The Power Broker: Chapter 3 - Black Widow & Agent 13 pt. 2

The moment she realizes he's watching her stare at his cock with that mixture of anxiety and interest, Agent Thirteen shutters her facial features. She might not be as much of a seduction expert as Natasha, but she was both beautiful and a spy for a clandestine agency. So obviously, she knew how to use her beauty to her own advantage.

Pulling the zipper down on her OWN stark-white catsuit, Sharon mirrors her fellow agent's actions… at first. Sauntering forward, she tugs the zipper all the way down to her crotch, exposing her glistening wet snatch and the arousal that Adrian has already provoked in her. You'd think both she and Natasha would be able to control themselves a little bit better, really… but then, Adrian wasn't exactly playing fair.

Still, the beautiful blonde does a decent enough job of hiding her true excitement behind a thin veneer of dangerous intensity. She stares him down as she approaches, her breasts bouncing out from their loosened confines with every step she takes, until ultimately the opened front of her catsuit has split completely apart and exposed her delectable tracts of land to him.

Arriving right in front of Adrian, his cock still twitching and throbbing with need and glistening with the combined efforts of both him and Natasha's ejaculations, Sharon pauses for only a moment… and then drops into such a fluid crouch that he almost wants to clap. She falls to the floor but catches herself entirely too gracefully in his opinion, landing in the perfect position, with her legs bent at the knee and bowed to either side as she finds herself at eye level with his cock.

Reaching up, the blonde spy grabs hold of his dick with a gloved hand, clearly intending to one-fist his mammoth-sized member. She has to think better of that a moment later, blushing a little bit in mild embarrassment as she's forced to reinforce her hold of his cock with her second hand as well. Only once she has both of her gloved hands gripping his member does she have a proper… heh, handle on things.

Adrian grins at her, having already decided he's going to let her have free reign to do whatever she likes here. He did the same with Natasha after all, until the red head quite literally put herself against a wall and let him fuck her from behind. Really, was it his fault that Natasha had ended up squealing like a little bitch, slid down the wall as her legs turned to jelly?

Sharon was clearly taking a particular lesson from watching the Black Widow of all people lose a battle of sexual conquest. It wasn't the right lesson, but to be fair, it was probably a reasonable one. Namely, she seems to have decided that Natasha didn't do enough to tire him out before letting him fuck her. And that was where Agent Thirteen had apparently chosen to excel.

Taking him in her mouth, the great-niece of Peggy Carter double-fists his cock with both hands while greedily sucking and slurping at the end of his dick. Her tongue swirls around his cockhead and her lips suction down as best they're able as she goes full blast in giving him the best damn blowjob of her entire life.

As previously mentioned, she's no seduction specialist like her counterpart. But in this moment, that's what she's decided to have to be. And so, to make up for her lack of experience and technique, Sharon has clearly decided to go full tilt, to make an all out charm offensive on him. In no time at all, she's choking herself on Adrian's cock, taking him down the back of her throat and sliding her gloved hands further and further down his length so she can handle more of his massive girth.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

As she begins to gag on his dick, Sharon doesn't let it stop her. She does her best to repress her gag reflex, but where Natasha probably could have done so entirely thanks to previous experience, Sharon… not so much. In the end, all she can really do is moderately slow down the pace of her choking, even as she still forces herself deeper and deeper down his cock.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

Natasha would have made it look good. She would have handled his entire length down her throat without one ounce of complaint. Trained seductress that she is, the Black Widow would have deep throated his dick with just the right amount of effort and force until he blew his load into her gullet and she guzzled down his cum.

Sharon… does not quite manage that. In the end, the blonde does not manage to make it look effortless. Her face grows redder and redder, her eyes go watery, and saliva and drool begins to coalesce around her lips and his cock, ultimately collecting on her chin and dribbling down onto her naked tits as they bounce and jiggle with the force that she's thrusting her face down the length of his shaft.

And yet, she doesn't give up. She must know that she's not doing as well as Natasha would have but see that's the thing… Natasha had chosen to forego any oral foreplay. So even if Natasha COULD have done better, she hadn't. Meaning Sharon was already a leg up on the competition in that regard. Indeed, there's a note of triumph in Agent Thirteen's watery eyes as she stares up at him, still gurgling, gagging, and choking down his length.

Adrian has to admit… there's something delicious about the way she looks. She's not perfect. She's not making it look easy. She's turning into an utter mess for HIS pleasure… and that's quite the treat. Feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming, the Power Manipulator reaches out and grabs hold of Sharon's hair, gathering her blonde locks up into a makeshift ponytail.

She goes still for a moment at that, before returning to her efforts. Until finally he's done and tightens his grip on her ponytail, yanking her head back off of his cock quite suddenly. All she has time for is a single gasp before he's covering Peggy Carter's great-niece in his seed. Holding her steady by her hair, Adrian makes sure to cum all over her face and tits, coating her from forehead to belly button in his jizz.

She gasps, unable to do anything but take it as he covers her in his cum, humiliating her right there on the spot. But then, it wasn't anything less than what he'd done to Natasha, now was it? With a cheery grin, Adrian releases his grip on Sharon's hair rather forcefully, sending her falling back onto her ass as her beautiful crouch finally fails her. The gorgeous femme fatale is left sputtering for maybe a handful of seconds at most before she gets herself under control but seeing her in such a degrading position is still forever burned into Adrian's memory, even as she hops up to her feet and looks down at herself.

Whatever her original plan to one-up Natasha might have been, he's probably ruined it by making a complete mess of her front. In the end, she really only has one choice now and Adrian can see her rapidly reworking things in her head, finding a new way. Where before she might have had him fuck her on her back, or even maybe pushed him down and rode him… now she instead turns around.

Facing away from him, Sharon reaches down even further and pulls the zipper of her bodysuit all the way back, letting it split open to slowly expose her shapely, toned ass as well. Adrian watches as she does a dip and then an arch, showing off her curvaceous derriere while arching her spine beautifully. He nods his approval, even as Agent Thirteen slides her hands down her legs, slowly bending over for him, offering him her pussy.

Then, she gracefully descends down onto her hands and knees, continuing to arch her back in an almost feline manner, lifting her hips high into the air and reaching back down under herself to use two fingers to spread her pussy lips for him. An inviting proposition to be sure, and one that Adrian has zero issues whatsoever taking her up on.

Kneeling down behind her, Adrian grips his cock, still rock hard, in one hand and grabs a fistful of Sharon Carter's gorgeous booty with the other. She really is an athletic bitch, with a well-muscled ass. But she's also a woman with a woman's body and a woman's beauty, giving her posterior just the right amount of fat for a good squeeze before one runs into the toned muscle beneath.

Digging his fingers in, Adrian grins as Sharon lets out a wanton moan… or what she clearly assumes to be a wanton moan. He chuckles softly at the faux cry of pleasure, not taking any offense to her attempt to convince him he's touching her just the way she wants to be touched. After all… those moans will be real soon enough.

Placing his cockhead against her slit, Adrian uses his grip on her hips to thrust into her from behind. The gasp and sharp intake of breath as he does so are both VERY real, and the way her pussy walls quiver around his dick as he stretches them out for the entirety of his length is as well. Sharon doesn't have half the training Natasha did… but she also doesn't have half of the physical modifications either.

The blonde would probably consider this to be a categorically bad thing. In fact, she'd said as much just a little while ago. She hated that Natasha was better than her and thanks to the rearranging of her priorities, Sharon would do ANYTHING to be better than Natasha at this point, just as Natasha would do ANYTHING to be able to carry a child at long last.

But it wasn't all bad. There was one way in which Sharon beat Natasha out… namely, in terms of what she could feel. Natasha had been muted. He had broken that down, eventually destroying her barriers wholly and utterly, but there had still been all of that initial work he'd had to do to make her really squeal and scream for him.

Sharon… didn't have any of that. Which made it much easier for Adrian to make her cream herself on his cock again and again while reaching out and gathering her hair up into a tight ponytail wrapped around his fist once more. Pounding into her from behind, really clapping her cheeks with each thrust, the Power Manipulator grins as the blonde ends up a squealing mess for him in short order.

"Ooooh fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

It's obvious, at least to him, that her expletive-laden speech is not at all voluntary. But maybe it is. Maybe, given everything else, Sharon has decided that just giving in and letting down all of her defenses is the right play at this point.

After all, she's already covered in his jizz. She's already debased herself in ways that would make her Auntie Peggy turn in her grave. Wait… was Peggy Carter dead yet? Adrian finds himself blinking as he checks and discovers that she's not via his pet Jean's ability to check on every mind on the planet simultaneously.

Indeed, Peggy is old and her mind is failing her… but she's not dead. A wicked little grin spreads across Adrian's face, and he decides to set up something fun for down the road. Even as he's fucking Sharon Carter silly from behind, pounding into her cunt so hard and so fast that he's ramming up into the entrance of her womb with every thrust, Adrian… multitasks. Utilizing Jean and Wanda's enhanced powers combined is the work of moments, and then he's able to focus back on the task at hand… namely, plowing Sharon silly.

Finally, he lets out a loud groan and cums inside of her, filling her with his seed just as he did Natasha. Of course, unlike Natasha, Sharon's greatest dream is not to be impregnated by him. Yet, anyways. So he makes sure that that won't happen, keeping his seed inside of her sterile so there are no happy accidents this time around.

As he pulls out of the blonde, she slumps forward face down on the floor, panting heavily and outright exhausted. A glance at Natasha shows that she's still recovering too. You would think that someone like the Black Widow would have been up and ready for another round by now… but in all fairness, Adrian had stripped away her defenses and made her feel like a real woman again for the first time in decades. It was no wonder that Natasha still couldn't figure out her right from her left.

While seeing the two gorgeous femme fatales in equally dazed states was highly amusing… Adrian nevertheless snaps his fingers and watches as they both instantly recover. Not only do they recover mentally, but they also recover physically… albeit still with their cunts stuffed with his seed and their catsuits in the states they had put them in.

The two super spies both hop to their feet, feeling a burst of energy that takes them aback as they each turn to him, their eyes immediately dipping to his cock before going to each other. They're both wondering the same thing… can they squeeze in another round with him? Can they edge ahead of each other still? Or are they done?

Adrian, smiling enigmatically, taps his chin with a finger and hums.

"Hmm… honestly, it's just so hard to decide. Natasha definitely had the best technique, but I won't lie… I think Sharon wanted it a little more. This is a tough one to call…"

Both women tense up at that, looking like they each want to jump his bones and 'persuade' him to reconsider each of them. Before they can do so, however, Adrian cuts them off.

"But then… why does there even HAVE to be one winner, really? Why not have two, right?"

The two of them blink at that and exchange a quick glance with one another. In the end, they shoot him matching accusatory glances, even crossing their arms over their naked chests as they scowl.

"You were the one who said there could be only one SHIELD liaison, Power Broker."

"That's right. We were competing for the singular spot YOU provided."

Chuckling softly, Adrian waves a hand through the air dismissively.

"Ah, I've changed my mind. Not on the 'only need one liaison' thing mind you… but on my gifts having to be a signing bonus. Really, why not let you both come away from this with something for yourselves? You've certainly both earned it. Especially since… well, it seems obvious to me which of you should be the liaison and which should return to Director Fury to give your report."

It really is quite obvious. Honestly, Adrian is surprised that they don't immediately see it. But then he sees understanding light up in their eyes. Natasha and Sharon are smart girls. Certainly smart enough to see what's right in front of them. As they look at one another, Adrian just claps his hands together.

"Agent Carter wants to be the very best. Agent Romanoff wants to have a child. I see no reason that your desires should conflict or be at odds with one another. As my SHIELD liaison, the Black Widow will have all the time in the world to get pregnant and raise a child in the safest place in the galaxy… right by my side. Meanwhile, if Agent Thirteen were my liaison, she wouldn't exactly have many chances to go out and prove she's the best, now would she? So… the solution is quite simple, all in all."

There's a brief pause, and then Natasha narrows her eyes at him, correctly deducing that there's a catch before her counterpart.

"… And what would we have to do to persuade you of this course of action, Power Broker?"

Beside her, Sharon stiffens at Natasha's words, clearly caught off guard by the idea that they hadn't done enough. But Adrian just grins, eyes twinkling. Technically, he could have just let them off easily right here and right now… but in order for events to play out like he wanted them to with minimal interference on his part, he needed to keep them with him for a little while longer. That said…

"A little bit of cooperation would not be amiss."

In an instant, he's sat upon a comfortable chair again, lounging upon it as though it's his throne. With his legs spread wide, his cock stands at attention, twitching and waiting for them both. Natasha is, of course, quickest on the uptake again, but to her credit, Sharon follows suit right after the red head drops to her hands and knees and begins crawling across the intervening space between them.

The Black Widow and Agent Thirteen both make their way over to him, crawling all the way. Then, they take up position between his legs, kneeling as they each wrap a gloved hand around his cock and begin stroking it up and down. The two femme fatales exchange a glance with one another before leaning in at the same time and beginning to lick up and down his shaft. Adrian groans in appreciation, eyes twinkling with both arousal and impish delight.

He loves it when a plan comes together, and right this moment, as two of SHIELD's finest start to slurp away at his throbbing cock, a plan is most definitely coming together…

-x-X-x-

"Sir, Agent Thirteen has returned."

Director Fury narrows his one remaining eye at that, noting immediately the absence of another agent he sent after the Power Broker. His decision to send both Carter and Romanoff after the Power Broker independent of one another might have seemed… strange, but he had his reasons. Still, he had fully expected them to run into each other over the course of their mission, and then work together to ultimately figure out what the hell was going on.

He hadn't expected only one of them to return, but perhaps Natasha had completely side-stepped Sharon, keeping the latter agent in the dark. Perhaps the Black Widow was still on mission and would report in later. For now, Nick just sighs and presses a button on his desk. The door to his office opens, and Sharon Carter steps inside, wearing her signature white catsuit.

She stops in front of his desk, hands clasped behind her back and feet shoulder-length apart.

"Sir."

"Agent. Report."

"Yes sir. Agent Romanoff and I-!"

Before Sharon can finish that sentence, a sentence that has Fury's eye narrowing yet again at the mention of the other agent, the ceiling suddenly opens up and spills forth a person. Seeing as Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, hadn't even KNOWN the ceiling of his office could do that, he's immediately on his feet, shouting in alarm as he draws his side-arm.

Agent Carter also reacts with great speed, tensing up and dropping into a fighting stance as the unknown assailant lands in a three point crouch on the floor… and then slowly lifts herself to her feet. Both Fury and Sharon freeze in place at who they see in front of them. It SHOULD be impossible. And yet…

Wearing a hospital gown, brushing herself off, Margaret Elizabeth Carter, Ph.D., looks to her great-niece and then back to Nick, frowning most severely as she takes them both in.

"Nick. What the hell is going on?"

There aren't many people in the world who can speak to Nick Fury like that and get away with it. However, the woman who had fought alongside Captain America and the Howling Commandos in the Second World War, a former Director of SHIELD, was one of them. That said, Nick wasn't sure this was HIS Peggy Carter, or some kind of trick. He honestly didn't understand what he was seeing.

"… I would hope you would have the answer to that, Dr. Carter. Seeing as you're the one who somehow snuck into this highly secured facility and came in through a hole in my security I didn't even know existed."

Peggy glances up at the ceiling at that, and then back to him with a light smirk.

"Ah. Well, long before it was your office Nick, it was mine. And while you and any of my other predecessors might have had the place renovated a little bit, it's clear you didn't find all of my secrets."

Frowning, Fury slowly nods, accepting that for what it is.

"… So then it is you, Doctor Carter? Not some… clone or shapeshifter or younger version from an alternate universe?"

Peggy's brow rises further and further with every proposed explanation for her sudden appearance here. To be fair, she looks spectacular. Not a day over twenty-five. With her brunette curls, ruby red lips, and rosy complexion, Nick could completely understand if she'd somehow been pulled straight out of the 1940s. However, her knowledge of him and this office's security made that unlikely.

Still, she was Director of SHIELD long before he was, and she doesn't bother scoffing at any of his suggestions. They both knew everything he just suggested could have been distinct possibilities.

"As far as I know, Nick, I am who I am. I woke up in the hospital in Upstate New York that's been taking care of me ever since the Alzheimer's got so bad I couldn't take care of myself. And yet… I remember everything. The Alzheimer's is gone, I'm suddenly decades younger… and frankly, I feel like I was given a dose of the Super Soldier Serum while I was asleep."

His eye glides over Peggy's hospital-gown clad form at that, noting bulging muscles where there weren't any before. Yes… he could see how that might be the case. But even still, he wasn't sure he believed it.

"Sir! Urgent report just came in… apparently, Margaret Elizabeth Carter has gone missing from her bed!"

As the news comes over his intercom, Fury raises an eyebrow at the deaged brunette standing in his office. Peggy just shrugs.

"I wasn't about to just lay there waiting for them to find me. Especially not knowing what I now know, Nick."

… And what did that mean, exactly? With a sigh, Nick presses another button on his desk.

"Understood. Get all agents on looking for her, immediately. Figure out where she went."

"Yes sir!"

With that, the line goes dead. Peggy just quirks an eyebrow at him, but also smirks knowingly. Her words had had the effect of making him want to hide her… miraculous deaging for the moment. But to be fair, this should probably be a Level Ten secret anyways. This was… insanity, really.

"What do you mean by 'what you now know', Doctor Carter?"

Before she answers him, Peggy looks over at her great-niece. He's about to say that Sharon is trusted and can hear anything that needs to be said, but before he can speak, Peggy walks over to the blonde… and throws a punch at her.

Sharon catches the fist in an instant, making Fury's single visible eye widen yet again. Agent Thirteen had NOT been empowered by a super soldier serum before he'd sent her on today's mission… but he can literally see the ground of his office splintering between the two women as they struggle to overwhelm the other for a moment. And then that moment passes, and it's Peggy of all people who starts to be pushed back, much to her AND her great-niece's surprise.

As soon as she realizes she's forcing Peggy back, Sharon stops, disengaging and stepping to the side. Peggy, meanwhile, catches herself and shakes her fist, before giving the younger Carter woman a look.

Clearing her throat, Agent Thirteen looks to Nick and holds her head high.

"Sir. As I was saying before we were… interrupted, Agent Romanoff and I made contact with the Power Broker. In exchange for Agent Romanoff staying with him as his official SHIELD liaison, and my reporting back here to you… he gave us both a single boon."

Well, fuck. That was… unexpected. And frankly, unacceptable. The SHIELD Director grits his teeth as he realizes that this Power Broker has compromised two of his best agents in one fell swoop. Perhaps sensing his anger, Agent Carter visibly stiffens.

"Sir, I can promise you that I am in no way compromised. My loyalty is still to SHIELD… to the organization that my great-aunt helped found."

Sharon throws a meaningful toss of her head in Peggy's direction at that. Honestly, Fury is expecting the other woman to immediately come down on her great-niece like a sack of bricks, but instead Peggy just nods along.

"She's right, Nick. We have more important things to worry about than all of that. I eluded to it earlier, but I didn't just regain all of the memories that I lost to the Alzheimer's. I also gained perfect clarity on them. Everything I ever saw, everything I ever experienced… it's all in my head again, all at once."

That… sounds maddening. Concerned now, the SHIELD Director looks Peggy Carter in the eye. She smiles back a bit wanly, but otherwise seems relatively stable.

"It's… a lot, but whatever has been done to me allows me to handle it. Put simply, I am looking back on every second of my entire life with fresh eyes… and I'm seeing things I should have realized a long time ago. We fucked up, Nick, I and the other Founders, way back at the start."

She lets out an explosive breath and then gains a look on her face filled with pure determination.

"SHIELD has become a nest for HYDRA's resurgence. I don't know how deep it goes; I don't know how far the corruption runs. I know you and Sharon aren't HYDRA… and that's all I know."

Well… shit. Peggy was right. That was more important, unfortunately. Damn it all…

-x-X-x-

Watching Nick Fury interact with the 'gift' that Adrian sent his way is quite the treat, even as he lays back and lets a certain beautiful femme fatale bounce up and down on his cock. Riding him reverse cowgirl, Natasha Romanoff is all moans… albeit muffled ones, seeing as Jean is currently kissing the ever living daylights out of her, while Wanda is busy alternating between slurping at Natasha's nipples and frigging her clit with her fingers.

The Black Widow has been fully stripped bare, her catsuit gone now as she rides him with every last inch of her gorgeous body on display while impaled upon his cock. There'd been a moment after Sharon had finally left where Natasha had questioned him on why she should let HIM be her baby daddy. Adrian had just laughed at that and asked her if there was really anyone else in the whole world who would be better suited to be father to her child than he was?

… In the end, she'd come around to his way of thinking. Now that she was going to bear him a kid, of course, Adrian wasn't about to let her have any split loyalties though. Which was why he'd gone ahead and stripped her of that pretty rock-solid loyalty to SHIELD. Officially, she might be SHIELD's liaison with him, but in reality… they would all know who she truly belonged to.

Of course, with Peggy Carter having shown up in Nick's office right before Sharon could properly give her report, the SHIELD Director was going to have his hands full for a while yet. There was no world in which he would be able to focus on Adrian any time soon, not when the Power Broker was a mostly benign influence as far as he knew, while HYDRA was… well, bad news from top to bottom.

Watching the Peggy & Nick show (with special guest Sharon Carter) as they worked to try and get the rot out of their organization would supply Adrian with no small amount of amusement, he figured. If they needed it, he might even give them a little help here or there. Certainly, he wasn't about to oblige HYDRA by making it a fair fight, no sir. In this case, he very much expected SHIELD to win and win big.

And if he'd made created something of a Trojan Horse with Agent Thirteen, so that at some point down the line Peggy would end up visiting him and impaled upon his dick just like her great-niece? Well, that was something Adrian would look forward to. All in good time, however. For now, with Jean Grey, Wanda Maximoff, and Natasha Romanoff all at his beck and call, Adrian had more than enough beauties to fill his days with pleasure and ecstasy.

Besides, it wasn't like he was going to stop taking on commissions, heh. He could hardly wait to see who the next customer was to take him up on his Deal with the Devil. Anyone who wanted power had to go through him now… and Adrian was excited to see what would happen next.

For the time being, he lets out a loud grunt and proceeds to slam his hips up into Natasha Romanoff one final time before filling the squealing woman with his seed even as she creams herself all over his cock. This time around, Adrian makes sure that their coupling produces life. In that moment, Natasha gets what she always, ALWAYS wanted… to be barefoot and pregnant, and cared for by her man without having to worry about anything but her impending motherhood.

Such a beautiful dream. And one that Adrian was MORE than happy to turn into a reality…