A Hero's Multiverse

''Please, stop...'' Wanda tells Carol in heavily accented English, rubbing her head, as it throbs painfully. ''... This is worse than any prison I know of and believe me I have seen my fair share of prisons. First Hydra now you guys.''

''Ever been brainwashed?...'' Asks Carol the young woman, throwing a color scale on the table. ''... Let me tell you being used by others to do harm is far worse than this.''

''No I am generally the one who des the brainwashing...'' States Wanda shooting an evil stare at Carol.''... You know... Me and my brother, we lost our parents in a bombing... We were ten years old, having dinner, the four of us... When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor. It's big. Our parents go in, and the whole building starts coming apart. I was grabbed by my brother and we rolled under the bed and the second shell hits. But, it doesn't go off. It just... sits there in the rubble, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted one word... STARK... We were trapped for two days... Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks, I think, 'This will set it off.' We wait for two days for Tony Stark to kill us... I know what you are.''

''You know what, just go...'' States Carol, needing time to process what Wanda told her as she fights the guilt she still feels for killing innocent Skrulls. ''... With Ethen and Pikapool there is no way you can get away anyway.''

Still shooting evil glares at Carol, Wanda leaves the Carol's still work in progress quarters, finally able to freely explore this latest prison if hers.

Moving one floor up, the involuntarily walks into the massively extended and many times remodeled forge of Sindri and Brokk.

Impressed by the pure size of the forge, Wanda forgets that she is a prisoner and not a tourist. Walking among large-scale machinery and small workbenches as well as a seemingly infinite number of tools. The deeper she goes, the colder it gets, as if she is walking away from an invisible heat source. Going up a set of metal stairs, Wanda walks into a small laboratory.

As soon as she walks into the room, light sources come to light illuminating the whole space. The last lights to turn on are those inside of four two meters tall and half a meter in diameter wide water tanks containing four female bodies. Even more shocking to Wanda the two females labeled Marie and Kate have very similar features to her own.

''Like what you see? They are beautiful aren't they?'' Asks suddenly a very gruff low pitched voice behind her, startling her.

While the Avengers have to deal with Ultron and Wanda spends her time with Pikapools twins and Brokk, Ethen and Natasha decide to spend some long overdue quality time in the now empty Hot spring.

Relaxing in while being submerged into the hot water, Ethen notices a curvy perfectly hourglass shaped female form stepping into the hot spring.

Suprised to see Natasha, Ethen confesses. ''I didn't realize you were coming.''

Dropping the towel covering her private parts, she submerges herself into the water before blushingly saying. ''I would've joined you earlier, but uh, it didn't seem like the right time.''

Seeing Natashas perfect form despite the cloudy mist, Ethen tells her. ''Sorry I used up all the hot water.''

Pressing her nacked front against Ethens chest, counting his muscles, Natasha confesses. ''I should've joined you earlier.''

''Your friends hate me. I guess I missed that window with you.''

Smirking the spy asks him. ''Did you?''

''Come on Nat. You just saw me, the real me, for the first time. You know I always have to leave...'' Ethen tells Natasha, as he pulls her face up, to see into her eyes. ''... Some cosmic bigshots even erased my timeline just because of me. Me being able to lift that dam hammer just proved it. I don't belong here...''

Blushing Natasha asks while hugging Ethen. ''But you assume that I have to stay? I had this, um, dream. The kind that seems normal at the time, but when you wake...''

''I haven't had a dream in a long time...'' Ethen tells her as his right-hand thumb caresses Widows lower lip lovingly. ''... What did you dream?''

''That I was an Avenger...'' Natasha, as she puts Ethens left hand at the small of her back. ''... That I was anything more than the assassin they made me.''

Growing Ethen tells her. ''I think you're being hard on yourself.''

''Here I was hoping to get you alone.'' She tells him, as she pulls his right hand down from her lips to her breasts, leaning back away from him to give him better exes or herself.

Having his cock already rock hard, Ethen shudders involuntary, as her pussy lips make contact with it. Growing, he asks. ''What are you doing?''

''I'm running with it, with you...'' Natasha tells him, snaking her hands around his neck while rubbing against him. ''... Thinking only complicates things...''

Lifting her small form slightly up, Ethen places his cock at her entrance. Deeply looking into her horny face, he asks her. ''What is on your mind?''

Wanting to feel him inside of herself, she wiggles against his cock and its head slightly right inside of her.

Wanting to go further, Natasha struggles against his embrace, but Ethen holds her firmly in place. ''I want you inside of me... I want you to want me, despite...''

''Natasha, where can I stay? Where in your Multiverse am I not a threat?...'' States Ethen looking very sad. ''... I am already surprised that no unbeatable villain appeared so far.''

Forcing Ethen to face her, she tells him. ''You're not a threat to me.''

Letting her slide down half the length of his cock, a possessive feeling strikes at his core. ''You sure? Even if there might be no future with me... I might ever have this with you or anyone... kids, do the math. Half my DNA is Amazonian the other half is Kryptonian. Also, there are the Others. Please don't tell them.''

Deliberately ignoring the last part of his statement, Natasha starts working the half of his cock already inside of her. Sliding, wiggling and grinding his cock, before confessing while moaning, she tells him. ''Neither can I... In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, um, they have a graduation ceremony... They sterilize you. It's efficient. One less thing to worry about. The one thing that might matter more than a mission. It makes everything easier. Even killing...'' Hesitating for a moment as an orgasm hits her nerves, she continues. ''... You still think you're the only one feeling lost?''