The lovely Black Widow was tottering down a utilitarian corridor deep in the bowels of SHIELD HQ. When she had arrived a few minutes earlier a few minutes earlier she had been surprised not to find Maria waiting to greet her, but recognised that in the current crisis there were clearly plenty of other issues that would be demanding her attention at the moment. She had been left a message by 'The New Director' requesting that she urgently reported to medical facilities in one of the many downstairs for 'debriefing'. Natasha smiled to herself - she would gently remind Maria later over her blunder over these extra 2 letters - she been on no mission on what to be debriefed, but was eager to be briefed on what was going on. But of course there had been no blunder.
The Warden (and the real 'New Director' of course) had watched from an unseen eyrie, with a far greater bigger smile on his face. Every Superheroine he had yet encountered was extremely attractive in different ways, but the Black Widow really was something rather special; classically beautiful with a hint of allure from the Far East. She had never been afraid of using her femininity, and regularly wore a variety of quite shocking outfits at least nominally to distract her opponents with the amount of flesh on display. This tendency had now been exaggerated and tonight's offering was fully in-keeping; an astonishingly snug pair of black briefs, and a front-laced black bustier that was clearly struggling to increase her new voluptuousness.
He greatly looked forward to discovering it's barely hidden delights; but this time he planned on someone else enjoying the first fruits of her delights; his faithful prison medic had clearly enjoyed his time with Supergirl, and he thought it was only fair to allow him to be a bit more 'hands on'. He had every confidence in him (although he would watch and record every move of their encounter on the excellent SHIELD security system), but lent him a strong hand with a simple spell as she obediently turned and headed for the lift; "ROTCOD EHT STSURT SYAWLA WODIW KCALB EHT."
At one time the Black Widow would have carefully memorised every step of the route she took in case of the necessity to make a sharp exit, but had become mysteriously lackadaisical, and two turns from the lift she was already hopelessly lost. Now she would need a guide to exit just as much as she followed the guard in front of her now. Eventually he stopped, deferentially knocking a door identical to all of the others, and ushered her through it, closing the door behind it
The Black Window was faced with what was clearly a top-of the line medical facility, with all the usual accoutrements of a doctor's office, but also what seemed to be a reasonably kitted out gym. Only one person was in the room, a geeky-looking middle-aged man in a doctor's coat and who rose and shook her hand. "Miss Romanoff, thank you for joining us so quickly", he said warmly.
"Anything for SHIELD, Doctor", she said in a voice equally sultry and professional. "Can you tell me what we're doing about the current crisis?"
The Doctor paused, apparently struggling to find the right words. "The situation has got a lot more delicate I'm afraid. Won't you please sit down?"
Without thinking, she rapidly plonked herself down to the consulting chair so rapidly that her chest struggled to escape the confines of its bustier, the Doctor's eyes following their movements completely overlooked by herself. She leaned forward urgently, and the visibility of the nipples he thought he had just seen were confirmed emphatically. "So what's going on?"
"Ms Romanoff", he began, forcing his eyes up to hers, and deciding that mixing truth with lies made the lies all the stronger. "You are aware that we are in a time of real crisis. Every Superhero on Earth appears to have disappeared. Superheroines have become wanted criminals, and already some have been apprehended and brought to supposed 'justice' for crimes they never committed. I understand you witnessed the subjugation of poor Supergirl and Powergirl, as sadly did most of the world. We have reliable evidence that Zatanna, Spider-Woman, Electra-Woman and Dynagirl have all been taken into 'custody' and that Black Canary, Batgirl, Huntress, and Robin have all disappeared while on patrol. We fear for their fates Behind all of this seems to be the man we currently only know as 'The Warden'."
"How is he doing this?", Natasha interrupted, "They are all (Pause, thinking of Robin and the Electro-pair!), okay, some of them are powerful heroines, and that Warden is just an ordinary man. Don't you think a heroine like myself couldn't take care of an individual like him". She stood up and gave a little twirl. The Warden liked what he saw and looked forward to her attempting to 'take care' of him, and she obliviously gained a couple more cup sizes before she had sat down again.
"Miss Romanoff, that appears to be the crux of our problem", he said awkwardly. "To be honest, we're really glad that you made it here ok, we were rather worried you may be waylaid along the way."
"I hardly think anyone could waylay me..." she started, oblivious to her current predicament.
"MISS ROMANOFF, PLEASE!" He interrupted her and she instantly shushed herself. "I know full well that you'd normally eat a guy like that for breakfast. (The Warden smiled at the thought of what she might be eating very soon...). We're pretty sure that he's strengthened himself in some way to make him a more formidable proposition. But the real problem is that he seems to have found a way of weakening all the Heroines that remain at large. We need to know they are at full operational capacity before we can launch any sort of counter-strategy.
"I assure you, I feel absolutely fine...", Black Widow tried to encourage him.
"Miss Romanoff. Shortly after you spoke to her earlier, even Maria Hill came over quite unwell. She's currently being taken care of upstairs." The Warden smiled at his choice of words. "We need to properly check that all is as it should be with you. We have had to rescind your operational status until we can give you a thorough medical and make sure that you are not as vulnerable as we think you may be also."
"You rescinded my status!", she said incredulously, "But Doctor, I'm a Superheroine - I'm not vulnerable, there's not a man alive that I can't bring into line. Let me go and bring him in before he does any more harm."
"I very much hope we will be able to do that." He tried to spell out the two possibilities he was offering her; "Look, trust me (He visibly saw her eyes go blank for a moment) - I'm not going to promise that the medical will be pleasant. But if you're right and you're still fully in command of your frankly formidable abilities, you'll have your status restored before dawn and you'll be leading a team to set right everything that is going wrong. But if you are affected, then we really do need to keep you safe here for a while - you're a prime target.
"But Doctor...", she whined, frustrated at the situation
"Miss Romanoff!" Once again he was assertive, once again she yielded instantly. "May I be blunt. You are an extremely attractive Superheroine who appears desperate to launch yourself at a dangerous Supervillain who has proved himself able to take down and humiliate Superheroines even stronger than yourself. You would be foolish indeed if you charged in there without checking yourself over first - and there is no way I will allow you to make that mistake. Now I don't want to here anything from you for a while apart from 'Yes, Doctor'. Okay"
A meek and quiet voice obediently replied; "Yes Doctor."
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