"The delegation from Wakanda has arrived." Jarvis announced.
Tony whistled "That was fast."
"It appears that they are very interested in the vibranium we've recently acquired, sir."
"Who's receiving them?"
"Agent Romanoff, will you be joining them?"
He knew that Natasha would want him stay out of this and let her talk them in circles, but he just couldn't resist. The things that Klaw had told them about Wakanda had been fantastic, and Harry had been able to confirm it with his… new mind reading ability.
It seemed like every week, he added a new ability to his arsenal (or more accurately, re-learned something he'd been cut off from). It would have been unnerving if he wasn't in the least bit threatening, personally. Traumatized? Yes. Terrifying when backed into a corner? Certainly. But he rivalled Steve for not having a malicious bone in his body, and that was saying something.
Not to mention, with their new stock of vibranium, he and Harry were beginning to put into development a variety of new runic configurations. Steve's little forcefield was just the beginning. Harry was now working on a set that could block mental intrusions. Even if Tony had been prone to paranoia, he doubted Harry would be high up on his list.
No, Tony's primary concern was the Wakandan delegation, he pulled up their reception on screen. King T'Chaka, flanked by his son, and a severe woman who seemed to be a bodyguard of sorts. Officially, they were in New York to speak at the United Nations… unofficially their visit to Avengers Tower likely loomed just as large on their leger.
Wakanda. A secret civilization blessed with the most valuable natural resource in history. The world's hidden superpower. Knowing what vibranium was capable had him salivating, it made it all the more important that they keep their access to it. At the same time, it was clear that Wakanda valued the metal just as much and had major trust issues. They wouldn't let it go without a fight.
Before they'd known the extent of Wakanda's advancement, he'd suggested just buying it off them. Surely a small African nation would love a billion dollars. Of course, now they knew that Wakanda was likely very wealthy in its own right, but they had some other pieces of leverage.
And it was time to put a few of those cards on the table.
"Glad you guys could make it in such short notice." He announced himself. Nat turned and gave him a very forced smile.
"Tony! I thought you were busy with R&D?"
"Well, I think our guests take priority right now, don't you?" He said genially, while snickering internally at how irked Nat was.
"Of course." She agreed. "May I introduce Tony Stark. He's an incredibly busy man, so-"
"After all," Tony grinned "I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to swap trade secrets."
"I'm afraid I don't understand your meaning." T'Chaka said evenly. Too evenly. Nat, meanwhile, looked like she was considering tasing him.
"Oh, you don't need to pretend with us. We know."
"I… see." T'Chaka's face fell, lips folding into a thin line.
"Excuse us for a moment." Natasha said, grabbing Tony by the arm and dragging him off. Once they had a door between them and the delegation, she hissed. "What are you thinking, you don't drop a bomb like that without some tact."
He rolled his eyes "Please. If we want to act in good faith, we should put all our cards on the table. I was just being honest."
"Now they're going to think we're going to strongarm-" She paused as muffled voices rose behind them. She gave him a look that said 'later' and rushed back. Tony followed on her heels and was bemused to find Steve chatting amiably with the Wakandan King.
"Yes, the shield's always served me well. I understand that Tony's father put a lot of effort into refining the metal for it, and you should see what Harry's been working on."
"He's your… magician?" T'challa asked. "What exactly is he doing?"
Tony grinned "Trade secret."
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The situation had spiraled from there, and all of Natasha's carefully laid plans had been thrown into chaos. The Wakandan delegation had withdrawn for 'discussion' looking rather rattled, though at least they weren't heading for the doors.
It was times like this that she could use a… physical outlet. Her brain immediately conjured a fantasy of her and Harry getting 'physical', and she had to shake her head to dispel the image. Her and Skye's late-night rendezvous was no secret to Harry, and since then the change in their relationship had been as striking as it was subtle. She hadn't appreciated just how much of themselves they'd both been holding back. She could touch him now, just casually, and it was nice to be able to talk to him without having to worry about coming off worng. It was just good, even if they hadn't yet officially crossed the line. And oh she wanted to- thus her brain's constant attempts to derail her thought process in that direction- but there had never been a good time. They were constantly busy- along with securing the vibranium and negotiating with Wakanda, they'd still been attempting to track down Hydra, with decreasing returns.
Harry's tracking spell no longer picked up Loki's Staff, and since Harry could still track Madame Hydra herself (for all the good it did them, it usually took days to narrow down the location, by which time she had moved) it wasn't clear what that meant. They'd spent a brainstorming session speculating about what Hydra's plans might be, all they really knew was that it was probably nothing good.
So, with no better outlet, Natasha took to the gym. The facilities were well attended by the Avengers. Stark had spared no expense on equipment that could hold up to enhanced abilities, and most of the team regularly trained there. But not this late. Few would be awake- except perhaps Tony if he was pulling an all-nighter in his shop- let alone working out, which left Nat free to attack a punching bag to her heart's content.
She found herself really slipping into the zone, to the point where she might have to worry about bruising in the morning when the sound of the door yanked her from her trance. She whirled around, confronting the new entrant with a combat stance, and feeling a bit foolish when she realized it was Harry.
"You don't have to stop on my account." He told her.
Natasha huffed as she relaxed her stance. "You sure about that? Clearly you came up here to talk to me." Harry worked out first thing in the morning, it was his thing. The only reason he'd come here at midnight was to find her.
He shrugged "You were looking tense earlier, I wanted to help. Though maybe you already have that covered?" Again, that traitorous part of her brain leapt at the prospect of having him 'help' her. Having sex with Skye had flipped a switch in her brain. Her enthusiasm and eagerness to please had made up for any inexperience on her part, but now Nat found herself craving more. She couldn't stop thinking about how satisfying it would be to rip Harry's clothes off, to take his cock and satisfy that ache within her. She hadn't missed the glances he'd snuck at her, she knew he liked how she looked now, sweaty, flushed, and on an adrenaline high.
"What did you have in mind?" She asked instead.
"Well…" He said speculatively "We could spar?" With training and practice, he'd improved greatly in his hand-to-hand combat. While he hadn't achieved mastery, per se, she was confident he would be able to hold his own if he were somehow deprived of magic.
"You really want to get beat up?" She asked with blunt humor.
"I… might not get beat up this time." He said weakly, to which Nat only raised her eyebrows and grinned. "Fine, but that's the only way I'm going to get better, right?"
"Hm, true. You know what would also help?" She smirked, feeling daring and still on an adrenaline high from her workout "Stakes."
"O-oh?" She could tell she'd put him off balance, she liked it.
She approached him and put a hand on his shoulder "Loser has to take a piece of clothing off."
Harry flushed, eyes darting to the door. "Surely, you have a way to make sure no one walks in?" She prompted. She knew that there were no cameras in this gym, and that none of the rest of the team would visit this late, but to put his own mind at ease he sealed the door shut with a wave of his hand.
"If you wanted to get my clothes off, all you had to do is ask."
"This is more fun." Her hand trailed down, feeling the solidity of his chest. It would be more fun, getting to strip him one victory at a time. "Besides, it's been a while since I've gotten to test your skills."
His skills had certainly improved, more than she'd expected, but she'd been training her entire life, for as long as she could remember. Strength was important in combat, but to say she was good at using her opponent's raw strength against them was an understatement. After a few minutes of testing the waters, she found his weak point- a slight overextension from his punch, his guard slightly down. Most people wouldn't have been able to take advantage of an error that small. She locked his arm in a grapple, ensuring that he'd remain off balance while she swept his leg, sending him toppling over.
Harry didn't even look surprised when he found himself on the mat. He merely blinked up at her "So, what'd I do?"
"You're doing good." She told him; it was the truth. He didn't need to be as good at her at physical combat, just good enough to get by if he was forced into the situation "You overextended yourself slightly. Its' just-" He took his shirt off, and for a moment the words fumbled in her mouth "…just a minor mistake."
"Like what you see?" He teased.
"Don't think you can distract your way to victory." It wasn't not a viable strategy to use against her at that moment, but she was far to motivated to beat him to throw their little game like that.
"'Course not." He assured "I wouldn't dare impugn your abilities."
"You can't flatter your way into me taking it easy on you, either."
He played the next round more conservatively, which forced her to go on the attack. This was much more fun, it was exhilarating, getting to let loose one someone who could take it. Harry really was improving in hand-to-hand combat, and his magic granted him enough durability that she didn't need to worry about pulling her punches, so she could just let loose. Eventually she was able to fake him out with a feint, grapple him, and use her superior leverage to wrestle him to the ground. He struggled mightily the entire way down, and the excuse to remain in close contact with him didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Kinky." Harry remarked breathlessly, while she herself panted with the effort the fight had taken her from her perch atop his body.
She smacked his ass in response, before helping him to his feet. "Get up and take your pants off."
"Yes ma'am." She took the opportunity to admire him again. He wasn't ripped in the way that Steve or Thor were, and he didn't sport a six-pack. Yet there was something appealing about the solidity of his physique, his solid, practical musculature. Despite possibly being the single most powerful person on their team (there had been friendly arguments which Harry had shied away from, and Natasha had watched with feigned disinterest), he felt so very real. Then his pants came off, and her eyes were drawn to the imprint of his erection against his boxers, she couldn't wait to strip him of even those, too. "Ready?" He prompted, drawing her from her thoughts. By his smile, he'd guessed what had distracted her.
The final round was the closest run of them all. And yes, perhaps she'd spent more time than strictly necessary in her attempted grapple, and yes that might have let him throw her off. Yet she was able to roll to her feet and spring in for another attack, a flurry of blows that Harry blocked, dodged, and parried. Her heart pounded, blood roared in her ears, and she attacked relentlessly, pushing and pushing until a weakness in his defense opened up, and then she struck.
He landed backwards into the mat, gazing up at Natasha with an expression she could only describe as… tempting. She was sweaty, flushed, panting for breath, and absolutely exhilarated. Most pressingly, she was beyond ready to fuck him into the ground.
She landed on top of him, attacking his mouth with just as much ferocity as she'd attacked him in their sparring match. Her body sang with satisfaction of victory, of having his skin flush against her, and his erection to grind against. He was her prize, all hers to enjoy.
She pulled back, beaming with a cocky grin. "I win." She preened, emphasizing her point with a long roll of her hips, and his gasp in response was music to her ears. Yes, this, all of this had been a good decision. One of the best she'd ever made. She'd missed this, missed him.
Harry tried to rise up to meet her, but she put a stop to that, flipping him onto his side and grabbing him by the crotch. By this point, neither of them was seriously fighting, and Harry could have broken out of his position if he'd wanted to.
He didn't want to.
"Well, look at that." She sang "Harry Potter, world famous Avenger, completely at my mercy." She pressed a hand into his crotch, massaging his erection as it twitched for her. "Eager, are we?" She tugged his waistband down, and no sooner than she had released his manhood, she recaptured it in her hand.
Harry writhed deliciously against her, and she couldn't deny how appealing it was having this attractive man wriggling beneath her. The way his muscles flexed and played, couples with how his breath came out in sharp gasps and helpless moans did things to her. She had his thigh trapped between her legs, and it was in a perfect position for her to grind against it. "Come on, moan for me."
Harry moaned, and that first tentative noise opened the gates for a litany of delicious noises as she began to stroke him in earnest. She savored the feel of him in her hand- how his foreskin glided with her stroking, the firmness of him, and how he twitched in response to her. He began to arch his hips upward, muscles straining to thrust his cock into her hand. She felt powerful, and to revel in the feeling, she ground back down against his thigh with a deep, exuberant moan.
When it was time, Harry warned her of his impending orgasm, but she only used that warning to tighten her group and quicken her pace. She ripped a ragged moan from him as he neared the brink of orgasm, and hearing his raw, unbridled pleasure, all for her, was worth any effort. And his orgasm… it was a work of art. She felt his cock pulse urgently in her hands as he spent himself, cum arcing through the air and decorating his upper body. His chest, heaving, flushed and already covered with a sheen of sweat, was now plastered with his virility, that clung to him in trails down to his abdomen.
Natasha stared, transfixed. He looked delicious, and she was utterly unprepared for the effect the sight would have on her. She was taken by a hunger, a desire that demanded satiation. She wanted- no, needed- to wallow in him. She needed to take him inside her, to mold their bodies together, to smear his essence between them and surround herself in the scent and taste of him.
If she could have, she would have ripped the clothes from her body. The urgency of her efforts to undress caught Harry's attention even as he lay dazed in the afterglow of his climax "Nat… what?"
"I fucking need your cock." She growled, tossing her sports bra to the ground. "I don't care what it takes, get your cock fucking hard, now."
Thankfully Harry's stamina was every bit as impressive as she'd remembered, and he began to twitch back to life as she removed the last of her clothes. His eyes were transfixed on her, but she made no move to put on a show, and as soon as her panties hit the floor, she was back upon him. She stared him down as she drew his shaft along her outer lips, urging him to full hardness. His cock readily obliged, engorging with the stimulation, allowing her to slam her hips down on him, ripping moans from both of them.
Fuck. She'd missed this. How had she lasted so long without this feeling? It was so perfect, feeling her heated core wrap around his cock, the emptiness within her satiated by his thick, vital rod, replaced by deep pleasure that her entire body thrummed along with. She was never going to let go of him again.
Nat didn't let up, not for a moment, putting everything into fucking him into the floor. She couldn't get enough of the addicting feeling of taking him inside her, every thrust just made her want to take him harder, to thrust him deeper, chase more of the mind melting feeling. Harry did his part, gripping her hips and thrusting back up into her. Grunts that were equal parts exertion and pleasure spilled from both of them as their fucking increased in intensity, until her hips were almost a blur of motion and muscles screamed in exertion. At that crucial moment, Harry pulled through. Rising from the floor, he gripped her ass and drove into her with renewed ferocity. Any thought of trying to regain control was dispelled as she realized that this new position was going to make her cum. Her voice broke as she cried out, her hips locked against his as fingers dug into his skin, the world blurring as Harry tipped right after her, submitting the massaging of her inner muscles. The convulsed together as her body eagerly took everything his had to offer.
When they finally collapsed, Harry would slump back to the floor, while Nat would fall on top of him, her heard resting under his chin as they both panted in exertion. She was awfully sore, but her skin was buzzing pleasantly, and her core continued to thrum with pleasure- her brain seemed set on rewarding her for finally submitting to her carnal desires. Even her mind was sluggish. It was as if she'd been doped up, thinking was like trying to swim through syrup. She was 'cock drunk' Skye would no doubt say, or perhaps 'dickmatized'. Sex so good she'd been literally fucked stupid.
She felt him shift from under her, and then she was the one on the floor, with Harry above her. Still dazed, she only protested weakly to the change, and those words died in her throat when she felt as much as saw the raw carnal pleasure in Harry's eyes as he looked down at her. His hand cupped her breast, and her body had been heated up to the point where just that simple touch felt unfairly erotic. He even drew a whimper from her when his thumb worried her nipple. His hungry eyes stayed on her even as his hand pulled back, down to his cock… his hard, throbbing cock. Natasha moaned, writhing on the floor and arching her chest out.
"You want my cock, Nat?" Harry's voice rumbled, and god, did she need it. She moaned again, her entire body was crying out for him. She reached out to bring him back down to her, but she found herself pressed back into the floor. "You want this?" He asked again.
She writhed again on the floor, slightly petulant as she said "I need it. Just… just fuck me." Harry's smile was self-satisfied as he brought his hand back down to her. Her world twitched as his finger found her clit, and then again as he sank himself into her. She could only stare dumbly up at him as the dual sensations assaulted her, a piteous noise welling from her throat. It was too much, yet it wasn't enough. She couldn't handle it, but she craved more. That sentiment only lasted until he bottomed out in her, drawing another ragged noise from her, while the press against her clit grew firmer. Distantly, even as her rational through shut down, she realized that he was going to keep giving her more, and more, and more. And she would like it.
It would take longer than either of them would have guessed, but they would both eventually retire to his room, where they would fall asleep together in the afterglow. Exhausted, yes, but also utterly satisfied.
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Harry hadn't expected the course these meetings had taken. Somewhere along the line, it had transformed from a tense diplomatic summit to a… workshopping session? Once they had made it clear that they had no intention of leaking Wakanda's secret, and weren't attempting to blackmail them, the tone of discussions had become significantly less frosty. Though none of the hard conversations about what would become of the recovered vibranium had been broached, it was progress. Some of it, no doubt, was due to the fact that they actually had something to offer them in return, a new use for vibranium. It was just too good for them to pass up, especially once they'd given a live demonstration of how the protective runes worked in tandem with Cap's shield.
The shift in tone had been emblemized by the change in venue. Their earlier conversations had taken place in a conference room. T'Chaka had led those discussions, but when he, Pepper and Maria had split off to hammer out specifics of a possible deal, T'Challa had been left to handle the present Avengers on his own. They had since moved to a workshop where T'Challa had video called a woman, Shuri. Harry soon learned was his sister, the princess of Wakanda and also apparently a literal genius. He was suddenly put back to his school days, when Hermione would be talking about something way over his head, except instead of just one person, it was several. He just had to resign himself to Tony, Bruce, and Shuri having their own conversation he couldn't understand.
Eventually, the conversation turned from the physics of vibranium to his use of runes, which Shuri was quick to scrutinize "Are you the only person who can make runes?"
"Well… no. Apparently Asgardians can make them as well. Much of their civilization runs on them."
"My brother, Loki, is a Frost Giant, and he is quite adept with them." Thor put in.
"So" Shuri deduced "This isn't specific to your brand of magic, but magic more generally?"
That gave Harry pause "I'm not sure." He glanced at Wanda "Perhaps I should sign you up for more lessons."
"So you just use these things without knowing how they work?" She pressed. "Isn't that… unsafe?" Harry merely shrugged, it wasn't like he had a clue how his magic worked, just that it did.
"I'm wondering where the runes a drawing power from." Bruce put in "Is it from the caster? The environment? How would that work, mechanistically?"
Harry shrugged "Its magic." This caused Tony, Shuri, and Bruce to scoff simultaneously.
"Oh, come on!" Shuri groaned "You can't just say 'oh, here's this unexplained thing, guess it follows no rules and makes no sense'!"
"Not everything has to make sense." Wanda returned.
"Untrue." Tony remarked "Everything makes sense, it just doesn't always make sense to us right now."
Harry and Wanda shared another look, and Harry smiled mischievously. "They just don't get it." Wanda said.
"Look." Harry presented his hand with a flourish, and in his palm appeared a simple feather quill. "Where's your conservation of energy now?"
Shuri blanched, though Bruce and Tony were more prepared. "There are any number of potential explanations." Bruce said.
"Good luck with that." Wanda chuckled.
"See what we have to deal with?" Tony pouted "Clearly we need your consultation if we're going to make any progress with the wizard and his new apprentice."
"We actually did want to discuss that." T'Challa interrupted.
"Oh?" Natasha tilted her head "What do you have in mind? A liaison?" It was not lost on Harry that Nat appeared to be far more at ease today. She was practically glowing. He reveled in the (mostly) secret knowledge that he'd done that.
"Something like that. We're going to need to make sure that any vibranium you keep is used for good purposes and doesn't fall into the wrong hands." T'Challa explained "We'd also want to be involved in any operation that could affect Wakanda."
It was notable how the room deferred to Natasha on this "That sounds reasonable. Though we'd need to discuss what is entailed in this involvement. We are a highly specialized team, and the crises that fall within our purview can fall beyond the ability of military and intelligence operations."
"I understand, but I think you'll find that we are more than up for the task. The next time aliens threaten the planet, you'll find that we can offer… assistance."
At that point, Harry felt the need to lighten the mood a bit "What, do you guys have a superhero you've been holding out on us?"
If the flicker of a smile on T'challa's face hadn't given them away, the snort from Shuri certainly did.
Nat, naturally, instantly picked up on the implication "Well, how about that."