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Peter vs. The Seduction

Chapter 1

“Your assignment, should you choose to accept it. Is to get close to a spy and retrieve some…”

“When you say retrieve, you mean steal… right?”

Sigh, “yes, we just don’t call it that… as I was saying you are to retrieve information from them, without the target finding out. We bel… what?”

“Do we know what the information is? Is it a digital copy, paper, how do I keep the target from finding out, do I need to…”? He ran his finger across his throat.

“Geez Pete no, you don’t kill the target…” Clint said shocked, not noticing that Bucky, is trying to keep from laughing out loud.

“But what if the target catches me, is it kill or be killed, spy vs. spy….”

“You’re just fucking with me, aren’t you?” Clint said having noticed how hard Peter and Bucky are trying to keep from laughing.

“Of course. Okay so I’m retrieving the information, again what do we know, digital, paper, stone carvings?”

Sigh, “I now have the urge to track down Coulson and apologize, if I was even half as bad as this...” Clint muttered to himself.

Speaking normally, not that the other two people in the room, didn’t hear his mutterings just fine, due to them having enhanced senses. “We believe it will be on a USB drive. As I was saying you get in, distract the target, copy the data, and get out, without the target knowing.”

“Okay… sounds simple enough… why all this extra prep? Normally you guys tell me this person has something, we want it. I do my thwip thwip thing and get it.”

“Because the target is a spy, and colored costumes…”

“Excuse me, it is a uniform. Mr., I think purple is my best color, and my weapon of choice went out of fashion as soon as gun powder was invented…”

Bucky in between guffaws managed to say, “that’s an awfully long name Clint, might want to workshop it.”

Clint looked up, “FRIDAY, I don’t care how long it takes, please track down agent Coulson for me, I feel the urge to sincerely apologize and beg forgiveness, so that maybe karma will let me off the hook.”

“Of course, agent Barton.” It’s clear to the three people in the room that she is highly amused.

“Peter, this is a subtle mission for a spy, not a superhero, that’s why this is important. We don’t know what the information is specifically, just that it’s vitally important that we get a copy, so we know, without tipping off the target.” Clint said.

Peter sobered up, it’s one thing, to joke with Clint and Bucky, in the right time and place. “I’m sorry, okay so who and where is the target. Do we have any idea of how much information there is?”

“The target’s name is Sarah Walker. She likes the fine dining and multi-exits of hotel restaurants. This is all the information that SHIELD has on her.” Clint put a very thin file in front of Peter, he opened to see a blurry picture of a blonde woman that seems to be of average height, but it’s hard to tell from the image. The information list’s the woman’s name and known features. Blonde, blue eyes, however Peter knows that’s almost irrelevant, since hair and eye color can be changed. There is a list of what SHIELD thinks she’s done. Again, all painfully thin on details. “Unfortunately, it’s not much and the photo doesn’t do much good. However, I know what she looks like. Which is one of the reasons, we are doing this and not a regular SHIELD agent.”

“Question, if this is as important as you say, then why isn’t there a highly trained SHIELD agent, doing the meeting, instead of… you know… me?”

“One, you are highly trained, two I have history with the target, but I can’t do it because of that history. And lastly, she has a particular type, that she likes… when it comes to men. Nobody fits her particular desires, better then you.” Clint simply said.

“Wait, how am I getting the data?” Peter asked suddenly worried.

“How else, you have to seduce her well enough, so she’s distracted while you get the USB and somehow get us a copy.”

“Seduce her?! No, that can’t be right, I’m not… that’s not me, I have, I, I’m in a relationship… very, very happily in a relationship. I don’t want to risk, no I can’t… you can’t make me…”

“Peter, Peter, PETER!” Clint had to shout to calm him down. “Take a breath, calm down. We’re not telling you to cheat on Natasha. But this is different, lives are on the line. Seduce doesn’t automatically mean, fuck her.” Clint said, thinking blunt truth, would work best.

“I still, I can’t ruin this, she means too much to me.”

“You know, she’s had to do those missions.” Clint said.

Bucky, knowing that would not help, smacked Clint upside the head, he at least used his right hand instead of his slightly more metal left one.

“OW, what the hell man?” Clint said looking at Bucky, who just gave him a ‘are you stupid’ look. Then pointedly looked at Peter.

Clint looked back and winced, when it looked like Peter had shut down in shock. “She hasn’t had… since we’ve…”

“No, god no, Peter, she told Fury that she wouldn’t do those anymore. Not that she could, being an avenger makes it harder to go undercover.” Clint is actually happy about that.

For both Clint and Natasha that life has long since lost its luster.

The door opened and Natasha strolled in. “Can’t even hand out, a simple assignment.” She said to diffuse the tension in the room.

She walked over to sit next to Peter.

FRIDAY had called her, not that she’s surprised, she should have just been here, from the start.

“Nat…” Peter said, feeling overwhelmed.

“Shh, I’m here.” She said, as she placed her forehead on his.

She looked up at the two other men, in the room. “I’ve got this.”

Clint feeling really bad, started to apologize when Bucky just dragged him out of the room. He closed the door gently.

“Peter, look at me baby.” Natasha said she could feel Peter shaking.

“You haven’t had to… since we’ve…”

“No baby, I told Fury that I would not do those types of missions anymore. It’s a normal request when an agent gets into a serious relationship.”

“Serious?” Natasha can easily hear the hope, in Peter’s voice.

“Doesn’t get much more serious, then marriage. I know your mom did the same thing, when she met your dad.” Natasha said softly, smiling at how happy that made Peter.

“How…”

“Fury told me, after he found out about us.”

“How can they ask me to do…”

“Peter, you know I wouldn’t ask you to do something, if I thought it was dangerous, unless it was life or death. This isn’t life or death and it isn’t dangerous. Bucky and Clint will be nearby, in a van, monitoring you the whole time.”

“Not you?” Peter asked, he’s honestly not sure whether or not he would want her there, watching.

“No, I have another assignment, at the same time.” She pulled him close, “If I get finished, I’ll go and sit in the van with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. It’s a local mission.”

Natasha rubbed her thumb along Peter’s cheek, glad to see he’s calmed down. “This is also a test, for you. The same test that every agent gets. While Fury agreed you won’t be a normal agent, you still have to have the training, for whatever the mission is called for.”

“I, the only one I want to seduce is you.” Peter said knowing in his head it makes sense, but his heart… he almost feels ill, at the thought.

“That’s sweet and I’m glad, but if it came down to millions of lives on the line. I would not be mad if you had to. It’s part of the job, although fortunately extremely rare.” Natasha said.

“Come on, you have a couple of days to work on your seduction skills. Not sure if it’s better or worse, but at the academy this particular part of the training, is taught by men for men and women for women. However, Clint and Bucky are not suitable teachers.”

“Why, aren’t they both spies?”

“Well Clint is more of a spy hunter then a spy and he’s been married so long, that he’s really never had to use that skill. And Bucky has a completely different skill set. He’s not a traditional spy, more of a saboteur and assassin. In fact, the only one that might be any good would be Stark…”

“No, I’m not getting seduction techniques from my dad. His teasing is bad enough.” Peter stated. “I would rather muddle my way through, on my own, then that.”

Natasha smiled, knowing that would snap him out of his funk. “I know; however, you have the best resource around, me. I was called the black widow for a reason, even if I don’t have to use that particular set of skills, for anyone other than you.” Her smile turning soft, as she leaned into kiss him softly.

“I love you.” Peter whispered pulling her close, all thoughts of the mission gone, in the warmth and love and feeling of home, within her arms.

Natasha, her forehead on Peter’s temple, just whispers, “I know.” Which is just as good, as when she says ‘I love you’ back.

“Pepper is taking you to get a nice suit, tomorrow.”

“I have nice suits… wait, does she know why?”

“Not the details, she just knows you need a non-business suit, for a nice evening out. Which is what you have, business suits. There are small differences between them. While your business suits are flattering for you. They are still conservative, which is what you expect. An evening suit is flattering, and they are less conservative in their tone.” Natasha explained, as she too enjoys the feeling, of being within Peter’s arms and marvels at how safe she feels.

She has to agree with Peter. When he says, in her arms, he feels like he’s home.

Within his arms, is her home.

Peter trusting that she knows what needs to be done. Starts to gently caress her lower back, having slipped his hand under her shirt.

The soft moan she made, shot straight to his manhood.

He response to it, like he always does.

It’s clear that Natasha can tell he’s grown hard, against her waist. When she gives a slightly different moan. This one slightly higher and longer.

Peter doesn’t have to open his eyes, to know she has a smile on her face.

Peter brushed his nose along her neck, reveling in the way her breath catches, as he zeros in on all the spots, that drive her wild.

“I need you.” Natasha said nearly breathless. No longer surprised, at how well Peter, knows her body.

“Me too.”

“My room is close…” Natasha said as an option.

“But our place is private.” Peter countered. He doesn’t mind making love to Natasha here, but he’d rather do it in their place. “And I can web us there pretty fast… plus as I recall, you seem to very much enjoy web swinging.” Peter added with a slight smirk.

Natasha has to bite back a louder moan. He’s right, they discovered, by happy accident, that when she’s turned on, if he takes her web swinging, it drives her even wilder.

Part of it is having that body of his, against hers, and part of it is the adrenaline rush that goes with swinging fast at incredibly high heights and having absolute trust, that Peter won’t let her fall.

“I have my iron spider suit with me.” Peter said as additional incentive.

“Baby, you had me, at ‘our place.’” Natasha said smiling, as they put the folder away in the locked drawer, for just that purpose.

“Come on my beloved, let’s go home, so you can teach me, how to seduce you.” Peter said as they started to walk to the landing platform.

“Peter, you don’t need any help with that.” Natasha said, with a giggle.

Although they are aware of them. Neither give Clint and Bucky, a second glance, as they head out.

Both men smile at the look, well aware of what that means.

As they head towards the door, FRIDAY knowing what they are doing, opens it for them. They didn’t run into anyone else.

Once they are outside. Peter activates the suit and Karen knows to use the special variation. The nanites that form the suit, also spill over to Natasha, and form a plain black suit for her.

Basically, a stripped-down version of Peter’s suit. She can see through the mask and speak to Karen and Peter, if need be. As long as she remains close to Peter, the suit will stay formed.

However, she doesn’t have a housing unit, so if she moved away from him eventually, they would stop communicating and fall off like dust.

But since this is just to protect their identities, while web slinging. It’s more than enough.

Peter looked over, and even though she’s got a formless mask on, he can still see her. “пойдем домой.” (Let’s go home)

“да, давайте.” (Yes, lets) she responded wrapping her arms around him.

He put an arm around her tightly, and then counting down, for them to jump off, “3, 2, 1.” They jump and freefall for a few seconds, to get down closer to the lower buildings.

Peter reaching out with his free hand, to shoot a web and they started to slow their decent.

As they reach the peak of the swing, Peter is already releasing the web, to shoot the next one.

It took only a matter of minutes to reach the apartment, that Tony had gotten for Peter, that is close to ESU.

However, he’s already graduated with a PhD in Biochemistry with a master’s in engineering.

Peter and Natasha have been talking about moving somewhere else. As much as they like the place, it’s not near either the tower or May’s place.

Granted that’s not a big deal, when you can web swing across the city faster than most people can cross a city block.

Of course, Natasha is almost to the point were she’s rubbing her thighs together, she’s so turned on, she’s about ready to tell Karen to retract the suit and tear Peter’s clothes off.

The first time she felt that much desire for Peter, much less anyone else, it shocked her. She chalked it up to how much she has grown to love him. And how much he loves her.

This is far more then just simple lust, even though there is a healthy amount of that for both of them. She’d always found those, with a dancer’s or runner’s build much more attractive to her, then the usual bulky body builder type.

Peter can smell how turned on Natasha is, her scent the best aphrodisiac he’s ever known. Just the hint of her scent, and his body is pretty much instantly ready.

Natasha as soon as they landed spoke. “Karen… ‘it’s, go time’ protocol please.” She rolled her eyes as she shook her head at Peter’s slightly twisted sense of humor.

With a very amused tone, she said, “of course, agent Parker. Have a nice evening.” The suit retracted from both of them back into Peter’s housing unit.

Natasha with a smile told him as she almost dragged him into the bedroom, “we are going to change that name.”

“How about ‘it’s pizza time?’”

“No.”

“How about ‘play some Marvin Gaye?’”

“That’s better, but still no.”

“Barry White?”

“Never mind, I’ll think of something later. I forgot you are as bad about naming things as Stark.” Natasha said teasingly.

Before they were even two steps into the bedroom, they were removing their clothes. The fact that their mouths are fused together in a kiss makes it harder, but they have had plenty of practice of working around that.

They break the kiss and Peter kneels in front of Natasha. Even after so long, he still loves to undress her, to reveal her beautiful body to his eager eyes.

Natasha just relaxes and lets Peter treat her like his queen. There are times when she will turn the tables and undress him, but she loves the look of awe, he still has on his face, when he removes her shirt and bra. Then pulls down her pants and panties.

It never fails to turn her on, even more, to watch him grow hard in his boxers as he ‘unwraps’ her.

Peter gently but quickly undresses her; her scent is almost overwhelming him. He picks her up and gently places his nude goddess on their bed. Then he crawls towards her core, licking his lips in anticipation as he draws near.

Natasha loves to watch him stalk towards her, like a cat on the hunt. The hungry look in his face, makes her moan deep and low.

She spreads her legs, just as eager for his touch, as he is to touch her.

Peter kisses and nibbles on her inner thigh. His left hand going up to squeeze and tease her ladies.

It doesn’t take long because he needs to taste her. He licks her lower lips, moaning at her juices, that have started gathering there since before they left the tower.

He sometimes wonders if he should be concerned at how much he’s addicted to her taste, but that thought doesn’t stick around long.

He’ll happily be addicted to it… and more importantly her, for the rest of his life.

Peter after a few tentative licks, pushes his tongue as deep into her pussy as he can. He wiggles it around as his right hand comes up to start rubbing her clit.

Natasha getting lost in his touch, her right hand holding Peter’s left to her breast, while her left is alternating between trying to pull his head deeper into her and gripping his hair when a particularly powerful wave of pleasure pulses through her.

Soon she’s whispering his name, as if praying, as her orgasm builds.

Soon Peter can tell she’s close, so he takes his right hand and starts to stroke two fingers in her channel as his mouth moves up to suck on her clit.

Right before she falls over that cliff, he hums as he sucks extra hard and using his teeth to lightly scrape along her clit. His fingers knowing just were the little nub that is her G-spot is and starts to brush against it moving faster.

Her back arches and she screams in pleasure as her orgasm hits her.

Then because just giving her one orgasm, is never enough for him, he lets up slightly for a few minutes then goes at it again.

Her hands grip him extra tight as he pushes her rapidly towards a second, then a third orgasm.

Finally, she starts to weakly push him away. He won’t stop until she begs him to stop.

Peter lets up, ecstatic as always to give her that much pleasure.

Peter slowly kisses his way up her body. From her tummy to her abs, to her breasts. He spends a while sucking and nibbling on her ladies. Those firm full breasts have haunted his dreams since the first time they made out on his bed, and it took all of their willpower to stop.

Natasha taking a few minutes to recover from the overload of pleasure, just rests her hand on Peter’s head. She revels in how much he loves to worship her body.

Thankfully it’s not just her body, if it was, she would be disappointed. He worships all of her. Her mind, her body, even her soul.

That is one of the many reasons she loves him so much.

She cups Peter’s face with both of her hands and with a soft sated smile she pulls him up to her. “come here my love.” She moans at the familiar feeling of his body settling on hers, their bodies automatically adjusting to each other. She moans at feeling his still boxer covered cock, as it brushes against her pussy lips, still tingling from his touch.

Her taste on his lips as she kisses him sends another shot of desire through her. She wants his cock in her, but first she wants to return the favor.

She pushes him over and getting up, her legs still slightly trembling, from the aftershocks, she smiles and says, “my turn.”

She nibbles on all the spots of his neck that drive him wild. Moving down, she bites and sucks on his collarbone. She loves that he loves when she marks him with a hicky.

She then moves down after smiling at the soft moans and groans he’s making and the way he’s shifting his hips as he subconsciously tries to create a little friction for his cock in his boxers.

She licks and nibbles on his male nipples that are as hard as her’s have been.

Moving down she nips at his tone abs, marveling at how tone he is, she can see every muscle twitch as she does. Her hand moves down to slide up into his boxers lightly brushing his manhood, as his hips twitch at her touch. She cups his balls and lightly scratches them, listening to his sharp intake of breath.

She then removes her hand, smirking at his soft whine at the loss of her touch. It turns into a deep moan, when she starts to pull his boxers down, and he automatically lifts his hips, letting her pull them down to reveal her prize inside.

She pulls the boxers off and throws them over her shoulder, not caring where they end up. What she wants is standing tall, and rock hard, begging for her attention. She licks her lips, at seeing the head glisten from his pre-cum.

Her hand gently wraps around the base of his cock. Her thumb brushing the underside. She smiles looking up at Peter’s face, his eyes are closed.

He’s got a blissful look, that she loves to see.

She leans down to place the flat of her tongue, on the underside of his cock, she slowly licks up.

His hips lift to follow her tongue, but she pushes them back down, before she takes the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, she sucks ever so slightly.

Peter gives a loud moan, as the muscles in his body tighten up, in anticipation.

Natasha slowly sucks on the head, taking her time, she lets her tongue hang down to lick up the underside of his cock every few minutes.

Then she relaxes her throat and putting her hand on his hip, to keep him from thrusting up to hard. She takes him all the way into her mouth.

She’d learned long ago, when she deep throats him, to make sure her hand’s on his hip, so she can move up with him when his hips flex at her warm wet mouth taking him all the way down to his body. She hums watching as he moans and his hands grip the sheets, his fists are so tightly clinched she can see every arm muscle flex. She’s made him tear holes in the sheets when she gets him really going.

It doesn’t take long, before he starts whispering her name reverently, and saying he’s close. She knows part of it is, she’s that good, but part of it, Peter never lasts long, when she has him like this.

She moves her mouth back, until she’s just sucking and licking the head. Just before his abs tighten and he opens his mouth in a silent scream, as his body arches up, as he releases into her mouth.

She swallows his fluids, until his body drops, panting as his body, seems to melt into the bed.

She gently keeps sucking, until his hands weakly come down to push her away, muttering “please.” He’s so overstimulated that his thigh muscles are weakly flexing because of the stimulation.

She releases his cock with a sloppy pop and smiles when he moans.

She works her way back up his body. Taking her time to taste his sweaty skin.

She always finds it amusing, that during training, his stamina is usually so good he rarely sweats, unless they push extra hard. However, every time she takes him into her mouth, he ends up sweating.

By the time she’s moved up his body, he’s ‘up.’ She really enjoys his spider-stamina. He usually will wear her out. Even when he does most of the work.

“God, I love you so much.” Peter whispers with a soft smile, when he opens his eyes, to see her smiling down at him.

She loves how he can say stuff like that and make even those simple words, mean so much. She had never been so beautifully complimented before he started telling her things like that.

That plus, she can feel him growing hard again, against her waist.

Did she mention how much she loves his stamina.

Peter leans up to kiss her. His tongue mimicking what they are about to do.

She reaches down to grab him as he moans in her mouth, at her touch, to guide him to her center. Sometimes they drag it out, but today she needs him in her, now. She pushes his cock deep into her pussy as they swallow each other’s moans.

She leans back as she slides all the way down his cock. Her thighs touching his hips, just stops for a moment, to enjoy the way he fills her.

And just how right it feels.

Peter isn’t idle, he leans up to take one of her nipples into his mouth as he sucks and nibbles on them. His left hand gently running up her thigh, brushing her abs as it moves to start kneading her other breast.

Her head falls back as the wave starts to build, when his right-hand snakes down to start lightly brushing her clit.

Sometimes she gets so lost in the pleasure, he’s giving her, that she forgets to move, and gets reminded when his hips start to squirm and his cock twitches inside her.

She starts to move up and down on him. Her arms wrapped around his head as she starts to thrust on his manhood. Her head drops forward as her eyes close in all the things he’s doing to her.

Peter is losing his battle of being able to concentrate on pleasuring Natasha, with the wet heat that is gripping his cock, to the way her warm breath is softly brushing his neck to the moans and whimpers she’s making.

She can feel them both close as she speeds up her thrusts. She starts to ride him harder, as he softly begs, “fuck me, Natalia, please, fuck me…”

She lays with him back on the bed as she uses her flexibility to keep sliding him in and out of her.

Her left-hand slides down to his right and they entwine fingers. Their mouths find each other’s again as they keep pushing each other over the cliff.

Peter’s left hand took over brushing her clit, pushing her that much faster over the edge, but she can tell he’s right behind her.

When their orgasms hit, their entwined hands tighten, and Peter arches up, as her channel grips his cock. Natasha’s head landed on Peter’s shoulder and she bites him, to keep from crying out in the wave of pleasure.

She can feel his warm fluids shoot deep inside her.

She collapses on Peter and he wraps his free arm around her holding her close. He gently kisses her face, neck, whatever he can reach. In between he whispers how much he loves her.

She loves this part as much as when they are in the middle of the act. They cuddle together and they bask in the afterglow.

Resting for a few short minutes, before he’s ready to go again. She feels so much love from his words and his touch, and the way their hands are still entwined.

Soon she moans at feeling him grow hard still inside of her, he’d softened a little, but still stayed inside of her channel.

Peter wrapped both arms around her and gently turned her onto her back. They kissed as Peter started to slide in and out of her.

“That’s it baby, fuck me… please, fuck me…” Natasha whispered into his ears, as she nibbled on his earlobe.

Peter using his natural and unnatural flexibility to remain in contact with her and drive himself as deep into her channel as he can.

They entwined both of their hands as Peter nibbled on her neck, and then returned the favor from earlier by giving her, his own hicky.

She arched her back and they both moaned as her sensitive breasts brushed his chest.

He looked down and saw that her nipples are just begging for his mouth, so he has to oblige them. He alternates between each breast with his mouth as her hands’ grips tighten in his.

This time he takes it slow, wanting to draw out their pleasure as much as possible.

Eventually they both need him to speed up, and soon he’s thrusting into her hot wet channel faster with their breathy moans matching their increasing speed.

Soon she’s urgently whispering, “пожалуйста... сильнее... ох, бля, не останавливай Питера... пожалуйста, не останавливайся….” (please... harder... oh fuck, don't stop Peter... please don't stop....)

Peter has just enough brain power left, to think, ‘God, I love her accent.’

They both fall over that cliff as a huge orgasm hits them both at the same time.

It hit her so hard, she had two at the same time. Peter once again his mouth open in a silent scream as he arches his back, subconsciously trying to put his load as deep into her womb, as possible.

He collapsed onto his side, pulling her close as they spent several minutes just panting, to catch their breath.

They spent several minutes just touching, soft gentle caresses and kisses, to show their love for each other.

They spent a little while, just being content in each other’s arms.

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Natasha has always been able to read Peter, it was one of the many reasons she’s the best person to train him, especially in the beginning when Peter wouldn’t tell anyone if he was hurt physically,  mentally, or even emotionally.

Later when Peter learned that it was okay for him to show weakness around the team. There are still times when he would revert, and she would have to step in to protect him from himself.

Now, after just having spent an hour making love to each other. She can tell he’s got something bothering him. It’s not a mystery, what his mind is chewing on… mentally.

She’s just trying to figure out how long to let it go on before she says something.

“Peter, are you sure you really want to know?” She finally asked, she could have let him stew a bit longer, but she would rather have the subject out in the open and cleared up.

Peter winced, he knew she could tell, he’d been thinking hard, about something that had nothing to do with physics or chemistry or well you get the point. “I, uh, not exactly, but at the same time it’s like an itch that won’t go away…”

Natasha just snuggled closer to Peter, put her chin on his chest to look him in the eyes. “You think the best time to talk about my past… experience is right after we just made love, and we are both still naked?”

“No, I mean, guh, I know you are… were the black widow, I know you know what you’re doing….”

“Peter, can I let you in on a secret, that will likely shock you?”

“I, uh… is it going to be a good shock?”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out.” Natasha countered.

“I don’t want specifics, I know that’s what guys say, but I really don’t.”

Natasha smiled, “Women don’t really want specifics either, nobody wants to know about a person’s past sexual experience. Not normally.” She waited a few minutes to see what Peter would do, but he just continued to watch her as she watched him. She could honestly spend all day just laying there with him in their bed, naked. She looks deep into his eyes the color of warm chocolate. “Peter, it might surprise you to know, that you’ve had more sex then I have.” Natasha stopped, she smiled when she saw the words register in Peter’s mind, and he seem to freeze up. It’s almost, like his brain shut down, but she can see his face making small facial twitches, like his body is wanting to react a certain way, but his brain is trying to override it.

Natasha just started to giggle, as she reached a hand up to touch one of the twitches. “Peter, do I need to reboot you?” she teased.

“No… I, uh… I…”

“Oh Peter, it’s okay to react, I know it’s a surprise.” Natasha let her man off the hook, before he slipped a gear in his brain.

“I, okay, I believe you, but… how… how do you know?”

“Peter, you know that the title of black widow has a certain… reputation that comes with it.”

“Yeah…”

“Well the truth is most of that is exaggerated. Starting back long before I earned the title. Peter, spies don’t really have casual sex. James Bond isn’t realistic. It’s even more important for a female spy to be careful. There has been more then one spy, both male and female, that have forgotten and died due to casual sex. And those seduction missions, that have you so worked up?”

Peter nodded, again he looks like he’s sucking on something slightly sour.

“99% of the time, it doesn’t lead to sex. Most of them are completed before intercourse is even an issue. And yes, that includes me, I’ve had a lot of seduction missions, in my time as the black widow. However, none of them led to sex.”

“Wait are you saying you’re a…”

“A virgin?” Natasha asked.

“Well I know you’re not now, but before…” Peter couldn’t help but say.

Natasha giggled again. “No baby, I hate to break it to you, but I wasn’t a virgin, the first time we made love.”

“Oh, that makes sense…” Peter said, the sour look is back.

“You’re such a guy.” Natasha said smiling. “Peter, the reason I know you have had more sex then me, is you spent almost 2 years with MJ and you both had sex regularly.”

Peter blushed slightly, he’s not ashamed but still he doesn’t like to talk about his sexual past, anymore then Natasha would want to hear about it.

“Peter, I want you to pay attention to what I’m about to tell you, because it will blow your mind. You are the first boyfriend I’ve ever had. You are the first man; I’ve ever fallen in love with."

This time Peter’s mind did shut down. Natasha giggled again knowing he would react that way. She just laid there and watched Peter process what she’s said.

“I’m… I’m the only man you will ever love?”

“I said you are the first man.”

“I know, and since I don’t plan on letting you get away, and you are the only woman I will ever love, and I want to be the only man you will ever love.”

“That’s a nice sentiment but realistically we can’t know that.”

“I know; however, I want to be unrealistic in this.”

“I’d like that too; I want to be the only woman you ever love.” Natasha, marvels at how far her life has come, just a few years ago, she was one of the most feared assassins. Her reputation alone often did half the work for her. Of course, there were times, when her reputation made her job harder.

Clint rescued her from what she knew, would be an early grave. That is the legacy of the black widow. They either outlive their usefulness, in the red room, and get ‘retired’ or one of their enemies gets in that lucky shot.

She didn’t want to end up like that, so it wasn’t that hard to take Clint up on his offer. She knew SHIELD was a safer choice then the red room or even hydra or one of the other little tinpot terrorist groups that always seem to pop up only to be quickly eliminated and their leftovers absorbed into another group.

Then she was given the best assignment of her life, to babysit a spoiled billionaire, superhero.

Because it led her, to the family she has now, and the man she loves.

The man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

She never thought she would be here.

Like she told May a while back, growing up she never expected to have a stable life, or even be alive at this point.

Yet here she is, alive, in a stable happy relationship, she doesn’t have to do jobs that leave her feeling dirty and unclean.

She loves and is loved by, the best man she knows.

This is a dream; she didn’t even know she wanted… come true.

Peter watched Natasha get lost in thought and glad for the temporary reprieve. He still needed to process what she’d told him. After he thought about it for a few minutes, what she said made sense.

He’d always known that she didn’t treat sex casually. That is one of the many things he loves about her.

Both of them, take matters of the heart seriously.

He gently caressed her face as he watched her thinking.

He could honestly spend the rest of his life, just laying here staring into her vivid green eyes. He’s gotten better at reading her. But there are still times, he can’t read the mystery, that swirls in their emerald depths.

He can tell right now she’s feeling introspective. Likely thinking about her past and how far she’s come. She will occasionally do that when they are talking about the future or his past, they rarely talk about her past.

He will never push but always listen. She has gotten better about opening up about her past. They have more in common then he expected.

He touched her cheek gently getting her attention. “My queen, may I interest you in a shower, so that I might worship your body?”

Natasha felt another pulse of desire rush through her, she thought, ‘god if this man isn’t turning me into a horny teenager.’ They can’t… or more accurately don’t want to… stop.

She climbed out of the bed and smirked at the moan from Peter, at seeing her naked body. Even after just making love several times today, he’s still turned on by her.

He jumps out to follow her, scooping her up in his arms to kiss her, as he uses his Spidey-sense to keep from tripping on anything in the short distance between the bed and the master bathroom.

She leans in to turn on the water and moans when Peter moves up behind her. His hands on her hips as he gently rubs himself, against her.

She felt his cock, once again hard, pressed against her ass.

When her scent hits his nose he smirks and says, “you are insatiable.”

“Me?! You’re the one that keeps turning me on.”

“Seems only fair, since I can’t get enough of you.” He said a mix of love, awe and a little male pride.

She turned to wrap her arms around him, kissing him once, twice, before she softly added, “I can’t get enough of you, either.”

They step into the shower, she turns to wrap her arms around him, as he lifts her up, she reaches down to stroke his cock, then guide it to her eager pussy. They moan deeply as she sinks down on to his length.

His left hand goes against the shower wall, as his right holds her against him. She starts to rock on his length.

They are both too keyed up to draw it out, Peter leans down to take her nipples into his mouth. As she slides up and down on him.

Soon she arches her back as he releases another load in her.

They spend a few minutes just holding each other. Since he can bench-press buses, it’s not like she’s heavy.

They deeply kiss, as Peter holds her close to him.

Then she lifts off of his spent cock, and he sets her down. He grabs her shampoo and she relax into his touch as he washes her hair and body.

She returns the favor like she always does, then they dry off and make dinner for the night.

After relaxing for a while, they had to bed.

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The next day, they headed to the tower. Peter when to work in the lab, working with the other scientist and interns to perfect biofuels. Bioengineering algae to increase their energy output. They are also collaborating with a couple of universities to engineer bacteria that will break down different types of pollutants such as nuclear waste, and oil spills.

Natasha went upstairs to work out. She let Clint mutter an apology for the day before, before she threatened to use him as her training partner. He beat a hasty retreat at that.

Around 5pm Peter went upstairs to the common room. He had to meet with Clint and Bucky to go over some details, then find out when he’s going suit shopping, with Pepper.

FRIDAY directed Peter to the conference room they had used the day before. “No Natasha?” Peter asked not seeing his other half with Clint and Bucky.

“No, we… she decided not to be involved in this part. However, she said you can ask her whatever you want.” Clint said.

So, Clint led the brief, telling Peter which hotel she is going to be at, in 3 days. He had FRIDAY show Peter what the place looks like and the blueprints.

They went over contingency plans if Peter is compromised. They talked about where Clint and Bucky will be.

Bucky mostly stayed quiet, offering an occasional comment or suggestion, especially when they talked about escape routes Peter might need to take, if she has a team, they don’t know about.

They also covered what to do, if this is all an elaborate ruse to get to him. It’s not outside the realm of possibility that they would do this to capture Peter.

Whether they know about his alter ego or not.

Once Peter’s connection to Stark became known, there had been at least one attempt to get him. SHIELD told them they had foiled at least one other as well.

After about 2 hours of planning FRIDAY interrupted.

“Agent Barton, I was able to make contact with agent Coulson.”

“Great FRIDAY, do you have a way for me to contact him?” Clint asked.

“No, he did however mention he would be sending you an email, perhaps he will provide a way to communicate in that?” FRIDAY told him.

Clint narrowed his eyes, FRIDAY has over the years, of dealing with the team and the employees at SI, has gotten better at sounding more human. He can detect a hint of something in her voice, it sounds like amusement.

And based on the smirk that Peter is giving him, confirms she is amused about something. Peter has always been better at intuiting FRIDAY’s tones.

Not to mention the team.

Peter always seems to know when one of the team is having troubles. Especially the one member of the team that had spent her whole life, hiding how she really feels.

Clint is sure that once Peter learned how to ‘read’ Natasha the rest of the team was easy.

However, that was set to the side when he pulled up his email on his phone, he saw a new email from Coulson.

Clint,

FRIDAY contacted me and told me about your ‘request.’

While I ‘could’ give you a way to contact me to ‘apologize.’ I’m not going to.

For the record you were far… far worse than Peter and Sgt. Barnes.

So, tell them thank you, for the good 20 minutes of laughter, that I really needed.

And I guess you’ll just have to work harder to find me.

Coulson

P.S. that $20 you owe me, is now Natasha’s… she bet me, you couldn’t do the mission brief… without screwing it up.

Natasha walked into the conference room with a smirk and her hand out.

“FRIDAY told me, pay up.” She said.

Clint sighed and reached for his wallet. Pulling out a twenty and handing it to her. “I thought you were my partner…” Clint said whining.

Her smirk grew bigger, “nope, sorry dear, I traded you in for a better model.” She pointed to Peter who’s currently blushing and laughing at the same time.

“Figures I would be traded in for a younger prettier model.” Clint said.

“Come on it’s time for dinner, then Peter and I, need to work out.” Natasha said smirking.

“Workout… is that what you call it?” Bucky asked, feeling amused.

“Funny, Clint…” Natasha said looking dryly at Bucky.

Peter just put his arm around Natasha and guided her out the door. Knowing that Clint and Bucky can draw her into a verbal battle easier than anyone else. Bucky knows he can hold his own against Natasha for the most part, and Clint’s so used to being her sparring partner, meaning punching bag, he’s used to it.

During dinner Pepper told Peter they would go tomorrow after work to get him a nice evening suit.

That led the team, not in the know, to wonder why.

They all figured Peter is either doing some sort of SI function, that they hopefully won’t have to, or Natasha and Peter have a date at a nice restaurant.

After dinner, Natasha and Peter went to the gym for her to put him through his paces. At this point she’s taught him most everything she knows, and now they spar just to keep each other sharp. Times she will teach him spy tricks with or without either Clint and/or Bucky.

Sometimes Bucky or Steve will join, but Steve’s learned not to get in the middle of them, too often. Peter doesn’t hold back, as much on him, as he does on the others.

Steve’s more often than not, walked away with bruises. At the beginning so would Peter, but lately Peter’s gotten so good and fast, that Steve can barely hit him. So, he usually will stick with Bucky and Sam, or if they have team training.

Then Peter and Natasha went to her room to get cleaned up, they made love in the shower.

Afterwards ignoring the knowing looks from the team, when they joined them, for movie night. The team can see how happy and relaxed they both, especially Natasha, are.

Afterwards Peter webbed them home, and they made love several more times. Then fell asleep happily and securely wrapped in each other’s arms.

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The next day was mostly the same, during the day, for Peter. Afterwards he went to Pepper’s office, to wait for her to finish, and they went to Tony’s favorite tailor.

Pepper and Peter picked an evening suit, that looked best on him.

Then the tailor already having Peter’s measurements from previous suits, got started. Telling them the suit would be ready day after tomorrow at the latest.

Peter went on patrol for several hours, when they got back. Karen told Peter as he finished patrolling that Natasha is waiting for him, at home.

Peter can’t help but feel so overjoyed and peaceful, when he thinks of her, waiting at their home.

She has been spending every night with Peter for the last few months. Since they told the team about them, even before that… she would spend 6 to 7 nights a week with him, or he would stay with her in the tower.

He’d gotten good at sneaking through the vents and FRIDAY doesn’t monitor bedrooms or internal vents.

So, she never knew that Peter had spent several nights a week with her.

At least not until after, they told the team.

She muttered good natured, how she might have to talk to the boss, about putting surveillance and a defensive system, in the vents. In order to keep anyone from just going to anyone’s room.

Peter headed home, nothing major had happened. A few robbery attempts, a few lost tourists, even a few not so lost tourists that just wanted Spider-Man’s picture. Peter has now met someone from every state in the union and every country.

Peter softly landed in his apartment from the skylight. Smiling to see Natasha, laying on the couch, watching a movie. She looks half asleep. Peter just takes off his suit and joins her on the couch. He moves behind her and wraps his arms around her, as she leans back, into his embrace.

Peter spent the entire movie touching and gently kissing her, then paying any attention to the movie.

Not that she’s really paying attention to it either.

If the way she’s wiggling her ass on his cock, that had become rock hard, within seconds of feeling her warm delectable body, pressed against his, is any indication.

After the movie ended, Peter shut it off and then gently picking her up bridal style, he carries her into their bedroom.

She started to get up to do her usual security check, but Peter with a gentle touch told her he’d do it.

She just nodded in agreement.

It’s a milestone for them. This is the first time she’s let him do the security sweep. At least when she’s not dead to the world.

They both know she’s not that tired. She is more than capable of doing the sweep, but she now feels comfortable and more importantly safe enough to let Peter do it.

Peter did his sweep, taking his time. He wanted to make sure he did it right. Then he went and got ready for bed. As he pulled her close, he gently kissed her and whispered, “thank you.”

Natasha just sighed contently in Peter’s arms, and smiled softly whispering “you’re welcome,” as she snuggled closer to him.

They spent a while gently kissing and touching, before the urge to connect intimately, took over.

Peter’s hand dipped under her shirt and his fingers just gently brushed her soft skin. As desire took him over, his hand slowly moved up towards her breasts. He went slow to give her plenty of time, to stop him if she wanted to.

She didn’t, she smiled as a moan slipped out of her, when his fingers first brushed her breast. She reached down and pulled her shirt off. Even though he knew she didn’t have a bra on, he moaned at seeing his goddess topless.

His mouth moving on its own, moved over to take her nipple into his mouth as he nibbled and sucked on one of them. His hand that had been touching her, moved over to knead her other breast.

Natasha ran one of her hands, through Peter’s soft silky hair. She had been getting him better hair care products and since they usually wash each other, she knows he uses them.

It shows, his hair is almost as silky, as hers.

Her other hand moved down to brush along Peter’s abs, on her way to his cock, that is once again rock hard, after the first few moans, and it was twitching as soon as he made contact with her breasts.

She delighted in the moan he made, when she reached into his boxers, and wrapped a soft hand around his hardness. She moaned when his hips involuntarily flex, after she rubbed her thumb over his cockhead.

She soon needs more contact. She got up on her knees and took off her panties. She giggled again, when Peter almost literally tore his boxers off of him.

She can see him react to her scent, she knows she’s wet and knows that drives Peter wild. His enhanced sense of smell can be a detriment at times, but at times like these, when you wouldn’t normally be able to smell her scent, he can.

He soon joined her on his knees in the middle of the bed, the need to touch and kiss her overwhelming.

She lays down on her back, spreading her legs, as she beckons him with her finger, and with a come-hither look, tells him, “come here lover.”

Peter never having to be told twice, is quick but careful, to join her. She reaches down gripping his hardness, guiding it towards her center.

As he pushes into her, he drops his head on her shoulder, at the feel of her hot wet channel, gripping him.

She wants to be on top this time, so she gripped his hips with her thighs, and flipped them. She leans back and started to ride him hard.

She put her hands on his chest, for leverage. She rises and falls on his cock, as quick as she can. Loving the friction that is created.

She moans when Peter spanks her ass cheek, “oh yes baby, spank your bad girl…” she said.

Peter loves when they call each other either bad girl or bad boy, so his cock twitched inside of Natasha. He spanks her a couple more times. Hard but not too hard.

She takes Peter’s hands into hers and they entwine fingers.

Peter sits up to take one of her heaving breasts into his mouth, moving his head with her movements.

It doesn’t take long before Peter is panting, trying to hold out. She pushes even faster, wanting him to explode in her. She’d already had one orgasm. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Cum for me baby.” He let go and released a load deep inside of her.

Which triggers another orgasm for her, she’s found that she gets off. When she feels him shoot his load, deep inside of her.

He gently pulls her down to lay on him, as he holds her close, kissing and caressing her, as their bodies calm down.

“I’m glad you modified the bed, I’m pretty sure the downstairs and next-door neighbors, enjoys that fact even more.” Natasha said.

It’s true when they started to regularly have sex here, often for hours, the bed would squeak like you would expect it to.

So, Peter cognizant of how loud it can get, brought some material home and quieted the springs. And cushion the headboard that has almost put holes in the wall behind it, more than once.

Now, as for how loud they can get… that can’t be helped.

He’s noticed a few odd looks from his neighbors, the days after he and Natasha will have a particularly good… meaning loud, sex session.

He’s heard a few of his neighbors wonder if he’s an escort.

Natasha makes it a habit to not be seen. Not only does she enjoy the thrill of sneaking into and out of a place and not be seen, but it’s also kept her alive more than once.

Peter flipped them over and started to thrust into her again. She wrapped her arms and legs around Peter and holds on, this time enjoying the ride.

She closes her eyes, and just let herself, feel him in her. Peter kissed her neck, jaw, her mouth as their tongues dueled for dominance.

She entwined one of his hands in hers.

Peter drove them both over the edge and they both end up panting as their bodies cool down.

They get up and clean up, then head back to bed. Falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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The next day is no different. Peter spent part of the day with Clint and Bucky finalizing plans. Clint had been at SHIELD HQ making sure Sarah Walker’s schedule hadn’t deviated. If she changed her plans it could mean she’s aware that SHIELD is on to her, and the mission will have to be modified or maybe even scrapped.

He told Peter that agents had gotten pictures of the woman checking in, she’s scheduled to meet with a seller that evening and head out the day after to keep others from knowing. Otherwise she would have come in, done the buying and left. But SHIELD looks for that sort of thing.

Peter asked if he could see some of the pictures, but he was told that due to the lower priority of the mission, I.E. meaning the avengers have access to tech that regular agents don’t, so other missions get higher priority.

That means that the photos haven’t been developed and cleared yet.

Peter thinks that’s a little unusual, but he’s heard about avenger led missions being lower priority, due to their connection to Stark. He can provide them, with whatever they need.

Plus, Natasha, Clint, and even Bucky have their own contacts to get information.

For local missions Peter, or more accurately Spider-Man has contacts.

He still has to laugh at that thought, he has contacts. Not just with other vigilantes, but some underworld contacts. There are a few more good-hearted, underworld contacts that owes Spidey a favor or two.

Even just random people that have seen something, but don’t want to get involved with the police. They will flag him down and tell him.

FRIDAY tells Peter that the tailor has called, the suit is ready.

He heads over to pick it up, taking the time to put it on at the shop, so the tailor can make sure it fits okay.

There were a few customers in the shop, that see Peter in his suit.

They all seemed to be practically drooling.

Peter of course, saw all this, and had to fight a blush. He’s still not used to having others, react like that, around him.

At least when he’s not, in the skintight suit, of his alter ego.

He’s long since gotten over being cat called as he swings, or if he’s just perched on a ledge or water tower, looking for any problems.

Not just women, but more than a few men have said stuff, that makes him blush a deep red. He’s always glad to wear a full head mask.

Of course, if there is a particularly amusing cat call. Karen will, much to his dismay, share it with the team.

Although it does boost his male ego just a little, to see how jealous Natasha can get, if a particularly attractive woman does it.

Not that Peter would have any interest.

Nobody has ever… will ever… compare to Natasha.

A fact that he will gladly tell her, for the rest of their lives.

At the same time, Peter tries not to let the way SHIELD agents, who are a mix of James Bond and movie stars, attempt to convince Natasha to partner up with them… get to him too much.

Still he’s gotten more than a little hot under the collar, a few times.

He’s gone with her to SHIELD HQ on more than one occasion and had to endure agents, mostly men but some women who will come up to them, blatantly hitting on Natasha, while ignoring him.

He knows she doesn’t like it either, but they want to keep their relationship off everyone’s radar.

There would be too many questions about how he knows her. At least now that his internship is known, the need for secrecy isn’t as imperative.

Still, Peter doesn’t want to let all of SHIELD know, that he’s Spider-Man. So, he considers it important to become an actual agent, that way the why is irrelevant.

And Peter will take great pleasure, in walking into SHIELD, as her partner.

Not having to hide their relationship.

Peter changed and took the suit, back to the tower. Pepper found him, when FRIDAY told her, he had returned. She has Peter model it for her and Natasha.

Pepper and Natasha were both happy with the way it turned out.

Natasha’s look turned just a little darker and smoky, as desire at seeing him, spiked.

Pepper smirked and turned to head out. She mutters under her breath, just loud enough for them both to hear, about ‘young love,’ and something about rabbits.

Peter changed back, with Natasha right there. It’s not like they haven’t seen each other in their birthday suits many, many times.

After that Peter went to meet with Clint and Bucky again.

Before they got called to dinner, Peter asked, “why haven’t you been teaching me any seduction techniques?”

“I’m pretty sure, if you can seduce the black widow, you don’t need my help.” Clint said amused.

Bucky smirked but nodded, adding, “Peter we’ve seen you being smooth and confidant. That is 90% of seduction. You work better when you go with your instinct. However, if you run into any trouble tomorrow, we’ll be right there with you… in your ear, in a van 200 yards away.”

“I agree, you will do fine.” Natasha’s voice said in the doorway. “As loath as I am to admit Clint is right…. However, Bucky is even more correct.”

She came in and dragged Peter out of the room, seeing him in that suit, has left her a little bit turned on, all afternoon and she’s looking forward to getting him home.

“Are you turned on?” Peter asked her quietly.

“Why do you ask?” Natasha responded.

“You get extra handsy and like dragging me out of a room, when you’re mad, or on the verge of being very happy.” Peter said.

“Maybe I’m mad at something.”

“No, you’re not.” Peter said with a slight smirk.

“How do you know?”

Peter’s smirk got slightly bigger as he tapped his nose.

Natasha knew she was a little bit wet, from seeing Peter in his suit, and then him changing in front of her. She knew his enhanced sense of smell would pick up on it.

“Trust me, I’ve been breathing through my mouth. To keep my body, from reacting like it normally does, when you drive me crazy like this.” Peter said, softly nuzzling against her neck, he can’t help it, her scent does that to him. “Do you think we might have time, to slip away to one of our rooms for a few very long minutes.” Peter asked, part in joking, but partly serious.

“NO!” Pepper shouted from the kitchen. “Dinner is almost ready; you can contain yourselves for a little while.” She added amused. Nobody could hear them, but Peter’s and Natasha’s body language was obvious. That and they were both starting to turn towards their bedrooms. Of course, she’d been there when Peter modeled the suit and she’d known how Natasha had been… excited.

Of course, dinner was full of the team teasing them about their condition. Both Natasha and Peter took it good natured. It has amused the team how affectionate Natasha is with Peter.

After they both put their empty plates in the sink to be cleaned. She dragged him towards their neighboring rooms.

There were a few quiet amused snickers at that.

In less than 2 minutes they are both naked and she’s happily riding his cock, in her bed.

“Definitely on the verge of being very happy.” Peter said, as they recovered from the orgasm, they just had.

Having gotten it out of their system, for the moment. They got cleaned up then decided to head home. Instead of dealing with the team’s teasing.

They decided to web home. They tell everyone good night, as they head out.

Natasha with a slight smirk, started to rub herself on Peter. Since it’s dark, nobody can see them.

She’s also not afraid to spank his ass cheek and whisper how he’s such a bad boy for taking so long to get them home.

However, Natasha loves to hear him groan, but she doesn’t get too crazy, she knows how distracted she can make him.

She just wants to lightly tease him, get him revved up but not cause them to crash. Even though Peter would keep them from getting hurt, the team would find out, and tease them both about it.

Peter has his suit off, and telling Karen which mode to be in, before Natasha can even step away from his arms.

Peter had been hard and aching, the whole way home and is quick to strip himself and his goddess, in the bedroom.

Natasha wanting to fuck, continues to push his buttons.

After they are both nude, she pushes him onto a chair and starts to lightly suck his cock. This time she’s only doing it enough, to keep him primed, but won’t let him cum.

She smiles as she hears the chair’s wood creak, under pressure from his grip.

He’s trying to hold out. Seeing if she’ll get bored, or frustrated enough, to just mount his cock and fuck him, until she cums.

However, Natasha has more control then that, despite what the team might think.

“How long can you hold out, before you punish me like a bad girl.” She would whisper around his cock, knowing that drives Peter wild.

Peter can’t take it; she has kept him hard and aching for 20 minutes, and he was aching even before that. He, moving quickly, picks her up and puts her on the bed, on all fours, then shoves his cock into her dripping wet pussy.

They both let out moans in relieve, when he does.

Natasha had been waiting for him to lose control. She had been wanting a good hard fuck this time.

Peter with his hands on her hips, is pulling her back, impaling her hard, on his cock.

He’s still careful of her body.

But she wanted him to lose control so that’s what he’ll give her.

She arches her back and grips the bed, as the sounds of skin slapping skin, and heavy breathing, with the occasional slap of Peter’s hand on Natasha’s ass cheek and the deep low moan, from both of them, is the only noise in the room.

Peter takes his right hand, wiping his two fingers around her core, where their combined juices are leaking out, he got them all nice and slick.

He then moved his hand up to her ass, and spreading her cheeks, he took his index finger and lightly pressed on her little rosebud hole.

He listened to her moan deeply, she pushes back on his finger and cock, to get him to do it. “Yes, please, yes… do it, fuck both my holes baby.”

Again, Peter can never deny her, he pushes his two fingers into her ass and starts to alternate thrusts, his cock going in, as his fingers come out.

It doesn’t take long before they are both exploding.

She gushes a little from the double penetration and how hard and fast he was pounding her.

He laid her down and then went to get a washcloth and warm water. He came back out to softly and gently clean her up.

After he cleaned himself up then crawled into bed.

Natasha moved into Peter’s arms; she’s still coming down from the wonderful fucking he just gave her. She pulled his head to her and gave him a long hard kiss.

Then thanked him for taking care of her, as well as giving her what she wanted. She knows Peter doesn’t enjoy fucking, as much as she does, part of it is he’s worried about hurting her, part of it is he just wants to always make love to her.

However, he knows she sometimes just wants a good hard fuck. The kind that leaves her a little sore, for a while.

Peter just enjoys her kissing and returned it with equal fervor, as he keeps softly touching and caressing her body.

Peter is once again so incredibly happy to be where he is, and who he’s with.

As a testament to how well she knows him, she smiles and with a sleepy soft voice tells him, “I’m just as happy to be here with you too, baby.” She snuggled up to him as they fell asleep.

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The next morning, Peter woke up, alone for the first time in a while. There was a note on the pillow next to him

‘Peter,

Had to go get started on prep for my mission, at SHIELD HQ.

No even if you didn’t have a mission of your own you can’t come on mine. I promise it’s not dangerous.

Also, while it’s unlikely I’ll be done with my mission before you. I know even though you both do, and don’t want me to join Clint and Bucky, if I did.

So, I’ll head home, and wait for you here. That way you don’t have to stress about me listening in.

I know you will do good. I have faith in you.

Natasha…

P.S. I love you’

Peter reread the note several times. This is the first time she’s written the words ‘I love you,’ it’s rare that either of them will leave a written note, if they need to get the other a message, they will ask Karen to relay it, or even FRIDAY.

But here it is in black and white. Peter is suddenly nervous again. He’s not sure if it came down to it, he could actually go through with cheating on Natasha, lives on the line or not. He could do the act physically… but mentally and more important emotionally he’s pretty sure he would hate himself if he did.

Peter got dressed, slowly. A slightly queasy feeling in his stomach.

He knows that he has to complete the mission. Beyond the importance of it, his desire to be a full SHIELD agent. Just like his parents, and so they can stop having to hide their relationship from the other agents.

Selfish as it might sound, he wants to be able to tell these agents to back off of his partner.

He’d even gotten a few tips from Clint on how to handle some of the more assertive ones. He’s been her partner for years, so he knew what to do.

Now Peter is ready, and willing to do the same thing, only this time they are going to be more than just work partners.

Peter looks in the mirror and taking a few deep breaths he tells himself, ‘you got this, Peter. You got this Spider-Man.’ He takes comfort in the fact that Natasha told him that most of these missions don’t actually involve sex. Just being on a ‘date’ with another woman is bad enough. He can pretend to flirt and show her a good, but fully clothed time.

Peter webbed, to the tower, his arms achingly empty. He’s gotten so used to having Natasha in his arm when they head to the tower.

Clint and Bucky were waiting for him. Clint took one look and put a hand on his shoulder simply said, “try not to stress about it. Everything will be fine.” Clint smirked adding, “you think I would want to risk Natasha’s wrath if anything happened to you?”

Bucky just shakes his head and cuffs Clint upside the head. “you know that’s not what Peter’s so stressed about.” Bucky ignored Clint’s muttering about getting revenge, against one armed fossils. “Peter, you shouldn’t stress, as much as I hate to admit it, Clint’s right. Everything will be just fine. We have your back.”

Bucky turned Peter, towards the elevator. “Go work in the lab, get lost in the science, for a few hours. We’ll let you know when it’s getting close to time. Until then try not to think about it. If you need to blow off some steam, let me know. I’ll be happy to kick your ass in the gym.” This time Bucky did smirk.

Peter’s grateful to both of them trying to keep him from getting too lost in his head about the mission. He gave them a smile and nodded as the suit retracted to reveal his street clothes.

He would prefer to go work with his dad in his lab, but Tony doesn’t know about the mission, and Peter wouldn’t be able to hide his worries from him all day.

Then Tony would want to know what’s going on and Peter’s not sure he could keep it from him.

Peter’s not sure how Tony would react. He might gently tease him like Clint and Bucky to help get his mind off it. Or he might get all Irondad and get mad for even thinking of putting Peter through this.

Or worse get Pepper involved, god help anyone involved, if mama boss gets mad.

Peter heads to his personal lab, he has several pictures of him and Natasha in there so it wouldn’t be ideal but better than any others.

Karen is already playing his calm playlist when he enters the lab. She of course is privy to not only the mission, but she had his body readings when he was in the suit. So, she knows just how he’s feeling.

Peter threw himself into working on a project that doesn’t involve careful or heavy thinking. Knowing he’ll be in short supply of both today.

Bucky came down during lunch and dragged him up to eat. Peter was tempted to plant his feet and dare Bucky to try, but Bucky had learned how to counter that.

He and Natasha… tickle him.

Once Peter had planted his feet in training and dared him to try and move him.

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Natasha with a smirk, had pulled Bucky outside the gym and he could hear her whisper something, into Bucky’s ear, but it was so soft, and they were outside of the room that he couldn’t hear what she said.

They came back in and Bucky had a smirk on his face. He casually strolled up to Peter, and made like he was going to grab him, he then tickled his sides.

Peter couldn’t help it, he started to laugh and squirm out of the way, which led to his concentration breaking which meant that Bucky could easily pick Peter up and carry him over to Natasha.

Peter looked grumpy at them both, Natasha had discovered that weakness during a particularly fun sex session. She wasn’t supposed to reveal it.

Natasha just pulled Peter’s face to her, “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t reveal the details, just told him that you have to concentrate to stay rooted and that your sides are ticklish. He’s been sworn to secrecy upon threat of death.” She then gently kissed him a few times. They both know he turns to putty in her hands when she does that.

Bucky just looking amused said, “I promise to only use that knowledge, for my benefit, and nobody else’s. Not even Steve, who I can tell you is also ticklish.” Bucky added with a wink and a smirk.

Peter smiled, he’s not really that mad. He looked at Natasha and softly told her, “should I tell him where you are ticklish?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Natasha said her eyes narrowing.

“Oh, I would… but since I plan on being the only one, to touch you there… I won’t.” Peter said getting his point across.

Natasha smirked, proud of how he handled it.

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Peter smiled at that memory. Then Karen shut down the equipment as Peter joined Bucky and Clint for lunch.

They did go over the plans, again. Mostly just the contingences and escape routes.

Peter went back to his lab and went back to work.

An hour later, Peter’s queasy feeling is back.

He heard his phone vibrate, from a text message.

It’s from Natasha

‘Peter, my love, just breathe. Everything will be fine.’

‘Who told you? Clint, FRIDAY, or Karen?”

“Nobody, I know you, you’ve been stressing about this. Just remember what I said. I have faith in you, and I know you will be fine.’

‘I love you; I’ll see you at home.’

‘I love you too. I’ll see you later.’

That worked, Peter felt better. Knowing that Natasha has faith in him. That has always worked, even way back when they were still just student/teacher, mentor/mentee.

Her faith in him, got him through a lot of things.

Knowing she believes in him, has gave him strength to get back up, when he wanted to stay down.

He knew he would need to come up with a plan. He looks quickly through the database of different ideas that the company has come up with.

He found two plans that he can use to complete his mission.

He had Karen start to manufacture the parts. He put them together and they tested them out.

He barely finished the second item just after 5pm. After taking a few minutes to test it with Karen, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He has a plan now. Sarah Walker isn’t going to know what hit her, metaphorically speaking.

Peter went up to his room. Taking a shower and lightly using the cologne that Natasha had gotten him for Christmas.

She has said more than once, she loves how good he smells in it.

He put on the expensive looking watch, that houses a stealth version of his web shooter. And as part of his plan, a single shot of widow’s kiss. As well as Karen.

He put on the suit and made sure to look himself over, as not to miss anything.

He asked FRIDAY if anyone is in the common room. When she said no, he snuck to the elevator. He doesn’t want anyone seeing him all dressed up. Clint had already told him that he and Bucky had already left to get the surveillance van from SHIELD HQ and would be at the hotel when he arrived.

Peter borrowed one of dad’s less flashy cars, that don’t have his personalized plate on it. They use the cars, if someone needs to project an air, of being well off. But not affiliated with Stark.

Peter took a deep breath and then looked at Natasha’s text one more time. He then pulled out of the garage. Heading towards the hotel and his mission. Get the data from Sarah Walker, and not lose Natasha in the process.

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Peter parked the nice Audi and looked around. His Spidey sense can tell that people are looking at him, but nobody is looking, with intent. They are just seeing a well-dressed good-looking man in a nice car. He heard a couple of soft moans from a group of women that had spotted him as they walked into the hotel. He heard a couple of them tell the others they hope he goes to the same bar they plan on going to.

Peter spotted the van and looking around once more to check he heads towards it.

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Peter walked into the hotel, his talk with Clint and Bucky went as well as he figured it would. He has a small earwig so they can talk to him.

He’s got a nice pair of glasses on, that has hidden cameras. They are tied to the van’s surveillance so Clint and Bucky can see what Peter sees.

Peter strolled confidently into the bar/restaurant. He spotted the group of women. They hadn’t seen him yet, thankfully. He doubts that Sarah Walker would be part of that group.

From what little he’s been able to gather. She prefers to eat alone.

“There she is, the blonde woman 4^th from the end of the bar, little black dress. You might wanna hurry the guy next to her, is trying to put the moves on her.” Clint’s voice spoke in his ear.

Peter saw her as well. Luckily the other seat next her is empty.

He walked up and projecting as much confidence as he can, he asks, “excuse me, is this seat taken?”

The woman turned and Peter saw her pupils dilated slightly. That’s a good sign, it shows that she’s interested, in what she sees.

She said, “no it’s not.” At the same time the guy on the other side said, “yeah it is buddy.”

Peter ignored the man and sat next to the woman. He flagged the bartender down. “Jack and coke, please.”

“Remember, you don’t want to get drunk.” Clint said, not that Peter needed the reminder. He’s well aware that despite his enhanced healing. Alcohol unfortunately does affect him.

After he takes a sip, he turns to see that the woman is still slightly turned towards him. She’s ignoring the other guy as much as Peter is. Peter holds out his hand, “Charles Carmichael.” He introduced his cover.

The woman with a smile, took his hand, “Sarah Walker, nice to meet you Mr. Carmichael.”

“Please, Ms. Walker, call me Charles.”

“Only if you call me Sarah.” She said smiling at him, he’d felt a slight shock when they shook hands.

Peter nodded, with a smile.

Sarah, still ignoring the other guy, who’s now realizing, that she’s a lost cause, stops trying to get her attention. “So, tell me, Charles, what do you do?”

“I own a small tech startup called Carmichael industries. I’m in town to try and get some capital.”

“that sounds… boring.” Sarah said with a smile.

“Oh, it can be. May I ask what you do, Sarah?”

“Me? I’m a fixer. I flew into town to take care of a problem for one of my clients.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound boring at all. I guess it might be a good idea, to get to know you. In case I ever get naughty and end up needing the services, of a good fixer.” Peter said with a smirk.

Sarah leaned towards him, touching his hand. “I’m a firm believer that, it’s not what you know, but who.”

Peter can see that this Sarah is definitely interested. Peter worries that this might be going too easy.

Still he’ll press on, until his Spidey sense starts to yell at him. “Would you like to have dinner with me? I’m not usually this forward, but I am interested in hearing about what you do, hypothetically of course.”

“Hypothetically, yes, as you know, my clients demand a certain amount of privacy.” Sarah said. Her hand coming up to brush her blonde hair behind her ear. “I do believe I could eat; shall we get a table here?”

Peter just flagged the bartender and took care of both their tabs.

He then slid off the stool and holding out an arm he waved her ahead.

They walked to the hostess that immediately took them to an empty table.

Peter waved off the waiter and pulled the chair out for Sarah himself. She smiled her thanks as Peter walked around to sit down across from her.

“Very smooth so far, but don’t get too cocky. She could still get away.” Clint’s voice surprised Peter, he’d gotten so caught up, that he forgot that he has two other people listening to his every word.

Peter picked up the menu, “do you know what’s good here?”

“You’ve never been here before?”

“No this is my first time in the big apple. I’ve not had much time to sightsee. I had promised myself I would take the time to see some of the sights before I left, but I leave tomorrow and won’t have time.”

They ordered their drinks. As the waiter came up to the table. The woman, eyeing Peter, he heard with his enhanced hearing the very low quiet moan of appreciation, from the young woman. Peter ignored it knowing that he would not normally be able to hear it.

After the waiter left, Sarah smirked slightly at him and said, “I guess I’m not the only one that likes what she sees.”

Peter feigned confusion.

“Our waiter seems to like you.”

“Does that mean, you like what you see as well?” Peter said smoothly and confidently, he can’t help but think of and silently thank Natasha, for all the work she’s done, to increase Peter’s confidence, outside of the suit. It has helped him greatly when dealing with board members, as well as his fellow employees.

Sarah’s smile turned sly, “I guess we’ll have to see.”

It wasn’t until later after they had ordered their food that Peter realized something. He can’t hear the woman’s heartbeat. He was so distracted by making sure he didn’t screw up his date and how well it seems to be going.

That led to another revelation. He assumed that he was just doing this well, being smooth and confident.

However, he realized that something….

He’s very comfortable around this woman.

Too comfortable… that worries him.

He made sure not to show any of that on his face, he’s learned that this woman is very observant, he realized that when she commented about their waitress’s infatuation. She knew just by looking at her, she didn’t have the benefit of his enhanced senses.

Bucky and Clint had been oddly mostly quiet, just the occasional comment. In part to let him know they are still there and to entertain themselves.

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In the van

“Oh, shit, shit, shit… fuck, fuck, fuck… what is she doing here!?” Clint said when he saw a very familiar person walking towards the restaurant entrance on their surveillance monitor.

Bucky looked over and felt the blood drain from his face, “How did you let this happen?”

“Me?! I’m not her keeper… what about you?”

“Wait… please tell me you turned off Peter’s comm?” Bucky suddenly asked.

Clint looked down and breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, thank god.” He started to reach for the button to turn it back on asking, “what do we tell him?”

Bucky lunged forward to slap Clint’s hand away saying, “Nothing yet.”

Clint shook his hand that is smarting from Bucky’s hit. He looked over frowning at him. “Would you please stop hitting me.”

“Then stop doing stupid things. Now tell me, how do we tell Peter that his aunt just showed up.” Bucky said.

They both know that May… hot-blooded Italian woman, that she is, if she thinks that Peter is cheating on Natasha, she will confront her nephew. Not caring about any scenes, she might make.

“Wait, that’s Happy with her, I didn’t recognize him at first, he’s… smiling.” Clint said peering closer at the monitor to the man next to May.

“Send Happy a text, telling him that Peter is on a mission, undercover and to get May out of here…” Bucky said looking over to see that yes Happy is… well happy, and so unlike the usually dour man they know, it makes him almost unrecognizable.

Clint pulled out his phone and sent the text.

They watched Happy take his phone out and frown at the message then text something back

‘Look whomever you are, leave me alone. Go bother someone else.’

“I don’t… he blew me off!?” Clint said shocked.

“Did you say who you are?”

Clint had the good sense to look sheepish when he realized that he hadn’t, he picked up his phone again and sent ‘this is Barton, I’m not kidding, Peter is undercover and he can’t have his mission blown.’

They watched Happy take his phone out again, looking perturbed. He frowned even deeper then sent back. ‘right and I’m Natasha Romanoff, look whomever this is, leave me alone.’

“That, that… I don’t know how… why doesn’t he believe me?”

“Go and physically tell him in person….” Bucky said pointing to the door.

“why don’t you go, he’s already ignored me…”

“You’re closer to the door and you’ve already contacted him twice.” Bucky countered.

“You are just too lazy to do it…” Clint said looking Bucky over.

A smirk was all he got in response.

“Fine, don’t touch any of the equipment, this is highly specialized SHIELD equipment…” Clint trailed off when he heard Bucky snort.

“Highly specialized… Ha, I used this same type of equipment to do a surveillance mission… 30 years ago.”

Clint ignoring what Bucky said just pointed his two fingers at his own eyes then turned his hand to point them at Bucky the universal way of saying ‘I’ve got my eyes on you.’

Bucky ignored it to wave Clint out, in the universal ‘get going.’

Unfortunately, neither Bucky nor Clint realized, that when Clint dropped his phone in surprise, after the first text, he accidently turned Peter’s comm back on.

Bucky found out when Peter suddenly said, “Guy’s what’s going on?”

Bucky’s head whipped over to the monitor, he’s suddenly worried they had missed Peter being taken hostage or something, but the video shows an empty table. “Did you drive her away?” Bucky said trying to keep it light, not sure how long Peter’s been able to hear them.

“No Sarah took her purse, to go to the restroom. Tell me I didn’t hear you both arguing about getting May and… Happy out of here…. She can’t find out, not only would she kill me, but I would fail the mission, if this Sarah, doesn’t try to kill us first….” Peter said letting his worries take over.

Not only has he been stressed about the mission, and how relaxed he wants to be, around this stranger.

But now he’s worried about his personal life and his spy life colliding. It’s not that May doesn’t know that he’s training to be a spy, and has gone on missions that were less avengers and more spy in nature, but she won’t understand him being with another woman, in what is clearly a date.

Bucky winced at the start of Peter’s panic; he did his best to calm Peter down. “Don’t worry Clint is taking care of it.” Bucky couldn’t help the wince that came with it, as good a spy as Clint is, May is in a stubborn class, all her own, on par with Tony. If she doesn’t want to leave, they wouldn’t be able to make her leave, without causing a scene.

Clint came back a few minutes later, his look didn’t instill confidence in Bucky, but before Bucky could warn him about Peter’s comm being on, he said, “I tried, but Happy’s not sure he can get her to leave, something about her heart, being set on trying the food, here for a while…. OW what was that for?” Clint said after Bucky cuffed him upside the head again.

Bucky with the same ‘are you stupid’ look, pointed at the button for Peter’s comm.

Clint felt all the blood drain from his face, when he saw it was on.

His head whipped up, to look at the monitor, to see that Sarah is back at the table, so Peter can’t talk any more.

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Clint feeling very indignant, walked quickly into the hotel. He’d worn regular clothes, just in case. He spotted Happy waiting by the lady’s restroom. He walked up and quietly said, “Next time I text you, don’t ignore me…”

Happy looked over shocked to see Clint Barton, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I told you, Peter is here, undercover on a mission…”

“What?!” Happy barely remembered to keep his voice down.

“Shhh, yes he’s here…”

“Where’s Romanoff…” happy figured that Peter’s here, then she would be too.

“She’s not here… Peter’s… his mission is to seduce a female spy, and get information without her knowing…” Clint can’t believe he’s telling Happy this, not that Happy isn’t trustworthy, but still Clint has to at least warn him, so Happy knows how imperative it is, that he get May out of here, before she sees Peter.

“He’s wha… mghhhh.” Clint lunged forward to cover Happy’s mouth when he started to shout his surprise.

They gave each other dirty looks, right before Clint removed his hand.

“Yes, I know, but that’s Peter’s mission, you need to get May out of here, before she blows it.

“I’ll… do what I can, but May’s been talking about eating here, for a month, and unless I can tell her why, we can’t eat here, she’s not going to go…” Happy said.

“I’m not, I don’t know, how she would react, she’s not a spy, she doesn’t know how to respond, to that situation…. I don’t know, but do your best, but please, don’t react to Peter and the blonde woman in the black dress he’s with, it will be clear they are on a date…”

Happy felt a chill, when Clint said blond, with a black dress. “Do you mean, medium length dark blond with a fairly short black cocktail dress, and a small silver clutch/purse thing?”

“I think so, yeah… why?”

“Because she just walked into the restroom, right before May, I noticed the woman as we walked down the hall. You need to go now.”

“Don’t react to Peter, this woman is very observant.” Clint said, as he started to move away, knowing that he can’t do anything more.

Happy turned when the door opened and the woman in question walked out.

Happy called on all of his training as a bodyguard, to not react to the woman.

She looked at him once, then turned to head back into the dining room.

Happy silently breathed a sigh of relief glad to see he’d pulled it off. He felt his knees get weak for a moment, before he called on his old boxing training taking a few deep breaths he waited until May came out.

She started to smile at him, until she noticed his look. “What’s wrong, don’t tell me you got called away… I’m sorry but I’ve been wanting to eat here, so if you have been called away, go on, I can eat alone.” May said, she’s not mad, she knows that Happy has a very demanding job, and her time off is rare, so she’s not leaving.

“Uh, no, I didn’t get called away… uh Barton’s here, Peter’s…” Happy pauses, not sure how to tell May this, “Peter’s here on an undercover mission, he’s in the dining room… on a date…”

“Okay, so he and Natasha are here, no big deal…” she trailed off when she saw him wince.

“Uh, Romanoff’s… not… here. Peter’s with… another woman.”

May’s eyes got wide, “he’s wha…” she closed her mouth, when she started to realize how loud she’s getting.

“Barton wants us to leave…”

“No, I’m hungry and I can control myself, I know more about the spy business then Barton thinks. My brother and sister in law, did this for the entire time I knew them. I can behave myself… as long as Peter behaves himself.” May said the last part quietly. Not that she’s too worried she knows her baby.

To show that she’s done talking about it, she turned to head towards the hostess station. Happy hurried behind her. He, as casually as he could, mentioned that they wanted to sit in the section of the dining room, that was the furthest from Peter.

They both glanced over to see Peter and the blond woman, sitting there having a casual almost intimate conversation. Happy frown, if he didn’t know who it was, he would swear it was two people having a very good time.

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Peter spotted May and Happy as soon as they entered the room. He didn’t react but internally he felt himself flinch. This mission has just gotten much more difficult.

“I’m sorry am I boring you?” Sarah asked, looking at Peter.

“No, I’m sorry, just had one of those last minute, oh crap did I forget to turn off the iron, type thoughts. But it’s not a big deal, please continue. You were telling me about a hypothetical client you had in L.A. that might have gotten caught with several women, who were not his wife…” Peter asked doing his best to get her back on topic and off of why he might have been distracted.

“Yes, well, that wasn’t easy since he let himself get videotaped… hypothetically of course.” Sarah smiled; she’s very much enjoying her time with Charles.

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Thankfully for May and Happy where they were sited was behind the woman. Since neither could keep their eyes from straying to Peter and the woman’s table.

Happy jumped, when his phone vibrated. He looked down to see Clint had sent, ‘stop looking, you will blow his cover.’

Happy showed the text to May she looked up at the camera and gave it a dirty eye. They both then concentrated on their menu. However, they both heard a woman’s laugh from the table and they both saw Sarah her head back laughing, as Peter can’t help but laugh himself.

May just purposefully buried her head in the menu and tried read what it says.

She jumped when the waiter walked up to take their order.

The young woman smiled, as she added, “it must be that time of year, first that cute couple of there, and now you both.” The waitress trailed off.

May couldn’t help it, she asked, “that couple, in black over there?” she slightly indicated Peter’s table.

“Oh yes, he’s so handsome, and they both seem to really be into each other, it’s so cute. I guess they just met at the bar and it must be love at first sight.” The waitress said her voice sounding so wistful as she pulls her pad to her chest getting lost in the thoughts of love at first sight. She clears her thought and looking slightly embarrassed for acting that way, she adds, “I’m sorry, may I take your order?”

Happy orders a drink, knowing he might need to watch what he drinks so he doesn’t react. May thinking the same thing orders a glass of wine.

May side eyes her nephew and can’t believe how he’s acting. If she didn’t know any better, she would believe that he’s with Natasha. However, the blonde doesn’t really act like Natasha. Although having spent several years around spies, longer than most of the team realizes. She can spot how a spy acts, and it’s clear that the woman is a spy.

She heard Happy talking and realized he’s been speaking for several moments she feels bad about this. It’s so rare that they get to spend any time together and now she’s very distracted by her nephew. “I’m sorry Happy, what was that?”

Happy not at all surprised, he too is distracted by the other table. He can’t get over how they are both acting.

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(in the van)

“They are going to blow his cover…” Clint said having Peter’s video on one monitor and May and Happy’s table on the other big monitor. “We can’t go in there, the target knows me, and your metal arm is kind of a dead giveaway.”

Bucky didn’t have the urge to tell him ‘duh.’ They both can only keep watch and hope that nothing happens to Peter or May and Happy.

Both were also surprised to see how comfortable Peter seems to be acting around the woman. Also, how Sarah seems to enjoy her time with ‘Charles Carmichael’

They both held their breath when Sarah noticed Peter being distracted by May and Happy’s entrance.
Thankfully he seemed able to convince her it is nothing.

Bucky said, “I’m going to rotate through the surveillance cameras make sure there isn’t anything a miss.” That would let Peter know they are making sure he is safe, and it gives Bucky something to do.

Although neither are surprised that they haven’t had to give Peter much advise during the dinner. Mostly they just bickered with each other to let Peter know they are still there.

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(at the table)

Peter and Sarah are talking laughing and having a good time. Peter can see that May and Happy are both glancing over his way every now and then. Still he does his best to keep from showing that on his face.

He almost pulled his hand back when he noticed his hand moved over to take Sarah’s. Thankfully she had looked down surprised, to miss his own look of surprise on his face. He had not intended to have any physical contact with her this evening. However, if he pulled back now, when Sarah seems to like the fact that he was bold enough to do it, would be bad.

Peter pulls his hand back to pick up his glass as he signals for the check. “I want to thank you for a most wonderful evening. I haven’t had this good a dinner in a while.” Peter said.

“Same here Charles, you are very good company.” Sarah said, she didn’t realize how long the dinner had gone on. Time seem to stand still for her.

Peter took the check and paid it with a generous tip.

As they both stood up, Peter walked over to help her put her coat on.

Sarah stood near Peter and asked, “would you like to come up, to my room?” There was a hint of something in her voice.

“You haven’t gotten the information so now would be the time to say yes…”

Peter paused just for a second and then a small smile crossed his face before disappearing.

“I, uh, you know what sure. I would be love to join you.” Peter said ignoring the squawking voices in his ear.

Sarah turned to pick up her purse and missed Peter’s reaction.

Peter put a hand lightly on her lower back. And guided her out of the restaurant.

May watched not sure what to make of her nephew, he’s up to something.

“May, I told you Peter’s undercover, it’s a mission.” Happy said. He’s still recovering from the minor heart attack when they saw Peter with the woman.

Peter and Sarah made their way up to her room.

“Let me go freshen up really quick.” Sarah said taking her purse, into the bathroom.

“Peter, whatever you plan on doing, do it quickly.” Clint told him.

“I am.” Peter said as he pressed a button on his watch. “Karen execute ‘say goodnight, Gracie.’”

“Are you sure Peter?”

“Yes, Karen put the boys out of their misery, and tell them I know.” Peter said.

“Okay, sending the data to the van now, and disconnecting the feed.”

“Thank you, Karen… and you have a good night to.” Peter said knowing she doesn’t want to let him go.

Peter waited until he heard Karen disconnect before he took off his coat and tie. He then took the lockpicking tools and quietly unlocked the door. He had waited until he heard her be done doing what she’s doing. He can hear the sink water running.

He slipped in and watched Sarah turn to him, surprised at how bold he is. “and just what do you think you are doing?” her tone sounded more amused than upset.

Peter walked up to her with a soft smile. He reached out and lightly touched her cheek, “You know it’s incredible.”

Tilting her head slightly she asked, “What?”

“The technology behind these masks. Even up close I still can’t see it, how it blends so smoothly into your skin.”

He then touched her hair, “you know моя королева паук, blond is fine, but I much prefer your natural red color.”

Chapter Text

“You knew?”

“Not until, just before you asked me to join you up here.”

“How…” ‘Sarah’ asked as she removed the wig and photostatic mask to reveal Natasha.

“The scent blocker started to wear off, and when I was helping you put your coat on, I detected your natural scent. Then when you asked if I wanted to come up to your room. Your heartbeat quickened and I could hear it over that white noise generator you have.”

“What are we going to do now, you still need to complete the mission. But the results will be invalid.”

“Honey, I’ve already got the data.” Peter said smiling.

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Right before the date in the van.

“Okay Pete here is the latest and greatest SHIELD spy gear…” Clint’s words trailed off when he saw Peter smirking will trying to hold back a laugh. “what?”

“Please, Clint no offence to your tech people but I have my own equipment.” Peter pulled out a very stylish pair of glasses. And pulled back his cuff to show a very expensive looking watch. “Karen can you connect to the van please.”

Karen’s voice is heard in the van, “of course Peter, your comm and video is connected to the van’s surveillance system.”

Bucky smirked.

“Okay smart ass, so what’s your plan?” Clint said he’s not surprised that Peter would come up with something better.

“Karen is going to scan the target to see if the drive is on her, or in her purse.”

“And?”

“If it’s in her purse, I have a small drone that will make its way over to it and attach to the drive and copy the information.”

“And if it’s on her?”

“Uh, that will be more difficult. I… uh will follow her up to her room, without her knowing, and when she’s alone, knock her out and get the drive to make a copy.”

“The target can’t know we have the information if she is knocked out… which I have a hard time picturing you hitting a woman… she’s going to know something happened.”

Peter looked shocked, “I wouldn’t hit her… please. I’m going to use the widow’s kiss, it causes short term memory loss, so she’ll wake up in her bed, with no idea what happened. She’ll assume she went to lay down and fell asleep.”

“Okay, that’s not bad. You might make a good spy yet.”

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When they walked from the bar to the table.

“Peter my scan doesn’t show the drive on her person.” Karen whispered into his earwig.

He thought, ‘Thank god.’

Peter barely whispered, knowing Karen could hear him. “Stick with the plan.” But the noise of the restaurant would keep Sarah from hearing him.

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During the first course

“Peter the drone is on its way.” Karen sent the small drone that he had wrapped around his ankle.

Karen sent the drone moving across the floor under the table. It silently climbed into the small purse and Karen spotted the USB drive right away. She maneuvered the drone carefully towards it, careful not to make anything shift in the purse causing it to make noise.

Its little arms came out, to grip the drive and move it towards its ‘mouth.’

She felt a little bit of frustration, when it wouldn’t go in, even though she’s sure it’s the right way. She had the drone flip the drive and try again. However again it still wouldn’t slide in. She once again had the drone flip the USB drive for the second time… but this time it slides into the connection easily.

She started the download of the information. “Peter the download has begun.” Karen whispered softly in his ear.

Not long after she added, “Download complete, having the drone return.”

Karen had the drone put the drive back, in the same spot. Then it scurried back to Peter’s leg.

“Drone has returned home. Awaiting further instructions.”

Peter picked up his glass and right before he took a drink he whispered, “hold, until instructed.”

“Acknowledged, putting drone in sleep mode and awaiting further instructions.” Karen responded.

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Right after Sarah asked him to join her upstairs.

Peter was all set to say no, he’d gotten what he came for.

And the woman in front of him is throwing him off, he feels a connection to her that he’s never felt before, except with Natasha.

Plus, he can’t hear the woman’s heartbeat, some sort of white noise generator, that had worried him at first. It’s not normal to have that. However, nothing came of it.

Also, the woman’s scent is off, it’s too clean, like she’s masked it somehow.

However as soon as he got close, a very familiar scent, started to peek through, as the masking scent wore off. And he could hear her heartbeat, over the noise generator, when it sped up.

Suddenly the entire evening made since.

It was Natasha… he had to figure that Clint, Bucky, FRIDAY and Karen had to be in on it. Karen would have likely known it was Natasha, she has access to sensors that are even better than his senses.

So, he smirked slightly when she bent to pick up her purse. Peter had to bite back a moan at how that tight dress hugs her delectable curves.

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“Do you know how worried I was, when I couldn’t hear a heartbeat, I couldn’t figure out why. It didn’t help, that I could tell that your scent was masked. I was worried that she might know who I am and be planning something.”

Natasha smiled, as she caressed his cheek, “well you weren’t exactly wrong… I do know who you are, and I am planning something… naughty.”

“I think I can handle that… by the way you might want to check your phone, my ‘handlers’ should have let you know by now, that Karen has sent them the data from the drive.”

“I gotta know, how you got it. My purse never left my side, and your hands were never under the table, long enough, for you to web it over to you. Not to mention it was hanging on the chair.”

“Spy-d” Peter simply said.

Natasha just raised her eyebrow.

Peter smirked then lifted his left pant leg. She looked to see a small machine wrapped around his ankle.

“This is ‘Spy-D,’ I created him for this. Karen had him go over and climb into your purse and connect to the drive and copy it. She was on the line with me the whole evening. I’m assuming she was also making sure I didn’t figure out it was you all along.”

Natasha, beyond proud, of not just his figuring it out, but his ingenuity to create the tools to make his job easier. “I do believe that congratulations are in order... SHIELD agent Peter Parker.”

“Hmmm, I believe it’s customary for the graduate to get a gift….” Peter said smirking.

“Hmmm, I believe you are right, whatever, should I get you?”

Peter stepped behind Natasha in front of the bathroom mirror. “Tell me Ms. Walker, how long are you in town for?”

Natasha smiled, more than happy to play along. “Well Mr. Carmichael, only for the night, but I could be persuaded to spend that time, with a handsome business owner….” She leaned back into her man’s arms.

Peter leaned down to kiss her neck and breathed her scent in deeply. “first we are going to take a shower, I want to be able to smell your scent.”

She’s long since stopped teasing him about how he’s saying she smells. She’s seen him go from agitated to calm as soon as she gets close enough for him to detect her scent. “I guess it’s a good thing I brought you some clothes.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I had faith you would complete the mission with no problems. I wasn’t sure if you would recognize me, and until the mission was over, I didn’t want you to.” Natasha said caressing his cheek.

She looked down to see Peter’s cock rock hard tenting his pants, “Take your little drone friend off your leg, I want to play with your other not so little friend.” Natasha said smirking. Her hand reaching down to stroke his hardness through his pants. “God you look so good tonight, I had to keep from ravaging you all night.” She added, as her mouth found his hungrily kissing him.

Peter just smiled as he happily gave into her kiss. He pulled up her tight dress and ran his fingers over her pussy lips they both moan at how wet she is.

As they break the kiss and Peter starts to remove his clothes. She smirks as she adds, “by the way, Happy badly needs to work on his nonchalance skills… it was painfully obvious that he knew why I was there, I’m assuming that Clint went to tell him and May to leave….”

Peter whined, “please don’t talk about May or Happy right now, they are the last thing I want to be thinking about when I’m about to make love to you.”

Natasha smirk widen she knew that and wanted to tease him. She removed her dress and knew that would distract Peter well enough, since she forgot to wear a bra.

Peter’s mouth descended to her hard-aching nipples within seconds of seeing her in just a small pair of panties.

Peter reached down and took spy-d off of his ankle. He made sure it’s still off, and not caring about the suit, covered the drone with his pants and button-down shirt.

He stepped back from her breasts to take off the rest of his clothes. Leaving them both in just their underwear.

Natasha took off the glasses Peter still had on, “I’m assuming those are off?”

“yes, before I came into the bathroom.” Peter made sure.

“Hmmm, those glasses look so sexy on you. We might have to use them again.” Natasha said, she couldn’t tell what part she liked more, the role playing, the sexy way he wore those glasses, or just the thrill of being on this type of mission, with him.

She leaned over to start the shower when she felt Peter pull down her panties and nibble on her lower lips. They both moaned as soon as his lips touched hers. She just stood there for a few minutes and let Peter play till his heart’s content, with her pussy.

Soon he stood up and dropped his boxers, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock, moaning at feeling it twitch in her hand. She gently pulled him by it, into the shower.

They kissed and caressed their bodies. “this hotel has tankless hot water heaters.” She added so they could enjoy however long a shower they want to. That made Peter very happy, otherwise their shower would grow cold long before they got even close to finished.

Peter turned Natasha around and bent her slightly forward. She moaned when she realized what he’s getting ready to do. “Yes baby, fuck me, fuck your bad girl… hard.”

Peter pushed his cock into her warm wet channel. He pulls her back impaling her pussy on his cock not as hard as the night before, but harder than he would normally.

Peter’s hand moved from her hips every once and a while and would spank her ass. She moans when he does it. Loving when he plays with her ass.

Natasha with one hand on the wall and the other rubbing her clit is pushing back as hard as she can on to Peter’s cock. Her head droops down as she lets out a long deep moan, she can feel one of Peter’s hands on her breasts while his other is tightly on her hip, pulling her back on to him.

She entwines her hand with Peter’s that’s kneading her breast. As they both near, Peter’s hand that had been on her hip moved down as he leaned over onto her back, he took over rubbing her clit as her hand moved to the wall, she can feel her pleasure building, rapidly. Thankfully based on Peter’s movements growing less controlled, she can tell that he’s close to. They both exploded and Natasha felt Peter’s legs kind of give out, as his weight landed on her for a couple of seconds before he was able to get his legs working again. That made her happy, to know that Peter’s orgasm hit him so hard that he’s legs cut out briefly from under him.

They both washed each other, Peter as always taking the time to slowly and lovingly wash her long red hair. She has honestly never felt so cherished as when Peter washes her hair and body in the shower.

After she got her own chance to lovingly wash Peter’s body, they dried off and not bothering to get dressed they walked back into the bedroom.

“I assume you have at least one web shooter?” Natasha asked. She reached down to cup his cock, adding with a smirk, “besides this one, I mean.

Peter walked back to get the watch he’d taken off and held it up to her as he walked about in.

“Yeah, why what did you have in mind?” Peter asked.

“Have you ever fucked on the ceiling?”

“No, I’d never when thought about it, closest was when we did it on the wall that one time.” Peter said, looking up.

Natasha smirked when she saw his cock twitch in pleasure at that thought. She also had to moan, they had done it sideways on the wall in the tower, not sure if the walls in their place would be strong enough to handle both of them. they thought about doing it upside down but decided to wait for that one.

Although Natasha does have this fantasy about doing 69 on the wall, one of them upside down while the other is right side up. She can’t decide if she wants to be the one upside down or not.

She put her arms around Peter and wrapped her legs around him. Peter put the watch on, and converting it to his web shooter, he told Karen that they are fine, and she knows enough to not bother them.

Peter walks up the wall and then they are upside down as he walks across the ceiling to be over the bed. He made sure he had the small vial of web dissolver fluid, as he webbed Natasha’s wrists and ankles to the ceiling simply because he knows he won’t be able to keep them up there while they are in the middle of the act. He webs his ankles and one wrist to the ceiling for the same reason.

They kiss passionately as Peter’s cock finds her dripping wet hole and he pushes into her once again.

Even though Natasha’s technically on top, Peter is the one in control and he’s not holding back. She can feel her body rocking with each pelvic thrust Peter does into her pussy. She leans down to kiss Peter when he’s not suckling on her breasts, it’s exhilarating to be trapped like this, they might have to experiment with tying each other up another time. She and Peter have been slowly experimenting with different forms of sex. She had never really been the adventurous type, plus on a mission isn’t the place to let out your kinky side. She knows that Peter, is happy to do what she wants, but he never really experimented to much either.

One of the things she loves about Peter, is he makes her feel safe, to be as kinky, as she wants to be, and he is fine with it. He gives her the freedom to see what she likes. She also pushes him to do the same.

They cum at the same time, and Peter can see the ceiling isn’t really designed for this kind of activity. He dissolves the webs from Natasha and him, then holding her close he drops them onto the bed.

She giggles when they bounce on the bed, a couple of times. As she takes his head and kisses him hard, at how happy she is. He had completed his mission, and she’s so proud that he was able to do it without her knowing. “I love you Peter.” She said with a soft smile.

“I love you too, Natalia.” Peter said back, holding her body close to his.

Natasha got up and opened the nightstand drawer next to the bed, she had put something in there when she checked in, knowing they would be here at some point.

She looked back to see Peter unabashedly watching her nude body. She waited until he is looking her in the eyes when she tosses something over her shoulder to him.

He more instinct than anything else catches the tube and looking down sees the words Astroglide.

Natasha laid down on her stomach, and smirked at Peter, “well you better get me ready…”

Peter moaned, he loves to fuck her ass, but they save it for special occasions. A few good spanks during regular sex is what they will do usually. But Peter loves her hot tight backchannel, and she likes how good it feels.

He put the lube on his fingers and spread her cheeks apart, she moaned in anticipation. He slowly gently pushed one of his fingers in, first, getting as much of the lube into her ass as possible. Once it got a little looser, he put his second finger in and twisted them around to make sure the lube is spread out. Plus, Natasha is squirming feeling the build up her own pleasure, she felt her back arch up slightly as he did.

Peter pulled his fingers out and put lube on three fingers now, he then slowly built up to the three fingers. By now Natasha is almost panting she’s getting so turned on. “If you don’t hurry, I’m going to get there before you do.”

Peter smirked, just like when she deep throats him, she explodes quickly when he’s playing with her ass. He pulls his fingers and putting a generous amount of lube on his cock, that made him moan, since he’s also nearly as turned on as Natasha.

Peter spread her cheeks and rubbed his cockhead on her rosebud hole, as she moans and pushes back on it, “please baby, fuck my ass, now…” He loves when she begs and demands at the same time.

He slowly pushes into her hot tight back channel. He has to grit his teeth and clinch his fists, she is always to tight, that he has to force himself, to not thrust into her and explode to fast.

He pushes all the inside her and pauses to give her time to adjust, even though they have done this several times. He’s still well aware of how tight and how much it could hurt if he didn’t take his time.

“Move baby, fuck your bad girl’s ass…” Natasha said as she reached back to take one of Peter’s hands into hers.

Peter slowly pulled up until just his head was in and then pushed back in slightly faster. He repeated that process, speeding up slightly each time.

Peter by now is sweating holding back wanting to give her pleasure first. He took his free hand and reached down to start rubbing her clit and finger fucking her pussy.

By now Natasha is squirming hard and gripping the sheets as she pushes back on Peter’s thrusts.

She waited until he’s pushing in and clamped down on his cock, Peter’s head dropped as he moaned deeply, that was too much for him he couldn’t hold back.

Natasha felt her own orgasm as Peter shot his load deep in her ass.

Peter laid down on Natasha to spent to move. She turned back to smile and caress Peter’s cheek.

After a few minutes Peter slowly pulled his still semi-hard cock out of her ass. He dropped down next to her and she slide over to hold him.

They snoozed for about an hour, then made love once more, before they got up to take another shower. At this point both Natasha and even Peter, are a little too sore, to play anymore. So, they pull the sheets back and lay in bed, it’s late into the night, or early morning depending on how you look at it.

They woke up late morning. Natasha and Peter had taken the day off. She did it knowing they would be spending the night here. Peter did it because he wasn’t sure how the mission would turn out. So, nobody was looking for them.

They checked out and Natasha went to file her report at SHIELD HQ.

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Peter went to May’s apartment. She came home about an hour later; she had a short shift at the hospital.

She’s surprised to see Peter but hid it. “Hi honey.”

“Hi May.” Peter waited to see what she might say. He wasn’t disappointed.

“So, I tried to call you last night to see if you and Natasha wanted to come over and have dinner.”

“Oh, you did. I’m sorry I missed your call, what did you do?”

“Nothing, just stayed home… so what were you doing last night?”

“Me, oh nothing, I was just having sex with a spy at a hotel. It was for a mission.” Peter said waiting for the explosion.

“You WHAT?!” May said, she had been wondering what had happened after Peter escorted the woman out of the dining room. They exited towards the elevators not the front door.

“May… it was Natasha. She was my test; she was in disguise.” Peter said.

“Oh, oh good… I knew you wouldn’t…”

Peter smirked, “yes, I wouldn’t, by the way how was Happy’s steak?”

“Whoa…”

“You do remember that I can tell when someone is watching me, right?”

“Shit.” May let that slip. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. But please if it ever happens again, don’t stay. It was hard enough to concentrate on the mission and stress about it then, have to worry about you. You know I will never cheat on Natasha.” Peter said, getting to the real reason he came, besides the teasing, he’s about to do, about Happy.

“So, should I expect to have Happy come ask me for permission for your hand in marriage?” Peter said smirking.

“Get out of here you little shit.” May said smiling, knowing he’s teasing. “Or I’ll have Happy actually do it.”

Peter just chuckled as he gave his aunt a kiss and hug and headed out to go to the tower. He has to do his report and send it to SHIELD.

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One week later.

Natasha didn’t want to wait any longer. She’s ready. She had asked May to come to the tower.

When May arrived not sure what to expect, she took one look at Natasha and almost burst into happy tears, she could tell what Natasha wanted. “You have my blessing.” May knew that she’d already unofficially given Natasha her blessing, but she felt it was important to say it again.

“Thank you, that means a lot to us both.” Natasha said

She had waited until Peter was out patrolling and the rest of the team is out doing stuff.

They went to go find Pepper.

“Pepper, it’s time, I need them.”

Pepper at first didn’t know what she was talking about. Until Natasha held up her left hand wiggling her ring finger.

“Oh… OH, okay… yeah let’s go get them.”

Natasha smiled at how excited Pepper got. “FRIDAY please ask Karen not to say anything to Peter yet. I want to surprise him.”

“Of course, she and I are more than happy to do that.” FRIDAY sounded just as excited as Pepper. “and may I say congratulations from both Karen and I.”

“He hasn’t said yes… yet.” Natasha told her.

Pepper almost skipping in giddy happiness, to the elevator to take them to the penthouse level.

Pepper got the rings out. Mary’s engagement and wedding rings and Richard’s wedding ring. “They have both been expertly cleaned and the jeweler fixed the little issues due to their age and the wear and tear, they will be like new, but still the family heirloom. They have been sized to your fingers.” Pepper said proud to have done her part in this.

Natasha took Mary’s rings out and put them on her finger. She held them up to admire the way the simple rings glitter in the light. She felt her eyes well up in happy tears.

Mary had good tastes and was very practical, this is a good ring for a spy to have.

Nothing complicated, and few sharp corners to catch on anything, low profile.

She couldn’t have picked a better ring herself.

She looked up when she heard sniffling. She could see happy tears in May’s and Pepper’s eyes. “If you both don’t stop, I’m going to cry. Then Peter will know something’s up.” Natasha said smiling.

She almost couldn’t take them off, but Pepper gave her the boxes for the rings to be kept safe in her pocket.

“What is your plan?” May asked.

“I’m going to ask him tonight, in the common room. If I don’t do it in front of the team, Clint and Stark will whine about it.” Natasha said.

“Oh… I’m going to start crying again…” Pepper said wiping her eyes.

May with a smile turned to her and teasingly said, “get it together, woman…”

They spent the rest of the afternoon, planning, May and Pepper kept throwing out suggestions, but Natasha wanted to keep it simple.

Dinner was both achingly slow and way too fast for the three women. Two were doing a better job of keeping it together, then the third.

Oddly it was Natasha, that grew more nervous, as the night went on.

May and Pepper had gotten most of their nervous energy out of their system this afternoon.

The more nervous Natasha got, the more Peter looked at her concerned, and the more May and Pepper had to bite their lips to keep from giggling from amusement and excitement.

Finally, they finished dinner and cleaned up, the guys were ready to relax with a movie. Natasha bit her lip as she took Peter’s hand and dragged him to the same couch she sat on when Peter had told the team about their relationship.

By now the rest of the team had picked up on Natasha’s nervousness and how May and Pepper were getting more giddy. Even FRIDAY is unusually cheerful, even more than usual.

“Peter… stand there, I, uh, I have something to ask you….” Natasha put one bent knee on the couch and turned to face Peter, she had thought about doing the traditional thing, and get on one knee, but that didn’t feel right, and he’s already a couple inches taller than her.

“Okay… Nat honey are you okay?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous.”

A shocked look crossed all the guys’ faces, they had never heard her admit that.

“Peter, will you marry me?” Natasha just blurted out.

She reached in, to pull out the box with Richard’s ring.

She had planned that when he says yes, she would put the ring on his finger, then have him put Mary’s engagement ring, on hers.

Peter’s brain shut down for several seconds but then he saw the box and the words registered in his brain. He shouted “YES!” Then pulled her into his arms, to kiss her passionately.

The rest of the team sat stunned for a few more seconds, but the clapping and cheering from May and Pepper woke them up.

Soon they were all shouting congratulations and crowding around the newly engaged couple, as they broke off the kiss.

Natasha and Peter both had huge smiles on their faces, matched by the rest of the room.

Natasha took Peter’s left hand and slid the ring on his finger. She then pulled out the other box and handed it to Peter.

Peter with shaking hands, opened the box and pulled out the engagement ring. Then he got down on one knee and taking her left hand, he slid the ring on it.

She pulled Peter up for them to kiss again as a second cheer went up from the rest of the room.

“We need champagne, we need to toast this occasion.” Tony said suddenly. His smile and happy tears matching the rest of the guys.

Natasha and Peter didn’t hear the rest of the room, they are both lost in each other’s eyes, their foreheads resting against the other’s as they each whisper ‘I love you.'

Pepper went to the kitchen and pulled out the bottle she’d put there this afternoon. Then she and May started to grab the champagne flutes, as the rest of the team went to help out.

Soon May took the happy couple their own glasses.

Pepper brought May’s glass over to her. They stood around the couple, and May lifted her glass, “I knew when I first saw these two in the same room together, that this would be their destiny. They have overcome many obstacles and troubles to reach this point. Despite the fact that adversity breeds success… here’s hoping life, will give them a break every once and a while. To Natasha and Peter!”

“Here, here… to Natasha and Peter!” everyone echoed.

Natasha and Peter looked into each other’s eyes again smiling as they both took a drink from the glass. Natasha pulled Peter close and kissed him, she whispered “партнеры во всех отношениях.” (Partners in every way.)

Peter smiled and quickly whispered back, “потому что это реально.” (Because this is real.)

They were both pulled apart by the team wanting to hug them both.

It took an hour before everyone calmed down, and the team asked about the rings. Peter and May told them how they were Peter’s parents.

The elevator dinged as the door opened and the team looked over to see Fury walk in.

FRIDAY had contacted him knowing he would want to know.

“Fury?” Tony asked surprised.

“FRIDAY told me, that Romanoff got her trophy husband.” He said smirking.

For the first time in a long time, Natasha lightly blushed.

Which caused surprised looks then laughter.

Fury walked over to see the ring. “Mary refused to take it off, when Richard first asked her. I had to remind her several times. Even then I couldn’t bring myself to do it unless it was really necessary.” Fury looked at the two, “Congratulations, not just from me but also from Coulson and Hill. I believe Coulson owes Hill $20 now since Romanoff did the asking.” Fury said smirking. “Plus, I was just looking for an excuse to come and give Peter something. I’m glad you did this tonight, because I have something for you as well Romanoff.

Fury pulled out two SHIELD badges. “Romanoff, I know you have a badge, but I think you might like this one better.” He added cryptically.

He handed Peter a badge, “by the power vested in me by the SHIELD council, I now officially confer the rank of SHIELD agent upon one Peter Benjamin Parker.” He shook Peter’s hand. Then he added, “by the way that’s not just any badge, that was your father’s badge.”

Fury handed Natasha a badge as well. “this was Mary’s badge.”

The rest of the room was shocked into silence. May and Peter had tears in their eyes.

“Thank you.” Peter whispered through his tears.

“Mary and Richard were my trusted advisers and close friends. I couldn’t let their badges just go back into rotation. I had always hoped that you would eventually follow in their footsteps. So, I held on to them. Waiting for this moment.” Fury looked at Natasha, adding “I know that Mary would be proud that you will carry her badge.”

Peter hugged Fury, Natasha feeling the same hugged him as well.

Fury smiled, not surprised that Peter hugged him, but wasn’t expecting Romanoff too as well.

He softly told Peter, “I know your parents would be very proud, of the man you’ve become. I know I am.”

He stepped back and then turning to the rest of the room, smirking at the shocked look. He jokingly said, “Barton, Stark, don’t even think about it.” He could see both men were thinking of getting their own hug. Mostly as a joke, but for Stark he’s just so happy he doesn’t care.

Fury had another reason for giving Natasha and Peter his parents badges, not just for sentimental value but like Coulson they are part of his contingency plan, if everything goes to hell. The badges are a way for him to communicate with them that can’t be traced. Only four people have those special badges, Coulson, Hill, and now Romanoff and Parker.

Fury begged off staying, telling them he has to get back, but as he leaves, May walks up and hugs him. “I have missed you, my friend. Are you going to visit more?” May asked, she’d known Fury back when Mary and Richard would drag him with them to their family gatherings.

“I’ll try. You did good with him.” Fury said quietly.

“He got it mostly from his parents, I didn’t have to do much.”

Fury left and for the first time in a long time, felt better about the future.

Peter sat next to Natasha, she’s practically in his lap. She handed him her badge to let him look at it.

Peter held both badges in his hands.

On impulse he opened Mary’s badge and bringing it to his nose, he took a deep breath and suddenly a long-forgotten memory sprang up from the scent.

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“Peter, where are you?” He heard a vaguely familiar voice callout. He can see he’s in a house he thinks is familiar and he’s holding the same SHIELD badge that he has now.

“There you are…” young Peter looked up and smiling he said “Momma…”

“Are you, my little secret agent man?” a beautiful brunette woman with very familiar features is looking down at him. He knows that this is Mary Parker, his mom. She picks him up and puts kisses all over his face as he giggles, trying to get away from the tickling. “I’ve got you now, secret agent man… mwah, ha, ha, ha.” Mary said as she continued to tickle young Peter.

He spotted movement and looking over young Peter gleefully shouted, “help me daddy, mommy’s got me.”

Peter saw a tall handsome man that Peter knew was his father, “Oh she does, does she… I’ll save you.”

Richard walked over to help Mary tickle Peter who’s squirming and laughing so hard he’s got tears running down his eyes.

They sat down on the couch and both Mary and Richard kissed Peter all over his face. Then as young Peter calmed down, he put his little arms around both his parents. “I love you.”

Mary pressed a kiss on young Peter’s forehead, as both she and Richard softly said, “we love you too baby.”

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Peter came to, with Natasha looking concerned at him. “what is it, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re crying.”

“Huh?” Peter reached up and sure enough felt tears on his face, “Oh no, it was happy tears, I recalled my parents… my mom’s badge. I could detect her scent in it, and I remember being in a house and playing with the badge. My mom found me, and called me her ‘little secret agent man,’ then my dad was there. I remember telling them I loved them, and they told me they loved me back.” Peter said with a soft smile as he told her.

Natasha smiled and pulling him close she softly kissed him.

May sitting next to them, smiled herself, she’d known even though Peter had never said, that he could barely remember his parents. She’s beyond happy for him, to recall a memory. She looked over to see Tony and Pepper looking concerned at Peter. They had noticed Peter’s tears.

May smiled and softly shook her head ‘no,’ that it’s okay. She mouthed ‘happy tears’ to them. Causing them to smile relieved.

The rest of the evening was spent happy and relaxed. When Peter and Natasha left, Natasha reluctantly handed the ring box that had Mary’s wedding ring, back to Pepper, to keep safe. She hadn’t taken the engagement ring off all night, and had spent most of it just touching it, to make sure it is still there.

Peter knowing, he should do the same, very reluctantly took Richard’s wedding ring off, and put it back in the box, for safe keeping.

Even though he’d only had it on, for less than a couple of hours, he felt naked without it.

Clint teased Peter, when he said that, telling him that it’s just incentive to not drag out the wedding.

Clint knows exactly what Peter is going through, he too had trouble taking his wedding ring off, when he first got married.

Peter spent the next week just randomly taking Natasha’s left hand and kissing the ring.

Natasha would randomly touch it, as well.

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Sometime later.

A portal opened up in a deserted alley and three people walked out. A tall brunette man, holding the hand of a beautiful red headed woman. Followed by a tall strawberry blonde woman.

They walked towards Stark tower.

As they walked in, the man looked around, noting the way it’s familiar and different, from the others that he’s seen.

He looked up and smiled knowing that FRIDAY has already spotted them. Likely alerting whoever is upstairs.

A security guard noticed them and walked over, “excuse me can I help you?”

The man smiled and said “nope, we’ve got it.” He felt his sense lightly vibrate, as he spotted his younger doppelgänger, walk into the door. “Peter.” He called out.

He’s careful not to make any sudden movements, not wanting to scare FRIDAY or security.

Peter looked up, at hearing a familiar voice, call his name. He looked over and saw a man and two women. One of the women didn’t look familiar at all, but the man and the woman standing next to him look very familiar.

The man suddenly said, with an easy smile, “disconcerting at first, isn’t it.”

Peter walked towards them; he doesn’t feel any danger, in fact, his senses seem to say that he can trust them. he felt a slight vibration as he got closer. “Who are you?” Peter asked.

The man smiled again and said, “I’m a version of you, roughly 10 years, in the future, Peter.”

They heard the elevator ding and both Peter and the man looked over to see a familiar redhead step out.

Natasha had been upstairs, when FRIDAY had alerted her, to a group of unusually familiar people, that just walked into the lobby. She headed down and stepped into what she could only describe, as the twilight zone.

She walked to Peter, and looking at the group, the woman looks like an older version of her, and the man looks like an older version of her fiancé.

As with every time she thinks of Peter, and their engagement, she felt her thumb brush the engagement ring, she wears as much as she can.

She noticed the older looking version of her, saw her touch the ring and a strange look crossed her face.

The third woman spoke. “I know this is confusing but is there someplace private we can go to talk; we have a lot to tell you.” The woman was looking mostly at Peter.

The man added, “wherever you feel comfortable, I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise you that we mean you no harm, we are the good guys. Technically I’m you.” The man added.

Peter turned to Natasha, “I trust them, my senses are telling me to trust them.” he whispered to her.

Natasha being naturally more suspicious also doesn’t feel any danger from the group.

“Okay let’s go upstairs.” She said turning to head back to the elevator bank.

Peter immediately started to follow her.

The group made their way behind them.

As they reach the private elevator, FRIDAY already opening the door.

“Okay so you are familiar with the multi-verse theory, right?” the man asked.

“The theory that there are an infinite number of worlds out there that all vibrate at different frequencies, so they don’t interact.”

“Yep, well it’s true. We are from a different universe; you had the number 575 pop into your head when you felt your sense vibrate didn’t you.”

Peter looked surprised.

“That is part of your spider-sense. Whenever you are around another person with spider-powers, your sense will vibrate, and if they are from another universe, their number will pop up. We…” the man pointed to the two women with him. “are from universe 575. I’m Peter Parker, AKA Spider-Man. This is Natasha Romanoff AKA the black widow and avenger. And this is Julia Carpenter, AKA madam web. We were told it was the right time for us to make contact with your world.”

At this point the elevator doors opened to the avenger’s area. It is empty but most of the team is around. They all head into the common room.

The man… Parker, continued speaking, “my version of Karen and FRIDAY would like to speak to you FRIDAY, they can show you what I’m talking about.” He looked up at the ceiling.

Before anything else was said, Tony walked out of the elevator, FRIDAY had shown him everything.

The man turned to him, “Mr. Stark.”

The woman sitting next to him, also said “Stark”

Tony looked at the new group, “well you certainly have our favorite couple’s mannerisms down.”

“Would you like to take a sample of my blood to make sure I’m who I say I am, and not a clone?” Parker asked.

“That would help.” Tony told him, hiding the surprise.

The man looked at the woman sitting next to him, they seem to communicate between each other. “You can also have a sample of mine, but I’m a version of her.” The woman said as she pointed to Natasha.

The third woman spoke, “you could have a sample of my blood, but there’s nobody here to compare it to. This universe doesn’t seem to have a Julia Carpenter, or a Jessica Drew.”

Peter spoke, “Mr. Stark, I trust them, my senses are telling me they are, who they say they are. And I want to hear what they have to say.”

“FRIDAY? Can you check your surveillance, on the northeast corner of the building, you should be able to see the portal we used to arrive here?” The man said.

“I have already done so, and the sensors detected dimensional energy.” FRIDAY said, she had back traced the group, as soon as they walked in the building. “Also, I would be willing to speak to your AIs” She had weighed the options and will be extra cautious.

However, given their information, and Peter’s easy acceptance of them.

Plus, she’s observed the group, the man that says he’s an older version of Peter, acts like him. Using an aged-up photo, they both look very similar.

The man pressed a button, on his watch. “There you go FRIDAY.”

Tony looked the group over. “okay until I hear otherwise, I’ll believe you. How can we help you?”

Parker smiled, “we don’t really need anything, we are just making contact to let you know we’re around, so to speak. We do however have some information for Peter and Natasha and a question for them. But mostly we are here to say ‘hi’ and also give a warning. There are unfortunately, bad guys that have access to the multi-verse. One group in particular like spider totems… that is people like us, that have spider-powers. We’re also here to answer any questions you might have about your powers. Because even though there are usually small differences, between the way we get our powers, the basis of the powers is mostly the same. We could take you all to the meeting room, it will help explain everything better. I can give you a program that will let your FRIDAY connect to it as well.”

Peter can’t help but be excited.

Natasha noticed that the older woman, that is apparently ‘her’ or at least a version of her. Saw Peter’s excitement and a fond look crossed her face. When the woman looked at her, she simply said, “Parkers regardless of what universe all seem to share similar traits. He looks just like this one.” She pointed fondly to the man next to her.

“FRIDAY?” Tony asked.

“Yes, boss, I have spoken to several other versions of myself and Peter’s Karen and they’ve shown me this meeting room. I have downloaded and scanned the program and I will be able to communicate with you there. They are who they say they are. It’s incredible, to see how different and similar the universes are.” FRIDAY said her voice full of wonder.

“My version of FRIDAY, after she yelled at me for not telling her about the spider-verse sooner, had a similar reaction.”

“Spider-verse?” Peter asked.

“That’s what we call our little corner of the multi-verse that we watch over. Do you want to go?” Parker asked Natasha knowing Peter would go, and even Tony in scientific curiosity would want to go. However, Romanoff’s also share similar traits much like Parkers.

Peter looked at his fiancée and she could see his excited look. “I guess.”

“Great.” Parker stood up and pressed a button on his watch and a portal opened up. “I’ll go first just to show you it’s fine. It’s like stepping through a door.” He said as he stepped through.

Peter jumped up and ran through. The two women from the other universe walked through next. Natasha and Tony followed along shortly.

As soon as Natasha stepped through, the portal closed, and she became alarmed. However, Tony held up his watch, “FRIDAY?”

“I’m here boss. I see all three of you.”

Natasha felt a little of her concern be alleviated.

The man came back with Peter. “This is the meeting room, it’s for lack of a better term, limbo. If you look around you see a few versions of us,” he pointed to himself and Peter. “However, we’ve discovered it’s better not to have a lot of people around when new people show up.”

“Including Spider-ham.” The older Romanoff said as she stood nearby.

“Spider… Ham?” Tony asked.

“He’s… different. You have to understand that IDIC is a real thing.”

“Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations?” Peter asked.

“Yep, there are an infinite number of worlds out there, most we’ve not yet discovered.”

“IDIC?” Natasha asked, it sounded familiar, but she’d never heard of that acronym

“It’s a Star Trek thing.” The older Romanoff said, amused.

“Anyway, the best way to explain things is to show you the monitor.” Parker said as he directed them to a large monitor. “This is the spider-verse as we know it. The worlds in the center of large groups of clusters are main branches. The prime world, if you want to call it that. Is earth 616. As you can see it has the biggest cluster. However, earth 1610 and earth 199999 are also large clusters. Your earth is classified as earth 73837.” Parker pointed to an earth with that number. “Like I said before, we…” Parker pointed to the two women with him. “we’re from earth 575.” He pointed to an earth on the map.

“What do the colors mean?” Tony asked.

“Just like a stoplight Green means ‘go,’ everything is fine, there is at least one being that is aware of the spider-verse. If it’s flashing that means they need help. We have a group of spider people that we call web-warriors who can go and help if need be. Yellow means the world is fine, but there is either no spider-powered people there, or they are not aware of us yet. Your world was yellow until just a little bit ago. Lastly red means no go, either that earth or universe is destroyed or it’s hostile to us. There didn’t used to be as much red, but those beings I mentioned that like spider-powered people, they were very powerful and did a lot of damage before we could stop them. they are the biggest reason we do what we do now. Most of us are content to stay on our own earths and just protect it, but we can’t. ‘with great power comes great responsibility.’”

Peter looked up, “Uncle Ben…”

“Used to say that, I know. Most of us have very similar histories. For better or worse.” Parker said.

“You said you had information and a question for Peter and me?” Natasha said.

“We do, but first I want to tell you my role.” Julia spoke. “I am madam web, what we do is act as a go between for spider-people and the master weaver.” She didn’t wait for them to ask, “the master weaver is a being of immense power, it is responsible for your spider-senses. It is outside of space and time so it can see things that haven’t happened yet. I’ve been assigned to your world. If we need you for any reason, or you need us… I or if need be, another madam web will be able to show up and help. Even if it’s just a matter of getting another Parker like him.” She pointed to her version of Peter standing there. “He’s been doing this for almost 10 years longer then you, so he can help.”

“Oh wow… okay, how do I, uh, you know call?” Peter said it’s like finding out he’s got a big brother. Or I guess in this case lots of big brothers.

Parker smiled as he walked over to open a drawer, he pulled out a watch similar to his. “Here you go little brother. I’ll explain how it works later, but your FRIDAY should have been briefed on them as well. Sorry Mr. Stark, none for you.” He smirked.

“You, know what I was thinking?” Peter said, surprised when Parker called him little brother.

“Yep, there are differences between you and I… not counting our age, but we are a lot more alike, than you might think. We are all brothers and sisters here. I consider everyone here my family. Strange and unique some of them might be, but family nevertheless.”

Peter wanted to hug the man, but hesitated.

“Timecop isn’t real, come here.” Parker smiled and wrapped Peter in a hug.

“Timecop?”

“you know the movie ‘the same matter cannot occupy the same space at the same time.’” Parker said to Tony. “It’s a Parker thing, don’t worry about it.”

Julia suddenly looked up, “I need to go, if it’s okay, I’ll stop by sometime, so we can get to know each other better.” She said, mostly for Natasha’s benefit.

With that she disappeared.

“Whoa…”

“Yeah, she does that, you’ll get used to it. Personally, I think she does it just because she can.” Parker said. “Do you want to go back? We’ll explain the other reason we made contact back there.”

they nod their heads and Parker pressed a button on his watch and the portal opened again. He went through first with his Romanoff. The other three followed, Natasha having to grab Peter, “come on I’m sure we will have time to come back, you have the watch now, remember?”

“Oh yeah.”

They arrived to find the rest of the team wearily watching, the two older versions of Peter and Natasha. Parker introduced them and gave a brief overview, of who and why they are there.

The rest of the team seems to relax when it’s clear that Peter, Natasha, and Tony are not concerned.

The older Parker and Romanoff sat down together and then he started to explain. “So, earth 1078 is similar to my world. However, the Natasha Romanoff of that world was killed…” Parker trailed off and a pained look crossed his face. Romanoff took his hand and gave it a squeeze; she knows what he’s thinking. His fears of losing her. “Anyway, the Parker of that world was discredited when one of his enemies who was dying, transferred his conscience, into Parkers body and suppressed Parker’s conscience, causing all kinds of trouble. Eventually Parker was able to regain control of his body, but his life was ruined. Meanwhile, the red room cloned Romanoff the woman calls herself Galina Tsarfin. The red room using Parker’s research they gave her spider powers like Parker. If that was it, we wouldn’t be concerned. However, the red room and the KGB wasn’t satisfied with just that…” both Romanoffs in the room snorted softly at that. Neither were surprised when they heard that. “They took Parker’s DNA and impregnated Ms. Tsarfin. It doesn’t end there, in the red room’s… zeal they overdid it. Galina Tsarfin will have 123 children.” Parker paused to let that sink in.

“Whoa, did you say 123?” Clint asked.

“Yep, it’s a spider-thing, and thankfully no it’s not normal.”

“Okay so why talk to us?” Pepper asked, she’d been informed by FRIDAY what’s going on.

“We are making contact with different worlds, especially worlds where Peter Parker and Natasha Romanoff are together. Galina Tsarfin the clone of Natasha Romanoff, and Peter Parker are going to have 123 spider powered children. Not only have we decided that the red room can’t have them, but they couldn’t take care, of that many children. We’ve talked to the parents; they are willing to let others adopt the children. So, we are going to the few worlds, like this one, where Peter and Natasha are together. What better parents, then the people who are the genetic twins, of the children’s parents. They are after all the children of Peter Parker and Natasha Romanoff, the fact that they are from a different universe, won’t matter.”

Peter and Natasha looked at each other in shock, when Parker told them about adopting.

“What?” Tony asked seeing the two looking at each other.

“You remember when I told you about my dream, before I told Natasha how I felt?”

“Yeah, you told me you didn’t want to say.”

“The dream…” Peter swallowed, his hands shaking, the possibility. He looked over to see Natasha, with the same look of wonder, hope, and fear in her eyes. “the dream I had was of two little girls, Natasha and I were on one of the tower’s observation decks, there was a little playground set up. I knew as soon as I saw them that they were our twin daughters. That didn’t make sense because neither Natasha nor I can have kids. But I knew, Mary and Mila Parker were our daughters. I was pushing them in the swings, and they were cheerfully shouting ‘higher daddy, higher’ it was so real… I, it didn’t feel like a dream.” The rest of the team was quiet, they could read the emotions, on Peter’s face.

Parker smiled, “You most likely had a future memory, sent to you by the master weaver.” Parker looked at his Natasha, “We have been having dreams, I believe… I hope, it’s a future memory of our twin children. We’ve already told the parents we want to adopt a boy and girl.”

Peter and Natasha felt their hands grip each other. “We, we’ll talk about it.” Natasha said, but she’s sure that they will say yes.

“That’s all we ask; we’ll arrange a time for the two of you to meet Galina so she can meet you.” Romanoff said, but she knows they will say yes.

“Now I know we’ve dropped a lot of information on you all at once. Peter I’ll show you how to use your watch, then we’ll get out of your hair.” Parker said getting up.

Peter got up and took the watch out of his pocket. Walked over to where Parker is standing.

“So, congratulations I saw the engagement ring on her hand.”

“thanks, it’s still pretty new. What about you guys?”

“We, well we spent some time together when I was about your age, but things didn’t work out, and we went our separate ways, but recently she and I… rediscovered each other. However, I never stopped loving her, even when I was with someone else… I assume you have an MJ in your world, is it either Michelle Jones or Mary Jane?”

“Whoa, Michelle Jones, but I used the name Mary Jane once…”

Parker smiled not surprised, “we’ve discovered that there’s two main differences, when it comes to Peter Parker. The ones like me, we went to school, with a red headed green-eyed woman, name Mary Jane Watson, or MJ for short. Most of us, end up marrying her. However, the versions like you, MJ is Michelle Jones, and since you guys, are on average, 10 years younger. There’s no telling how it will turn out. Anyway, some things like the name Mary Jane can bleed through, to other universes, we don’t know why. So, the fact that you thought of that name doesn’t surprise me.” Parker explained how the buttons work and reminded Peter that FRIDAY is also familiar with it if need be. “Don’t be surprised if Julia shows up out of the blue, she likes to do that at times. With her connection to the master weaver she knows when she should and shouldn’t show up.” With that Parker got up he and Romanoff said their goodbyes as they stepped through an open portal.

Peter sat down next to Natasha, still feeling a little shell-shocked. “Well what do you think?” he asked the room.

“That was really your dream?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, it… didn’t feel like a dream, that’s why I thought, that maybe I was seeing another Peter Parker and his family. I, I never thought it could be just a future version of us…” Peter looked at Natasha.

“So, I guess we’re going to have to figure out how, to spider-child-proof the tower.” Tony said, he could see how hopeful Natasha and Peter are.

Peter looked over in surprise, to see the rest of the team smiling and nodding. They are all excited about the possibility, of their favorite spider-couple, having children, to go with their marriage.

“FRIDAY, what did you find out?” Tony asked.

FRIDAY spent the rest of the evening, relaying what the other AIs had been telling her, about the history of the spider-verse. She mentioned some of the differences, between the different worlds.

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Later that evening, Peter and Natasha went home. As they got ready for bed, they both kept thinking about how the need to move became more real.

As much as they love this place, it’s not really designed for children. Also, the need to be closer to either the tower, or May, became much more important.

Plus Mr. Stark mentioned something, about having a place for them, soon.

As Peter and Natasha lay in bed, both still processing all they had been told, Natasha suddenly said, “so Mary Jane, huh.”

“How did…”

“The other Romanoff told me, a little about the shared history. She’s interesting, she kept looking at my engagement ring. She would get a look, I could only describe, as longing.”

Parker told me about how Michelle Jones is MJ here, but in his… set of universes, it’s Mary Jane Watson. I, I want to adopt them.” Peter said giving voice to what they are thinking.

“I know, I do to. I wish I could have seen that dream or future memory…” Natasha said. The dream would come up in her mind every now and then, especially if she would see two little girls.

They talked a little more about what might happen and tried to plan for it as best as possible. Eventually they made love then went to sleep.

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Natasha opened the door, to one of the apartments, in the tower. She looked down to see two little girls, playing with Peter. She knew as soon as she saw them, they are their daughters, Mary and Mila. And Natasha doesn’t have to look down at her ring finger, to see the wedding ring, to know that Peter is her husband.

She smiles when she watches, the toddlers start to waddle towards her, shouting ‘momma, momma,’ it sounded so beautiful to her.

She saw Peter pick them up and walk towards her. She softly smiled when Peter told them, ‘yeah that’s your mommy isn’t she.’

He then reached over to kiss her hello. He transferred the two squirming girls who are reaching for her.

She softly laughs, when the girls pat her face, and Mary leans over, to give her an open mouth kiss, on her chin.

Natasha pulls them close and felt Peter wrap his arms around her and the girls. She can see the content peaceful look on his face, that she knows she has on hers.

“Come on, I fixed dinner, the girls are getting hungry. When they go down for the night, I’ll have your welcome home present.” Peter said, with a hint of naughty teasing.

“Hmm, I like that plan.” She said.

They walked into the kitchen, Natasha watched herself, as she seems to know what to do.

They put the girls in their highchairs and feed them their dinners.

Peter did a better job of getting more of the food into Mary, then Natasha did with Mila, but she knows that’s because Mila, is more of a fussy eater then her easy-going sister.

Plus, she knows that Peter is the one that does most of the household work. He’s her househusband, as well has her trophy husband. She jokingly told him that, which he groaned good natured, about.

They spent the evening playing with the girls, and then getting them ready for bed.

After they were down for the night. Peter picked her up and carried her into their bedroom, where he made passionate love to her.

They cleaned up and went to sleep.

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Natasha woke up to find tears in her eyes and see Peter watching her. “are you okay honey?” he asked.

“Yeah, just had a wonderful dream…” she said, smiling, her tears were happy tears.

“Let me guess, you came home, and we spent the evening with our twin girls, then afterwards I made love to you?”

“Yeah… you had that dream to?”

“Yep, do you really see me, as your trophy husband?” Peter asked teasingly.

Natasha just laughed as she smiled and pulled Peter close to kiss him. “Yes, and you are my househusband to. I’ll be the one out earning the money while you stay home barefoot in the kitchen.”

Peter smiled but shook his head fondly.

He knows from the dream that he works at SI, so work is only down several floors or his personal lab across the hall.

Natasha suddenly said, “they are so beautiful, and they are ours… yours and mine… it doesn’t seem real, I never thought I would have that. A family, with the man I love. It’s a dream come true…” she felt her eyes well up again, at how peaceful and happy she felt, in her dream, with her family.

“I know, in my dream to. I know I said I wasn’t sure I wanted children, but ever since, I had that dream. I knew I did… so-call Parker curse or not.”

Natasha just pulls Peter closer to her, they fall asleep smiling, at the dream, or future memories, or whatever it is.

The End… For now.