter continued, "I thought if we were going to have a real date, we should drop the act."

Strangely, Yelena could get behind that. If he knew she was the assassin from the previous night, then he must've surely been Spider-Man.

It felt like a weight was lifted from her chest.

She could finally act and speak like herself, not like she was on a mission.

"What the hell, I'll enjoy this too," Yelena thought with a grin. She sighed deeply before deciding to treat this like a night together.

Just like Peter, she too hadn't had a date in ages.

A few seconds passed before Spider-Man spoke up.

"So, you're the new Black Widow. How does that work?"

"I took up the mantle after Natasha passed," Yelena explained, "She was my sister. I took after her in every way I could."

Peter softened his features. He could tell that Natasha meant a lot to Yelena, "I never knew."

Yelena sipped some water, her mind going down memory lane.

"Natasha didn't speak about me often, I don't blame her. She was always in 'mission mode' or saving the world. Not much time for small talk."

"She was a tough woman. Back when I first helped the Avengers, she trained me in my hand-to-hand combat. It's why I could pick up on some of your moves," Peter admitted. "I didn't talk with her much, but when I did, she seemed like a person whom you could rely on."

"She was..." Yelena whispered, "...I miss her."

Peter didn't know what overcame his body, but he put his hand over Yelena's. Squeezing it softly, he looked into her eyes with a soft smile.

"I know how it feels when someone close to you passes. I was a wreck after my aunt May died," Peter said.

Yelena responded with a frown, "...how did you deal with it?"

Her training in the Red Room program might've taught her many valuable skills, but dealing with grief was never one of them.

She couldn't be torn away from Natasha's headstone for the first week of her passing. It wasn't healthy, but it's how she coped.

"The hardest part is waking up without them. Realizing that you'll never see their smile or hear their voice again."

Yelena knew that feeling all too well.

Peter continued while reminiscing, "...But you keep going, because that's what they would've wanted. The pain never goes away, but sharing that grief with someone else helps with the process."

The hero couldn't remember how many nights he cried when Aunt May passed away. He had been in a dark place, only surviving by confiding in his closest people at the time.

"I think I understand what you're saying..." Yelena said after a moment of contemplation. She turned her hand upward, taking Peter's fingers with her own, "...It's nice to know someone else who knew Natasha. She was a great person."

"She was more than that, she was your sister," Peter added with a comforting look, "She'll live on through you, as long as you stay true to yourself."

Those final few words made Yelena think.

Was she living up to herself? Would Natasha have approved of her current mission? Tasked with killing someone who knew her in life.

Yelena wanted to do good, to turn a new leaf, but she immediately accepted an assignment like this at a moment's notice.

Was she truly changing if her actions didn't show it?

"...Sorry for attacking you on that rooftop," Yelean chuckled as she switched the conversation, "I can't believe I almost killed Spider-Man."

"Wait, almost killed? I'll have you know that I was dominating that fight," Peter joked with a grin. He was happy to change the subject matter, feeling the mood lighten.

Neither noticed their hands were still intertwined.

"Sure, sure," Yelena waved off with her other hand, "I was caught off guard. I'm more prepared now to take you on."

If she truly wanted to kill him as soon as possible, she would've poisoned his water.

To Peter's credit, he thought the same. Thankfully, his Spidey Sense didn't go off when he took a drink from his glass.

"Uh huh," Peter nodded with squinted eyes, "...how'd you even find out I was Spider-Man? That's some high detective work to manage it in one night."

"Oh, that?" Yelena said like it was simple, "I saw your face when I cut open your mask. Your height was also roughly the same. Plus, your voice was a dead giveaway."

Peter was impressed. He knew it was dark when they fought and that his face was exposed for a fraction of a second. Yet, Yelena was skilled enough to memorize his facial details like it was no big deal.

Was it wrong that it made him excited?

Maybe he had a thing for strong, skillful women.

"Mr. Stark always did tell me to use a voice modifier," Peter chuckled internally, remembering his mentor's words.

"Truth be told, I couldn't get you out of my mind after last night," Yelena said with a smirk. She leaned back into her chair. "After retreating to my hotel room, I thought back over our fight. I realized you were likely holding back during the entire thing."

The last four words were spoken in a deep, hearty voice. A voice full of want.

Peter felt like the environment got hot in a split second.

The food sat, forgotten by the pair.

"Careful, I already said flattery will get you everywhere," Peter spoke in a low tone. His body was heating up, his hormones flaring.

As a hot-blooded male who found Yelena attractive, it was taking everything in his power not to jump her bones.

"Hmm...what if I want it to get me everywhere?" Yelena asked in a husky tone.

Peter breathed in deeply, doing his best to stay calm. However, the tent pitched in his pants had something else to say about that.

After a second of eyeing up her date, Yelena spoke. She wanted to put all her cards on the table if she wanted a genuine chance with this hunk. "...I'll be honest, my original mission was to track you down and eliminate you."

Peter nodded, the information not fazing him in the slightest. He had expected just as much when they fought.

"...but I don't want to do that anymore. You're nice, thoughtful, and the best piece of eye candy I've met. I just want one thing in return for keeping my mouth shut about your identity," Yelena said as she traced her thumb on the back of Peter's hand.

It was blasphemous to turn down a mission. With all of her training, it had been ingrained to follow an assignment until completion.

But with Peter, someone she found a million times more interesting than his case file said, she didn't want to put him down. Even if she wanted to, she doubted her skills would outweigh his.

"And that is?" Peter asked with a raised brow.

"A dick in my stomach."

Her crude words made him pause, his cock twitching underneath.

Yelena smirked as she realized her date was speechless. Pushing her luck, she continued, "I haven't gotten any play in years. Way before the blip. Is it so wrong for a woman to be honest about her desires?"

Peter couldn't lie; the offer was very tantalizing.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Peter teased, a glint in his brown eyes.

He was horny, plain and simple. Just like any other hot-blooded male would be in his position.

Just because he was a hero, a symbol of hope, didn't mean his urges magically went away.

Yelena leaned forward, her breath shortening in arousal.

"Try me."

Screw the mission, screw what Valentina wanted, and screw following orders. She wanted to instead screw the man sitting before her.

It was easy to capture the man with his guard down. All she had to do was press the communicator given by Valentina, as it was hidden under the table along with her firearm.

Yet, Yelena didn't have any desire to do so. She would have gladly thrown it all away for a night of passion with this muscular hunk.

More than anything, she found his charming personality irresistible. It was a nice contrast to the usual nihilistic viewpoints she surrounded herself with.

Peter was the other half of her that she wanted. An example of what she could be if she ever decided to fully do good with her talents.

The two didn't take long to make their way to the bed.

"You taste hmm~-amazing," Peter complimented with a lustful kiss. He was a bit rusty, but his instincts came rushing back to him.

Their hands ran over their bodies, kissing and sucking with passion. Yelena had to take deep gasps for air before planting her soft lips against the man.

Peter wrapped his tongue around Yelena's, moaning into her mouth. His hands ran up her oversized shirt and down her back, his calloused palms feeling nice against her skin.

"Yesss mmh~-give it to me!" Yelena panted as her lidded eyes stared up at Peter's taller frame. "Fuck me! Fuck me until I can't think about anything other than your dick!"

Clothes hit the ground soon after. Sweatpants joined booty shorts; both individuals were eager to get into their birthday suits.

The disrobing left Peter in black boxers while Yelena was in all her glory.

Her breasts were perky, topped with hardened nubs. They were large, around DD-cup in size. A set of firm muscles lined her stomach, giving the outline of a soft four-pack. A very small patch of blonde pubic hair lined the top of her vagina, the pink slit pulsing in pleasure.

Peter couldn't help himself. He cock strained against the boxers, his arousal growing with every second.

"Commando? Very risky," Peter growled as he began kissing the crook of Yelena's neck. His hand was positioned on her lower neck, pushing her into him. "Your tits look bigger than I remember."

His other hand snaked around her waist, clutching her juicy rear.

Yelena moaned lowly, running her hands up Peter's chest. His chiseled abs and pectorals felt nice against her flesh.

His calloused palm felt especially nice digging into her ass cheek.

"It's because I nggh~-oh! Ah!" Yelena lidded her eyes as she leaned into Peter's touch, "I usually wrap my tits!"

She liked to use a specific set of soft bandages around her chest. It allowed her to wear tight clothing without much issue.

Peter smirked at her moaning, kissing her neck softly once more. After giving one last squeeze to her buttock, he leaned up to her ear.

"I'm going to stretch you wide."

Yelena wanted to verify his claim. With barely open eyes, she trailed her hand down his boxers. Feeling the hot steel in her palm, she fished it out of the undergarment.

"Holy shit! You're huge!" Yelena said in surprise, glancing down at the monster in her hands.

It was ten inches of man meat, the largest dick that Yelena had ever seen in her life. It was just as girthy, ready to thoroughly pound her mound.

A set of throbbing veins and soft foreskin lined the tool. Brown pubic hair lined the base of his tool, neatly trimmed. She ran her hand up and down, feeling it pulse against her palm.

"You did say you wanted to feel it in your stomach, right?" Peter asked huskily.

He was right, she did say that.

Yelena believed he could do it as well. He certainly had the cock for it.

"Urgh~!" Peter grunted as Yelena's soft hand continued to stroke his cock. He clenched his jaw, releasing low moans as her pace picked up.

"You're going to ruin me," She egged on while rubbing her thumb around his cockhead. "Who would've thought Spider-Man was hung like a horse?"

She licked her lips at the thought of getting her poontang gaped. It had been far too long since she had the touch of a man.

Neither wanted much more of the foreplay. Both wanted the main event.

Cupping her ass, Peter planted her against the wall with a slam. He felt his boxers slide down, yanking his feet out of the fabric.

Yelena didn't stay idle either. With a Cheshire grin, she wrapped her legs around his waist with years of flexibility training. Her hidden muscles made the action very easy for her.

Her hands snaked around his neck, her nails digging into his upper back.

"Do it, shove that dick in my stomach!" She popped out the last word with a purr, scratching his back lightly.

The only warning she got was a spongy tip spreading her labia folds. A second later, inch after inch of a hot shaft slid inside.

Her pussy was wet and ready. She had been yearning for this moment.

"Fuckkkkkk," Peter groaned lowly, digging his fingers deep into her rear. "You feel so tight!"

"D-don't be soft! I can nghr~-ooh! Take it! Fuck me hard!" Yelena begged as her toes curled. She humped her hips, pulling her legs in to try and take him deeper.

A wave of agonizing pleasure flooded her nervous system. It was tough feeling her vaginal walls part around such a member, but she wasn't a top-trained warrior for no reason.

She wanted to take him completely as soon as possible. Yelena knew that's when the real fun started, and they could fuck to their hearts' content.

Peter clenched his jaw, feeling as Yelena's twat sucked him in. It was waves of flexing, gushing walls massaging his prick.

It felt like he was sticking his cock into a warm furnace. She felt phenomenal and tight.

His biceps flexed as he kept her up. It was no issue for the man with superhuman strength, barely feeling the strain at all.

He fondled her ass while sinking himself inside. He was already growing addicted to the feeling of her womanhood.

He wanted more. He needed more.

"Shit, you feel so fucking great!" The shaft parting her petals pulsed violently, enjoying the tight squeeze Yelena provided. Her spasming quim made it difficult to keep his seed inside.

"I feel you fgh~-oh! Down to my toes..." Yelena moaned softly, digging her head in the crook of Peter's neck. Her nails ran up and down the man's muscular back, his frame providing a sense of comfort she was growing addicted to.

"I can't go in any deeper!" Peter mentioned, feeling his cockhead hitting an obstacle. He knew it was Yelena's winking cervix, as he still had two inches left outside.

The blonde felt stars fill her eyes. The pleasure was otherworldly, feeling a deep connection unlike anything else.

However, she still had two inches left to take. Yelena wouldn't let that slide.

"J-just shove it in! Do it!"

Peter gnashed his teeth. His muscular frame tensed up, angling his hips backward.

Then he slammed inside, balls-deep.

CLAP~!

Brown pubes met blonde pubic hair. The two connected in a passionate, deep way.

Her womb stretched as Peter's mushroom tip smeared leaking pre-cum. It lined her walls, invading her most private space.

Sweat began to glisten on their bodies, the stench of sex filling the hotel room. Neither cared as they lost themselves.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! You're in my wombbbbb!"

Yelena felt her eyes roll upward as Peter bottomed out inside her. She shamelessly milked him with a vice grip, trying her best to coax his seed.

The true fucking began after that.

Clap! Clap! Clap~!

"Fucking shittt," Yelena moaned mindlessly, his pace rapidly picking up. She felt her squelching pussy coat their bodies with her juices, his cock turning her brain to mush.

The carnal assault continued as Peter leaned down to suck her fat tits. His mouth suctioned her left nipple, his tongue flicking it as his hips bucked.

"You're, squelch~, so, squelch~, good!" He roared, the noises coming from her mound turning him on. He had never sheathed all 10 inches of his prick inside before, as his previous partners weren't made out of sturdy stuff like Yelena was.

Now that he knew what it felt like, the hero found himself growing intoxicated by the sensation.

"S-suck my tits! F-fuck my cunt!" Yelena begged as she latched on for dear life.

Peter listened, doing just as he was told. The sensation of her womb jerking off his cockhead was unbelievable.

Fucking her cervix and shaping her baby oven was overwhelming his senses. He couldn't stop thrusting constantly, acting like a perfect sex machine.

Clap! Clap! Clap~!

The sex amplified, Peter's pelvis making contact every second. Her ass was held in an iron-grip, being used as leverage to sheath himself deep.

Vulgar noises filled the room from their connected gentials to the low groans.

Thick discharge coated Peter's shaft, pooling at the base of his cock. Their pubic hair was coated in the fluid, the rutting session making them fuck in an animalistic manner.

Yelena didn't think rough sex could feel so good. Then again, there wasn't anybody quite like Peter Parker. She doubted anybody else could use her womb like he did, staining it with his stench.

"I won't, squelch~, hold on, squelch~, for much longer!" Peter warned as he kept the nipple in his mouth. Yelena's shameless milking of his meatpole was too much to handle.

Clap! Clap! Clap~!

His fat balls connected on the underside of her hindquarters. The Black Widow knew she was nearing her orgasm as well. It's only a miracle she managed to hold on this long.

"W-where do you want me to irng~-finish!?" Peter practically roared as he sucked her tit with gusto. Hearing Yelena's joyful mewls added to the heightened rutting.

"C-cum inside! I c-can't get nng~-pregnant!" Yelena promised with a pant. If she could get pregnant, then it would've been a sure shot. Peter was balls-deep in her womb; there was no denying his swimmers would've flooded inside.

Her training in the Red Room had injected her with a serum that ensured she couldn't conceive. It was a shame, but the benefits outweighed the negatives.

Although it did sadden Yelena, she would never know the joys of being a mother.

"Are you oh fuck~-sure!?"

"Yessss! Mmn~!"

Peter decided to trust her judgement. His pulsing cock demanded he finish inside anyway.

Reaching the cusp of his climax, Peter gave it all he had. His balls pounded away, his shaft pierced, and his hips pistoned.

Clap! Clap! Clap~!

Another round of fierce, balls-deep thrusts bombarded Yelena's senses. Peter was too good a lover.

Her body pressed against the wall. The rapid pounding made her back squish with sweat, her nails scratching with intense pleasure.

Drool began to leak out of the sides of her mouth. It was another level of pleasure when your womb was being used as a fuck toy.

"FUCKING SHIT! I'M GONNA CUM!" Peter yelled as he tensed his body. His mouth latched onto her strawberry nub, keeping it placed between his teeth.

"Cummm inshideeeeeeee~!" Yelena gurgled with pleasure. She just wanted to feel this man's spunk flood her baby oven.

He obliged her a moment later.

Spurt~!

Spurt~!

Spurt~!

Peter moaned as his cock pulsed, his urethra expanding as thick cream shot out. It launched forward like a broken faucet, his abs scrunched up as he kept her up.

Womb-drowning sperm flooded the crevices of Yelena's body. A sudden warmth made her feel so great, goosebumps traveled down her arms. It was the perfect sensation.

A sensation she had never felt before. The feeling of a man's virile seed sloshing in her womb.

Palming her buttocks, the hero ensured she took every inch as he came inside. If she wasn't going to get pregnant, then he was going to cum inside with everything he had.

"Youuuu fuckinggg shtudddd~!" Yelena groaned, her body twitching as a violent orgasm overtook her mind. She squirted honey onto their gentials, achieving her release alongside Peter.

While she assumed nothing would come from this union, Yelena couldn't have been more wrong.

Neither knew it, but Peter's DNA had been altered enough when getting his powers that it had some unforeseen side effects. Side effects that just so happened to erase the Red Room's serum. It negated its conception properties, meaning millions of sperm invaded the awaiting eggs.

"Damn...that was amazing," Peter chuckled after a moment, feeling trails of sweat down his forehead. "Let's go for round two."

Yelena was eager to agree, even in her fucked-stupid state.

His cock was still hard, and her pussy was still yearning.

The hotel room didn't get a single moment of rest that night.

...

The next day was much of the same. After fucking for hours nonstop, with only breaks to have shower sex, the pair became inseparable.

Gallons of seed had warmed Yelena's belly. The hero's limitless stamina and never-ending libido made her slosh with his spunk.

Unfortunately, Yelena had returned with her mission not accomplished.

Well, unfortunately for Valentina, that was. Yelena was pleased about the outcome herself.

After receiving a thorough verbal chewing and lots of yelling, Yelena left the director's office with a wide grin. Her sexual glow couldn't be dampened by anything, including her boss's angry tirade.

A month after their initial romp in the bedsheets, Yelena kept tabs on the webslinging hero. They talked often, occasionally meeting up to have extra fun.

Of course, she got a filling creampie each time. Where was the fun in unprotected sex if you weren't full of liquid warmth?

Now, however, Yelena was beginning to regret her decisions. The trained warrior was pacing back and forth, rubbing her forehead in distress.

The Thunderbolts were given the day off as a reward for doing so well recently. That meant she was alone at their headquarters, as her teammates were off doing their own thing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! He's gonna be so pissed!" Yelena chewed her lip while pacing, "I told him to cum inside! I thought the Red Room serum made me infertile! How the FUCK did this happen!?"

The reason for her panic was the fact that she had taken a pregnancy test earlier in the day. She had been vomiting and experiencing random aches.

Her doctor told her she might've been pregnant after a series of questions and evaluation. Laughing it off at the time, Yelena didn't think much of it.

It seemed the medical professional was right. She was indeed pregnant.

"I made him a father! What if he doesn't even want a kid?! What if he doesn't even want to be with me?!" Yelena groaned, palming her face. Sure, the two were having fun, but that didn't mean he wanted a romantic relationship with her.

The problem wasn't whether she would keep it; Yelena knew she would. The Red Room serum had crushed any dreams of having a family.

Now, she had her miracle child, and Yelena wasn't going to pass up this gift. She just felt guilty for unintentionally forcing a responsibility on Peter.

She had to make things right. Even if it shattered what blooming connection the pair had.

Yelena had faced explosions, been shot, taken on superbeings, and even been stabbed! Yet, delivering this news was perhaps the hardest thing in her life.

Pushing down her nerves, the woman grabbed her cellphone and dialed a specific number.

It only needed to ring once.

"Hey Yel!" Peter spoke on the other end of the phone. It was a nickname he gave her out of affection. "What's up?"

The blonde heard rushing winds from Peter's end. If she had to guess, he was likely swinging from building to building.

His schedule was even crazier than hers.

"Hey Peter..." Yelena began with a sigh, "...I have some news."

A few seconds ticked by, the normally talkative hero being silent. For some reason, that only made the pit in Yelena's stomach grow by two sizes.

The rushing wind stopped. The hero had likely found a stopping point, deciding to take the conversation seriously.

Spider-Man heard the sincerity in her voice and decided that this was important.

"You're worrying me. What's going on? Do you need help with something?"

There it was again, his selfless attitude that she adored.

"No...it's just that...I recently...you see..." Yelena started and stopped, hating herself for not coming out with it.

"Yel, talk to me. Why-"

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm pregnant!"

For Spider-Man, it felt like time stopped.

"You...are?"

His voice didn't sound annoyed, but instead curious. As if he were testing out the words for himself.

"I am." She agreed while trying her best to keep the tears from flowing, "...I'm sorry for forcing you into fatherhood. I thought that with my Red Room serum-"

"Don't apologize, there's nothing to apologize for. Having a child is a gift," Peter interrupted. His voice sounded so firm, so confident. It was the pillar Yelena needed to stand on.

Yelena nodded, breathing in deeply to try and collect her thoughts.

"...what do you want to do?" He asked hesitantly, waiting for a response.

"I want to keep it-"

"YES! OH MY GOD, YES!" Peter cheered from the other end. Yelena couldn't see it, but she pictured that the man was doing some silly dance.

No rotten Parker luck for him this time.

His hollering made her giggle softly. Now the tears of joy were flowing.

"You're happy about it? You're not...mad?" Yelena questioned with a smile. It felt so out of character for her to be so vulnerable when she was tough, but this situation was making her hormones wild. The announcement of being a mother made her very emotional.

"Mad? I've always wanted to be a father!" Peter shouted with glee, "I mean...I don't know! I'm so excited I don't know what to say! I have to go baby shopping, then I need to read up on some parenting books. Then-"

Yelena's melodic laughter broke his train of thought. It sounded nice, a ring he found enticing.

Smiling softly, Peter spoke once more.

"So what does that make us?"

"I was thinking we could try to make something work, if you're open to it," Yelena offered with a joyful giggle. She wiped her face, the tears soaking the back of her hands.

"How about we go back to the coffee shop we met at? We could have our first real date, with no ulterior motives," Peter offered.

Yelena liked the idea. It was like starting over with fresh intentions. It would be a healthy foundation to raise their child in.

"Yeah, I'd like that. We can talk more about it then..."

With wide grins, both ended the call on a great note. They had exciting plans to get ready for.

This went beyond casual sex; this was a chance at actual love. With a child on the way, both soon-to-be parents wanted to be honest. This was a new chance for both of them.

In the end, the Black Widow ensnared the Spider.