"She's still not answering."
Scott Lang paced nervously around the West Coast Avengers base, Clint Barton lowering his phone and shaking his head.
"Neither is Kate oror Natasha."
Ever since receiving that very concerning voicemail from Cassie, Scott was beyond worried for his daughter. Hope van Dyne entered the room, lowering her phone as well.
"I tried the other girls and none of them are picking up either."
It was as if all the other heroes had vanished! Imagine that. Scott looked up, spotting Vision staring down at them from a railing on the second floor. He looked about as dejected as usual since "Wanda" dumped him and he shacked up with the West Coast team.
"Vision, could you check with Wanda? Nobody's answering their phones."
Vision was silent for a moment before replying in a monotone voice.
"Wanda doesn't want to speak to me."
Scott gave him a sympathetic look.
"I'm sure she doesn't *not* wanna see you."
Vision tilted his head.
"I believe her exact words to me were 'show your face again, and I'll turn you into a light switch.'"
An uncomfortable silence fell over the room, only broken due to Scott's desperation to get more info on Cassie.
"Was that conditional? What about in emergency situations?"
Hope sighed and began dialing a new number.
"Has anyone tried Carol?"
*CRASH!*
Just then, Carol came flying into the room, rubble from the ceiling hitting the ground as she did an epic superhero landing. Everyone stared with a mix of shock and awe as she looked up with a concerned expression.
"What happened to the other teams?"
Hope tore her eyes away from the massive hole in the roof to look at Carol.
"We've been trying to reach them. We don't know what's wrong."
Carol's worry grew.
"I got a call from Riri asking for help. When I showed up in New York, the Young Avengers base was empty and Avengers Tower was locked up so tight I couldn't get inside. It's like it was protected under some kind of shield."
Just then, the lights went out and an evil laugh could be heard. Agatha Harkness' laugh. Carol, Scott, Hope, and Clint got together in a circle, looking around for the source of the noise as Vision phased down to the bottom floor and floated next to them.
The laughter continued as Scott and Hope's nanotech armor formed around them. Carol's fists began to glow while Clint readied the bow and arrow he'd conveniently been carrying around.
Agatha suddenly appeared behind Hope, lifting her up by the athletic shorts she'd been exercising in shortly before.
"Gah!"
The others whipped around, eyes widening as they saw who it was. Carol and Vision blasted at Agatha's head, only for her to vanish along with Hope.
The heroes gasped... then screamed as they were all lifted up by their underwear, except for Vision, who was pinned to the ceiling, next to Carol's hole. (Not that one, you pervs)
Agatha then reappeared in the center of the room, smiling her evil smile as she turned to the dangling Clint and Carol.
"Go. Join your little pets."
The two of them then vanished before Agatha turned to look up at Vision.
"I'd say go see your wife, but you won't be seeing her ever again."
Vision then vanished as well, and Agatha turned to Scott.
"And as for you..."
She then reached back, lifted up the back of her dress, and shoved her hand up her butt, digging through her rectum before pulling out a shrunken Cassie, who immediately gasped for air.
She looked over at Scott and her face burned with shame.
"H-hi, Dad..."
Scott blushed in horror, if that's even a thing, taking a step forward...
"Cassie!"
...before vanishing. Cassie squirmed, desperate to escape the witch's grasp.
"Back in you go."
She then lined Cassie up with her hole and stuck her right back up. And with that, all three Avengers teams were defeated...
Who could save the day now? Perhaps a new team of heroes... If this were a movie, a logo would pop up with "The Defenders" in big letters.
...
Everybody has good days and bad days, but for a lawyer like Jennifer Walters, that feeling was magnified depending on how her cases were going.
Today was a very good day, as she'd successfully kept Claire Temple in her nursing job after the hospital considered demoting her to the staff's personal wedgie girl, thanks to a mix of budget concerns and issues with morale.
It was a step up from her usual high school dork cases, and made this victory even sweeter, so she'd taken her best friend Jessica Jones, her wedgie demonstrator MJ Watson, and MJ's boyfriend Peter Parker to lunch to celebrate.
MJ sat on a pillow, having had to show the court the effects of an hour of constant wedgies. It had thankfully worked to make the jury sympathetic to Claire's potential plight.
Jenn gave her a smile and raised a glass.
"To MJ, for putting her butt on the line..."
MJ smiled and Peter rubbed her back, where his girlfriend's panties had given her rugburn thanks to the shoulder wedgies. Jenn then turned to her BFF.
"...and to Jessica, for finding evidence the doctor behind this new wedgie girl plan was cheating on his wife."
She definitely hadn't used that, since blackmail is illegal, but wanted to thank Jessica for her work anyway.
The already drunk, or perhaps hungover, private detective gave her a proud nod. Jenn then took a sip of her drink, which caused MJ to realize she *really* needed to pee.
She gave Peter a smile, got up, then waved at her friends.
"I'll be right back."
She then hurried off while Jenn and Jess clinked their glasses together, and Peter squirmed a bit in discomfort as he was left alone with two women he barely knew... though that was about to change.
A glowing portal suddenly illuminated the table, and none other than Doctor Stephen Strange stepped out.
"I need the three of you to come with me."
A few minutes later, MJ would return to the empty table and sigh.
"A text would've been nice."
...
Kamala Khan screamed as she hit the ground, rolling over to a set of bowling pins before knocking them down and groaning in pain. The poor dweeb had her underwear stretched over her head and through her butt ten times, and was now trapped in a multi-layer atomic while being used by Agatha as a bowling ball to pass the time.
Cassie continued to squirm inside Agatha's butthole as the witch stood in Avengers Tower. Carol had been given a gift wrap wedgie, cotton cutting deep into her holes, which she was now clutching as she laid on the floor.
Agatha had assured all three women (as well as her other captives) that these punishments would very much be permanent, something that made Carol in particular very upset as she struggled to comprehend the idea of excruciating pain in her pussy and crack for the rest of her days.
At least Kamala was used to non-stop wedgies, and Cassie could get a teeny bit aroused when she remembered where she would be spending her life, even if the smell and endless crushing of her shrunken body brought her back down to reality.
Agatha sighed happily as she heard Carol whimper, Ms. Marvel themed panties grinding harshly between her pussy lips as she tried and failed to find a more comfortable position.
The evil witch looked at Carol and smiled, crouching down and giving her panty covered face a gentle stroke.
"Aww, feeling lonely? Don't worry. It's only a matter of time before your girlfriend comes to save you. Then I'll have fun with *her* as well.
...
Valkyrie, the king of New Asgard, was currently sitting at the end of a long table. The increasingly bored woman was slumped down in her chair as her security council droned on and on.
Most of it was stuff she couldn't care less about, though she picked up a particularly nasty comment about the refugees New Asgard had taken in. Something about vaguely feeling unsafe because of them.
She was certainly gonna interject.
"Yes, well the entire purpose of New Asgard is to be a safe haven for all people."
The old man who said the thing chuckled awkwardly.
"I'm not sure Odin would-"
Valkyrie sat up straight, getting into serious mode.
"Odin's been dead for seven years, and if you can't accept new ideas, I think it may be time for some fresh blood. Get out and don't come back or I'll chop off your head with my sword."
The man flashed a nervous grin, unsure if she was joking.
"My king. Surely you can't be-"
Valkyrie interrupted him by pulling out the sword she kept next to her chair.
"Very well. It'll have to be your balls then."
The unmistakable sound of a wooden chair scraping against a wood floor rang out, as the old man stood up and took off running.
Valkyrie then gave the rest of her security council a glance.
"Any more repulsive comments?"
They all nervously shook their heads and Valkyrie sighed.
"Well get out anyway. I have a headache."
The council obeyed, *quickly,* rushing out of the room in no more than ten seconds.
Valkyrie sighed again, rubbed her head, and checked her phone. Carol had been gone for hours and hadn't checked in. This was strange.
"My king..."
Valkyrie turned to see Sif, her loyal advisor, standing in the doorway. She had a serious look on her face.
"There's something very important we need to-"
"Waistband. Now."
Sif's face contorted in annoyance, then nervousness. Valkyrie's wedgies were always awful.
"But we really need to-"
Valkyrie gave her a look that said she'd better turn around and assume the position *right now.*
Sif sighed and reluctantly marched forward, turning around and pulling her waistband out of her skirt for her boss and king.
"Perhaps we can still discuss-"
Valkyrie gave a yank to the undies that caused Sif to gasp, white granny panties with a little cartoon Thor on the back revealed in all their glory.
"No talking..."
The only noises Sif made after that were grunts as she winced and squirmed slightly, every pull to her panties sliding them further between her cheeks.
She wanted to cry out when the underwear reached her shoulders, the cotton now a thin string digging into her backside, but she stayed silent, even as the wedgie went atomic.
Valkyrie smiled as Sif opened her mouth in a silent gasp, her advisor reaching back and clutching at the tight string of panty.
"Thank you, Sif. You always know how to cheer me up."
That's when a Marvel sparkle circle opened up behind her.
...
Back in Avengers Tower, more heroes stood, sat, knelt, or dangled around in just awful, seemingly permanent situations.
Hope van Dyne was shrunken down and stuck in a hanging wedgie... thanks to a push pin that had been stuck into her athletic shorts. String had been tied to her legs, as well as a pencil, which was being used to weigh her down and make the wedgie infinitely worse.
(Does that break Pym Particle rules? Eh, even the movies don't seem to care. They're fun though.)
Shuri's punishment wasn't nearly as painful, but for the queen of Wakanda, being strapped to a chair while her panties slowly slipped inside her crack a few inches every hour, unable to pick the worsening natural wedgie, she felt pretty low.
Jane Foster *wished* she had a wedgie to deal with. Instead, she found herself magically glued to the floor on her side, unable to remove mjolnir... which had been shoved *deep* inside her butt.
Agatha had promised to take good care of her baby when it was born. She kinda liked the idea of raising a son to continue her evil ways.
Yelena Belova squirmed and let out muffled whines, her butt split in half by a thong that had been pulled over Natasha's face, along with the redhead's own buttfloss. This forced Yelena's head right into her sister's crack.
But this makeshift human wedgie-pede wasn't even the worst predicament our captured heroes had found themselves in. That honor belonged to Kate Bishop, the woman Agatha hated the most aside from Wanda.
The only good thing about Kate's situation was that she was still wearing all her clothing except for her shirt. As a matter of fact, she had *two* pairs of underwear on!
One pair was snapped over her chin, keeping some of Agatha's dirty underwear trapped in her mouth and destroying her tongue with centuries old buttsweat.
The other pair was keeping her suspended off the ground, in a hanging wedgie that only shoved the atomic pair in further, making it *more* painful.
But that wasn't the only thing keeping Kate off the ground. She'd been strung up by both sides of her jeans, rough denim crushing her pussy and cramming itself into her buttcrack along with the wedgied panties.
The cherry on top of this painful, humiliating sundae was that her bra was magically tightening by the second, squeezing her modest sized breasts and rubbing harshly against her tits.
...
The woman once known as Mary Walker usually only took investigative or assassination jobs, but times were tough right now, and she found herself working as a middle woman, hired by criminals to deliver/retrieve goods and cash to/from other criminals.
I say "once known" because she was currently dealing with a split personality. Mary was the sweet one who always interfered with her business, but Walker was the one in control. She was the one on the job right now.
The sounds of tires squealing rang throughout the parking garage she stood in, a van pulling up in front of her. She tensed up as four armed men stepped out of the van, followed by Madame Masque.
Masque had spent the last couple months taking over Wilson Fisk's old territories. **The Kingpin was dead and someone had to take advantage of the power vacuum.**
"Show it to me."
Walker sighed sarcastically and reached into her pocket.
"No foreplay?"
She then pulled out five ziploc bags filled with hundred dollar bills. It added up to thousands of dollars.
Masque nodded at one of the gunmen, who pulled out a few bags of his own, these ones filled with some sort of drug.
Suddenly, the lights began to flicker. Walker and Masque looked up while the gunmen began pointing their weapons at random shadows. The atmosphere of this deal had suddenly grown very tense.
Walker shot Masque a glare.
"Did you set me up?"
Masque simply shook her head. One of the gunmen gasped as a shadowy figure flew past him.
"I think it's Daredevil!"
Another gunman screamed as he was knocked to the ground and dragged into the shadows. The other 3 readied their weapons, as did Walker, while Masque stepped closer to the van, prepared to leave without her men if she had to.
One of the gunmen put his back to the shadows and his attacker took full advantage, grabbing his weapon from behind, yanking it out of his hands, then using it to whack him in the face.
He fell to the ground, the resulting thud drawing the other criminals' attention to the spot where Maya Lopez stood. Masque was the first to speak.
"That's not him!"
The two gunmen opened fire, and Maya vanished into the shadows. Walker looked over at the knocked out guard. The one holding the drugs... that were now lying next to his body.
A familiar looking billy club swung around, knocking the weapons out of the other two henchmens' hands. It was now Daredevil's turn to come out of the shadows, immediately beating down on the conscious men.
Masque turned to look at the drugs, only to find they were gone. She looked back up just in time to see Walker running away with them, as well as the money. She hurried into the van, started it, and began driving after Walker.
Walker turned, gasping as she realized she was now being chased by a vehicle. Matt took a quick break from beating up the criminals to see that Masque was getting away.
"Maya!"
Maya ran past him and jumped onto the roof of the van as it drove off. Matt smiled at his partner's fearlessness, then grunted as he was punched in the helmeted head by one of the formerly armed men... who immediately cried out in pain and clutched his hand.
Matt took advantage, delivering a blow that knocked him out instantly.
Walker continued to run as Masque's van got closer. She'd have to get out of the way quickly or else get struck down. That's when Maya leapt off the van's roof.
She tackled Walker to the ground, out of the path of the van, and in one swift motion, pulled a knife out of her pocket, swung her arm around, and sliced into one of the van's wheels as it drove past.
A pop could be heard and the van suddenly began to swerve out of control, smashing right into a nearby wall.
Maya pushed herself up, only to find that Walker had disappeared. If she just looked a little harder, she would find the woman hiding behind a car, making the tough decision to shove the bags of money and drugs up her (adorably freckled) butt in case she got caught.
But Maya didn't look harder. Now she was focused on Masque. She ran towards the van, yanked open the driver side door... and was immediately shot in her (thankfully bullet proof vest covered) chest, knocking her on her back.
Masque hurried out of the van, limp-running towards an elevator. She then spammed the down button over and over again until the doors opened.
She ran inside, saw Daredevil charging towards her, and gave him a wave as the doors closed. Matt arrived just in time to punch said closed doors, letting out a frustrated grunt.
He then turned to Maya, who sat up and coughed before giving him a shaky thumbs up.
Matt let out a sigh, both of relief and disappointment. That's when he heard the scuffling of shoes on pavement, tossing his billy club and knocking Walker to the ground, as well as unconscious.
It was quiet for a moment before, you guessed it, another one of those magical portals opened up next to him.
...
Billy Maximoff was in the *worst* possible wedgie he could ever find himself in. At least as far as disgust and humiliation goes.
He was the back half of a centaur wedgie, black briefs knifing their way up his crack and attached to the head of the woman in front. The woman whose butt his face was now trapped inside. His mother, Wanda Maximoff.
Now while this Wanda wasn't *his* Wanda, it still felt weird. So weird. Who cares if she was younger and from another universe? His face was in his own mom's butt! Oh yeah, and this was also the first wedgie ever for his dorky, virgin booty.
Did I paint a vivid enough picture for you? His only solace was the fact that a thin line of buttfloss was keeping his nose from her hole.
Wanda didn't even bother to squirm. She just stood there, frozen in place as she took her punishment. She'd long since accepted she was never getting out of the mirror dimension, where Agatha had trapped her 18 months ago.
18 months of unending torture, all focused on her eternally, maybe permanently sore butt and pussy.
Oh yeah, I need to tell you more about Billy. But first, let's talk a bit more about Wanda. In this multiverse (yes, there are multiple. How else can you explain the relationship between all the Marvel media at this point?), just about every Wanda had a good life.
Naturally, when Billy's Wanda learned of a universe where she was stuck in a life of perpetual wedgie torture, she was horrified. Wedgies weren't really a thing in her universe, so this seemed strange *and* awful.
So she sent her son (unintentional biblical reference) to this universe to save its Wanda. It wasn't exactly going too well, but he was at least trying to focus on a spell that would free them from their humiliating fate.
It took a *long* time, but eventually he found his face free of Maximoff flesh. His underwear snapped back to his waist and he took a deep breath, face as red as his mother's costume.
Wanda found her own atomic ending, the witch gasping as she picked her wedgie for the first time since being captured. The inside of her crack was unbelievably chafed and sore, and the process of removing her thong from her butt was a slow and painful one, but when the deed was done, a happy tear actually rolled down her cheek.
"Thank you..."
She then turned to face her savior.
"Who are you?"
Billy whined as he realized the smell wouldn't be leaving his nose anytime soon, barely able to look up at Wanda.
"That was humiliating..."
Wanda suddenly felt very offended, scoffing and rolling her eyes.
"Oh please. A *s-sexy* woman's butt is far from the worst place a boy like you could find his face in."
Billy just shook his head.
"You're wrong on so many levels."
Wanda reached back, rubbing at her butt. The immense pain in her backside only seemed to intensify, causing the witch to slump down and whimper like her alternate universe son was.
It was silent for a moment, aside from the moans and whimpers of course, before Wanda spoke again.
"You never answered my question. Who are you?"
Billy looked at her, unsure whether he should tell the truth.
"Just a friend... from another universe."
Wanda sighed and sat up straight despite the pain.
"Another universe? Why are you here?"
Billy seemed very shy, and not just because of where his face had been. It felt weird to talk to a younger, different version of his mom.
"For you, Wanda... I'm here to rescue you."
...
Elsewhere, another two heroes were stuck in quite the wedgie predicament. America Chavez and Riri Williams were both in atomic wedgies, thankfully only over their foreheads, and trying to keep away from each other.
Unfortunately, the spell Agatha had them trapped in meant the arguing lovebirds' underwear would drag them closer together the more they tried to get further apart.
America's hands were tied up in the legholes, meaning she couldn't portal out of there. They had barely spoken a word to each other, Riri still hurt by America's words and actions, while America was hurt by Riri's decision to leave. But finally, at long last, Riri spoke.
"If we're really gonna spend the rest of our lives in here, getting wedgied 24/7, the least we can do is *try* to get along."
America shook her head, wincing as this action caused her panties to scrape against her crack more.
"We're not gonna be here forever. Relax. We'll get out of here... then I'm gone."
Riri immediately felt her eyes grow wet.
"So now *you* wanna leave? Look, I'm sorry. I overreacted. I don't wanna break up."
America sighed and looked away, unable to make eye contact as she tried to step back... but the spell dragged them closer together by their undies.
Both girls winced before America replied.
"I've been thinking about this for awhile. I've been to a lot of different universes, Riri, and they all just get worse and worse... It's time for me to go find a new one."
Riri couldn't stop a few tears from falling now.
"But I thought you liked it here."
America looked away again.
"I did... but this world is doomed. The people in charge are corrupt, others are being killed for things they can't control, and now that evil witch is trying to take over. Every morning I wake up feeling like I'm gonna puke. I can't remember the last time I slept more than a couple hours. My body feels like it's on fire constantly. I can't stay here."
It was a rare moment of vulnerability from America. One that shocked and devastated Riri. She took a moment to consider her response.
"But that's why we do what we do. That's why we're Avengers. As long as we don't give up, as long as we *try* stand up for what's right, there's always gonna be hope."
America scoffed and shook her head.
"Hope doesn't mean anything when we can't do a thing to change what's wrong."
Riri didn't believe that.
"But we can. Together."
America felt a tear of her own start to form, but she quickly wiped it away.
"You sound so naive right now, you know that?"
Riri looked away now, hurt turning to anger.
"I'd rather be naive than hopeless."
And so they stood, neither one wanting to speak or even look at the other... but Riri was right. There's always hope, and right now, that hope was standing in the Sanctum Sanctorum.
...
"So you're telling me you have no idea why Doctor Strange needs you. You're just some random college student?"
"Totally random..."
Jessica didn't believe this for a second. Jennifer didn't either, but she decided to respect the kid's privacy. Peter just blushed as he tried and failed to convince Jessica he wasn't some kind of superhero.
Valkyrie stood in the corner, waiting for that other sorcerer to bring their drinks and hoping Carol was okay.
That's when Wong arrived, floating cups and mugs next to his head that moved over to the people that ordered them.
Peter and Jenn just asked for waters, but Jessica and Valkyrie immediately opened their beers and began to chug them. Both women picked up on this, glancing over at each other and wordlessly agreeing to see who would finish theirs first.
Valkyrie won, her Asgardian-ness giving her the edge. She smiled, while Jessica coughed up the last bit of her drink and frowned.
"I want a rematch. Hey, Sorcerer's Apprentice. Get us more beer."
Wong simply stared at her, unamused.
"I'm not a servant. If you want more, you're welcome to get it yourself."
And at last, the final portal to be in this story appeared in front of them, and Dr. Strange stepped out, Matt and Maya following closely behind.
Matt was still in the Daredevil suit and carrying an unconscious Walker over his shoulder. He still hoped to interrogate her about Masque.
Matt and Jennifer exchanged a smile, both on better terms since the last time they met. Jessica and Maya made eye contact, and immediately got angry.
"No way. I'm not working with this brat!"
Maya signed back.
Jessica scowled.
"I still don't understand sign language, so whatever insults you're throwing don't affect me."
Maya grit her teeth, then delivered a kick to Jessica's crotch. Jessica gasped in shock, dropping to her knees and looking up at Maya with hate in her eyes.
"You little..."
Valkyrie laughed.
"I like these two."
Strange sighed and put a magical barrier between Jessica and Maya.
"Okay. There are big things at stake here. Can we move past petty arguments and focus?"
Peter raised his hand. Strange sighed deeper. This was their first time meeting in this universe.
"Yes, Mr. Parker?"
Peter lowered his hand and cleared his throat.
"I think you might have made a mistake bringing me here. I'm just a college student."
"Now isn't the time for secret identities either. We're all allies here."
Matt turned to him, removed his helmet, and gave him a smile.
"It's okay, Peter. We're not gonna tell anyone."
Peter was immediately in shock. The blind lawyer he'd once gone to for help was Daredevil? This did give him the confidence he needed though, lowering his shirt collar to reveal his Spider-Man costume.
The others all responded with "amused surprise," fascinated by the identity of the Spider-Man. Peter smiled at the rather positive response.
Strange gave him a nod, then stood in front of the heroes.
"The Infinity Stones are gone, but that doesn't mean they were the only objects of mass destruction to find themselves scattered across the universe. At the same time as they appeared, so did Infinity... pairs of underwear."
Jessica scoffed.
"Magic underwear? Is this a children's bedtime story?"
Maya took this opportunity to smack Jessica in the crotch, dropping her to her knees once again. Her jaw dropped as she turned to the brat with a shocked glare.
"What is *wrong* with you?!"
Strange simply continued.
"No one knows the location of three of these pairs, but we know two are currently on Earth and in the possession of Agatha Harkness. She's captured all of the other superheroes and is keeping them trapped in Avengers Tower. She plans to use the pairs she has to take over... as much as she can."
Valkyrie raised an eyebrow.
"How do you know this?"
Strange turned to her.
"I had a vision. I've seen the future, and the only way we beat her is if the six of you are at the tower to help the heroes about to escape."
The six looked at each other. Jessica, Maya, and Valkyrie were suspicious. Matt, Jenn, and Peter just seemed determined to stop her. Matt stepped forward.
"We'll do it."
Jennifer and Peter followed, as did Maya with a shrug. Valkyrie took a step forward next, determined to save her girlfriend. Jessica just groaned, still on her knees and holding her crotch while trying to find a way out of this craziness.
Strange nodded at them before sighing. He seemed tenser than normal. Uncomfortable about something. That's when the door to the Sanctum was kicked open and several armed henchpeople stormed into the room. They all opened fire, and while everyone else ducked for cover, Strange was shot through the chest.
Wong was horrified...
"Strange!"
...while Matt (now with the Daredevil helmet back on) gasped as the sorcerer's almost lifeless body fell next to him. He turned just in time for Strange to hand him a strange magical object.
"It was the only way. Every decision you make matters. Follow your instincts, use this to break through Agatha's barrier, and we might be able to..."
But before he could finish his sentence, Matt heard the hero's heartbeat stop.
...
Outside the Sanctum, Madame Masque stood with a few of her footsoldiers as the gunfire rang out. Multiple New York citizens ran around in a panic at the sounds.
Why was she here? It would seem the tracker in one of the drug bags had done its job beautifully.
...
Inside, it was total chaos. The Cloak of Levitation flew around the room, taking down various armed thugs for their role in its wearer's death.
Wong had put up some magical shields to keep bullets from hitting the heroes, giving them time to get ready for a fight. Peter had stripped down to his Spider-Man suit and was now putting on his mask.
Maya crawled on her hands and knees, trying to get closer to Matt. Of course, she couldn't resist giving Jessica's exposed waistband a yank. Jessica groaned as her purple panties were jammed up her butt, turning around to see a smiling Maya.
She reached out to try and grab the wedgier's waistband, but Maya crawled away just in time and Jessica found herself falling flat on her face.
Matt sat behind the shield and tried to pinpoint the locations of all the henchpeople.
Unfortunately, the cacophony of bullets was overwhelming his senses, something that wasn't helped by his passed out captive suddenly sitting up and screaming her head off.
"Who are you?! What's going on?! Where am I?! Why am I here?!"
It would seem this was Mary, Walker's sweeter, more innocent persona. Matt scooted over, taking her hand and allowing sympathy to overtake his confusion.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Mary was shaking as she looked at this scary devil figure.
"I... I was at home eating breakfast. I don't know what happened after that."
At the other end of the room, Valkyrie was getting tired of hiding behind a magic shield. She wanted a fight.
She looked over at Jenn, who was in the process of Hulking out. Once her transformation into She-Hulk was complete, Valkyrie called out to her.
"Jennifer! Cover me!"
Jenn turned to her, smiled, and ran through the opening of the magical shield. Valkyrie followed, hiding behind the Hulk as Jenn took all the bullets for her.
Jenn swung forward, knocking down several of the footsoldiers, while Valkyrie slashed at them with her sword.
Madame Masque finally entered the building with some more armed guards, barking orders at them but not involving herself in the firefight.
Matt continued to try and calm Mary down, her heartbeat telling him she wasn't lying. This was essentially a completely different person.
"You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you out of here."
Mary nodded, still scared out of her mind... and dealing with this strange sore feeling that caused her to squirm. Matt picked up on this.
"Are you hurt?"
Mary nodded.
"My butt is sore. But not like, wedgie sore. It feels like the time these girls at school shoved a ruler up there."
That's when Matt hears a muffled beeping... coming from inside Mary. Suddenly it all made sense.
"Oh..."
Maya and Jessica continued to crawl around and fight amidst the gunfire, both nearly grabbing onto the other's underwear but failing. That is until Maya headbutted Jessica, causing her to groan and fall over onto her back.
Maya took advantage of this, reaching into the waistband of Jessica's jeans...
"No! NO!"
...and *yanking* the panties up ol' Jessie's vagina.
"Gah! Let go right now, you little brat!"
Maya grit her teeth and pulled even harder, eliciting a strained cry from Jessica's mouth.
Peter, now in full Spider-Man attire, was the next hero to run through the gap in the shield, shooting a web towards the ceiling and flying up towards it.
He proceeded to sling his webs around the room, being extra careful to snatch his enemies' guns away. This went on, rather successfully, for a minute or two, when suddenly one of the thugs pointed a gun up at him.
The thug fired and while Peter just barely managed to dodge the bullet, he lost his footing and began falling towards the floor... only to be caught just before he injured himself.
He looked down to see his feet were just above the ground. The Cloak of Levitation had caught him!
Jenn and Valkyrie continued to fight their way through various guards, with Jenn giving one a lifting wedgie and using them as a battering ram. Peter flew around the room with his newfound ally, webbing up various goons.
Maya continued to floss Jessica, the PI screaming louder and louder as she flailed around and tried desperately to grab ahold of Maya's panties. Then, at last, she did...
Matt had Mary on her stomach, sighing as he pulled down her pants and removed one of his gloves.
"I'm sorry. I'll try to be as gentle as possible."
He then reluctantly reached inside her (still freckled) butt and tried fishing around for the bags of money and drugs. Mary let out a squeak and began to squirm.
(Like and subscribe if you think butt freckles are underrated).
Maya and Jessica were both dishing out frontals now, yanking and pulling as hard as they could. Jessica was groaning and moaning in pain, while Maya just kicked and squirmed to escape the woman's grip.
They kept up the frontal assault, burning in their pussies growing by the second until...
SHRIP!
Jessica's super strength won out in the end, and as Maya clutched her vag and opened her mouth for a silent scream, the PI shoved her nemesis' panties inside, causing Maya to gag.
Valkyrie continued to slice through criminals like they were paper, but as a bullet flew right towards her head, Jenn gasped, grabbing onto the back of her pants and yanking her out of the way.
Valkyrie shouted in disgust as this resulted in a pretty nasty pants wedgie, turning to Jenn with a glare. Jenn's green face turned slightly red.
"You were about to get shot."
Valkyrie sighed, gave her an understanding nod, then got to work picking her wedgie.
The numbers of enemies were quickly dwindling, meaning the heroes were now able to focus on one at a time. Peter took advantage of this, shooting a web at a criminal and pantsing him.
Naturally, he was wearing white boxers with red hearts, which were then shot up his butt by another web on the waistband.
"Hey!"
His mouth was then covered up by yet another web.
Matt continued to dig through Mary's hole, getting rougher as he got more desperate. Mary winced and whimpered as this happened, having no real idea how something could have gotten that deep inside her.
The pain was so intense that, before she even knew it, Mary went away, leaving Walker in charge... just in time for her to scream as Matt yanked the ziploc bags out.
He then threw them across the room, the bags landing right in front of Madame Masque. She quickly grabbed the bags, made sure everything was there, then gestured for her thugs to follow her.
Within seconds, the bullets stopped flying and all the villains had left the Sanctum, leaving the heroes a moment to recover from the intensity of the battle.
Wong looked down at Strange's body with a sad expression, while Jessica wiggled and picked her wedgie. Maya spit her ripped underpants out of her mouth and began running her tongue along her hands to get the taste out.
Jenn reverted to her normal form while Valkyrie gave her a nod of respect.
"You were an honorable partner in battle."
Jenn gave her a smile and a nod.
"You as well."
Peter went back down to the ground, the Cloak flying around to face him. It seemed to give him a kind look, as kind as fabric can get, and flew over to comfort Wong.
Matt turned to see if Mary was okay, only to find that she'd vanished.
"Figures..."
The heroes then gathered around Wong, who turned around and gave them a solemn look.
"Go to the Tower. Save your friends. I'll deal with the Sanctum."
...
Kamala Khan laid on the ground, still trapped in a layered ball of atomic wedgied underwear, arms and legs twitching every few seconds. All she felt was burning in her nether regions.
This was one of the more painful wedgies she'd received, and that was saying something. But luckily for her, Agatha's belief that this was to be her permanent fate would quickly prove false.
Billy suddenly found himself falling through a nearby mirror, screaming as he hit the ground and causing Kamala to scream as well. What if it was Agatha? Or a djinn?!
"Who's there?! Please don't hurt me!"
Billy sat up, gasped at the sight of the wedgied Kamala, then ran over to her and tried (unsuccessfully) to free her.
"Don't worry! I'll get you out of this!"
Kamala continued to whine as all Billy did was make the wedgie worse, though he did manage to tear open an eye hole for Kamala to peep out of... just in time to see a figure crawl out of the mirror, her body twisting and contorting in the most horrific ways.
BIlly and Kamala both screamed in terror, only to relax somewhat when Wanda stood up to reveal it was just her. The witch turned to Billy.
"Go. Free the others. I know how to break Agatha's spell on Kamala."
Billy nodded and ran off to the next room. He opened the door, ran inside, and found Kate in her humiliating predicament. He hurried over, removed her atomic, and lifted the archer out of her multi-part hanging wedgie. Kate spit out Agatha's panties and dropped to the ground, almost falling due to her shake legs.
She would then cover up her increasingly tight bra, look up at Billy, and blush. This boy was kinda cute.
"H-hi... I'm Kate."
Billy smiled and nodded, oblivious to why she was looking at him like that. He'd be massively embarrassed if he knew.
"I'm Billy."
...
America and Riri's discussion had developed into fighting, both women making the mistake of trying to get far away from the other, only to wind up trapped in a makeout wedgie thanks to Agatha's spell.
They were both enjoying the intimacy, but wouldn't let the other know it, so the women just squirmed and glared.
The door swung open, and Wanda burst into the room before undoing the spell. America and Riri dropped to the ground, stuffed their underwear back into their pants, then looked up at their rescuers.
Kate, Kamala, and Billy had joined Wanda in the room, and were looking down at them with a mix of smiles and determined expressions. Kate spoke first.
"Come on. We're gonna save the others and stop Agatha."
A clumsy line, but it got the job done. America and Riri stood up, but while Riri smiled and went to join the others, America just stared in silence.
"I'm not going with you..."
Riri looked away, not wanting to acknowledge her. The others just looked sad, except for Wanda, who was more confused than anything.
"I already told Riri. This universe is doomed, and I'm not gonna stick around to die with it."
She turned around, punched at the air, and opened a star portal. She would then turn to her friends, taking one last look, before quickly turning back. She didn't want them to see her tears.
"Goodbye..."
She then stepped into the star portal, and it disappeared. America was truly gone.
...
Maya sat up on a rooftop, nursing her sore vagina after the brutal wedgie Jessica had given her. Jessica sat across from her, smiling at the sight.
Valkyrie was sharpening her sword, while a mostly suited but unmasked Matt and Peter, and a big, green Jenn stood at the edge of the roof, looking out at Avengers Tower.
Storm clouds were forming around it, a good sign that Agatha was there. Peter seemed nervous.
"Have either of you ever fought a witch before?"
Matt shook his head and Jenn chuckled.
"Not in the literal sense."
A lightning strike suddenly rang out, causing Matt to smirk and sarcastically remark-
"I think that's her."
Maya got up and walked over to the trio.
Jessica got up as well.
"What'd the brat say?"
Maya read her lips and started signing swears, leaving Jenn to translate the first part.
"The witch's lair."
Jessica sighed.
"Don't say witch. I feel like we're in some dorky fantasy movie."
Peter put his mask on.
"Fantasy movies are actually pretty mainstream these days."
Valkyrie, who had developed quite the dorky taste in movies since dating Carol, pushed past the group...
"Yeah, shut up Jess. You wouldn't know a good movie if it yanked your panties up your flat butt."
...and aimed her sword at the tower.
"Let's go. Carol and the rest of those dorks aren't gonna save themselves."
...
Some of them already had, with Wanda leading Kate, Kamala, Riri, and Billy through the tower, looking for more people to save. Unfortunately, this wasn't gonna last, as once they opened a new door-
BAM!
Agatha shot a blast of magic at the heroes, lifting them up into dangling frontals. Kamala winced and her eyes crossed, while Kate yelped and went wide eyed. Billy experienced his first ball crushing melvin, and didn't like it one bit.
Riri shut her eyes and began to kick pathetically, but Wanda experienced the worst of it, *screaming* as her already chafed beyond belief pussy was once again flossed.
Agatha let out a little chuckle as she watched them squirm like the dorks they were, giving them all a bounce before walking over to Wanda, who was unsuccessfully trying to use magic to escape.
"Oh honey... You don't think I cast a spell on you that strips away your powers in my presence? How else would I have been able to wedgie you for so long without worrying about a surprise attack?"
(Magic rules in this universe aren't that clear, are they? Mostly just around to be convenient. Back to the story.)
Agatha forgot to do the same to Billy, but he was too busy trying to comprehend the pain of his first front wedgie to try and escape. She then did a signature cackle, before being interrupted by a pull to her own underwear. The outer pair of the two Infinity Undies she wore.
She barely had time to register the pain, when the panties started to glow. That's when a blast of energy shot out of them, knocking Maya against the wall.
She turned to see Maya rubbing her head, next to Matt, Peter, Jessica, and Jenn standing in epic superhero poses. They'd managed to break through the magical barrier thanks to the magical object Strange gave Matt.
Agatha smirked, reaching back and grabbing her waistband.
"These are two of the most powerful pairs of underwear in the universe. Did you think you could just yank on them like one of Natasha's hideous thongs?"
She then gave both waistbands a pull, causing the Defenders to shoot up by their underwear (or the bottoms of their costumes in Matt and Peter's cases).
"Prepare to join your friends in permanent wedgies."
She then turned to her other victims, Wanda and the younger heroes.
"And you all are going back in *your* wedgies, for the rest of your miserable lives!"
She tilted her head as she flashed an evil smile at Riri.
"What happened to your little girlfriend?"
Riri squirmed in her dangling wedgie, shooting Agatha a glare that hid her physical and emotional pain.
"She's gone... and she's not coming back."
Agatha hummed in thought, not happy that someone had escaped, but at least now she could get creative with Riri's new punishment.
"Then I guess I'll have to figure out a new wedgie for your big 'ol booty. And you are not gonna like-"
THUNK!
Agatha grunted and dropped to the ground, having been knocked unconscious by a blow to the head, courtesy of...
America Chavez! She was floating in the air, an angry expression on her face.
"Get away from her, you witch..."
Now that Agatha had been knocked out, all of her victims hit the ground. Riri shot to her feet and *ran* to America before giving her a crushing hug. She didn't say a word, and neither did America. They just held each other, while Kate, Kamala, and Billy smiled at the sweet moment.
(Oh yeah, I haven't explained Billy's relationship with America. During her days traveling the multiverse, she spent some time in his universe. A couple years or so, and they became good friends because of it. Back to the story at hand.)
The five Defenders stood and watched Agatha, making sure she didn't get up. Jessica crossed her arms and shook her head.
"I don't like it. She went down way too easy."
That's when Valkyrie, who had snuck around the back and wasn't there during the initial attack, arrived with Carol's arm over her shoulder, the now free heroes walking behind her.
Natasha, Yelena, Shuri, Jane, Hope, and the male heroes whose fates were left vague because they don't appeal to me in a wedgie context, Clint, Scott, Tony, Bruce, Vision, and Thor.
Matt shrugged. He wasn't sure what Strange's plan had been, but apparently it worked.
"Or maybe it was just that easy."
Agatha suddenly flew up in the air, let out an angry growl, then...
BOOM!
There was a flash of red light and suddenly Agatha was on the floor, Wanda standing above her with a look of pure rage on her face. This was the woman who had stolen a year and a half of her life. Who had tortured her for all that time, and mocked her for losing her beloved friends and husband.
Agatha looked up, waved her hands to cast a spell, and gasped as nothing happened. Wanda had taken her powers.
She then reached back, attempted to grab the waistband of her Infinity Undies, and gasped again as she found that they were gone.
"Looking for these?"
Wanda then held up the missing undies before making them disappear with her magic. Her look of rage vanished as they locked eyes. This woman she hated so much... actually looked kind of scared... and pathetic.
"What a sad, pitiful woman you are. You're not worth it..."
Wanda turned away from her, putting her back to her enemy for what she hoped to be the last time, and walked off, allowing Scott and Hope to storm over to Agatha.
"Where's Cassie?"
Hope asked. Scott was more nervous with his reply.
"Is she still... in there?"
Agatha scoffed.
"Wouldn't you like to-"
Hope cut Agatha off with a kick to the boob. The witch winced and clutched her sore breast.
"Ow!"
Hope then pulled out some Pym Particles.
"Tell me where Cassie is right now, or I will shrink down, crawl up that fat butt of yours, and grow back to regular size."
Agatha looked up in horror and quickly started shifting around, getting into a good position before reaching up her butt, and after a minute of digging around, pulled a coughing, whining Cassie out of it.
"Please don't put me back up there..."
Scott and Hope then gave Agatha a glare, the latter member of the duo standing up and turning to her fellow heroes.
"Anyone wanna have some fun before we turn her in?"
...
After having mjolnir *and* storm breaker shoved up her butt...
After Yelena sat on her face while Natasha twisted her tits...
After Carol took her on a tour of New York via her underpants...
After Hope shrunk the woman down and shoved her up *Cassie's* butt...
After Jenn and Bruce gave her a gamma powered squeaky clean...
After America and Riri each took a buttcheek and spanked it raw...
After Jessica and Valkyrie dumped beer on her panties and yanked the stretchier material sky high...
After Maya stripped down and tried to ride her face, only to be stopped by Matt...
After hours of endless torture, the powerless Agatha was shipped off to the Raft, where she would spend the rest of her life. In theory.
...
It didn't take long for Walker to get back to business. While her butt was still sore from the things she'd shoved inside it, the woman was yet again standing around and waiting to deliver something to a criminal.
This time however, she wasn't a middle-(wo)man. She was the seller, thanks to some kind of magical orb she'd snagged from the Sanctum Sanctorum.
"Do you have it?"
Walker turned to see a shadowy figure standing at the end of the alley. She smirked and pulled out the glowing orb.
"Money first. Then you get the orb."
The figure suddenly grew to over six feet and let out a roar. Walker immediately went into fight or flight mode, choosing flight and running down the alley... only for Daredevil and Spider-Man to jump down in front of her.
Walker stopped, turned, and found that none other than She-Hulk was blocking her path. Jessica and Maya were still on the roof, having given each other atomic wedgies instead of doing their jobs.
Walker sighed, dropped the orb, and put her hands up, eliciting smiles from Matt, Peter, and Jenn. Matt picked up the orb and inspected it as his smile grew.
"We should do this together more often."
...
Avengers Tower was still a little worse for wear, but it felt pretty nice as all three Avengers teams celebrated the defeat of Agatha.
Scott, Hope, and Clint talked with Kate and a freshly showered Cassie. Tony and Pepper chatted with Thor and Jane, with the main subject being baby Loki.
America had her arm around Riri's waist as they caught up with Shuri, any jealousy that once existed between them completely absent now.
Shuri held a briefcase which contained the underwear Agatha had stolen from Wakanda, the other pair returned to the *real* Wanda's room.
"I should probably get going. The entire Dora Milaje was wedgied by Agatha, and I think their pride may be injured. I need to go inspire my people."
Shuri gave them a smile, but before she could leave, Riri chimed in with-
"Well if you ever get tired of the whole royalty thing, you can always join our team."
Shuri chuckled warmly.
"I'm the queen of the most powerful country on Earth. I think I'll stick with that... but I'll visit."
Riri smiled, nodded, and waved as her former lover walked away, then turned to her current lover as America rolled her eyes playfully.
"I can tolerate her for a few hours, but if she comes back for longer than that, I'll need to floss some Wakandan butt."
Riri laughed and bit her lip.
"So does this mean you're staying? For good?"
America gave her a smile and pretended to think.
"For awhile... until the next time we fight."
Riri scoffed, genuinely annoyed by this.
"Nuh uh. No way am I living like that. You're here for good or you can feel free to-"
America took her hand and gave it a loving squeeze, her face softening into an expression Riri had never seen before.
"H-hey, I'm just kidding. I... I'm sorry for leaving. And for taking my stress out on you. I'm sorry."
Riri returned the hand squeeze, smiling and trying to keep a tear from falling.
"I should apologize too. I didn't realize what you were going through, and I'm sorry I didn't try to understand."
The tear then fell, causing America to take notice of the mist in *her* eyes.
"I guess I could try and share more. Be more open with what I'm dealing with."
Riri nodded.
"Good. And I meant what I said. Things seem *really* bad sometimes, and not every day is gonna be a good one, but I will *always* be there to remind you that you're not alone. You have people who love you, and we'll *always* be there for you."
America was doing a pretty good job of hiding her emotions until that last part, where she just broke into tears and gave her girlfriend a hug.
"I love you, you dork."
Riri chuckled and buried her face in America's neck.
"I love you too... Wanna go wedgie Kamala?"
...
Kamala's dorky cries of pain could be heard as Kate and Cassie looked out the window, down at the city below. The party was still going on behind them, but Kate had asked her to step aside for a talk.
It had been five minutes since they walked over there, and neither had spoken a word. Finally, Cassie broke the silence.
"So, uh... Anything on your mind? Something you wanna confess?"
She had a big, dumb smile on her face. Kate had pulled her aside to talk in private. She was clearly nervous. This was it! The moment she'd been waiting for all summer. Kate Bishop was finally gonna ask her out!
Kate turned to her, though her expression was much more awkward and guilty.
"I just wanted to say that you are such a good friend. You're sweet, pretty, and you get on my nerves less than Yelena..."
Cassie's smile grew.
"...but that's all we are. Friends."
Cassie's smile faltered as she let out a nervous laugh.
"Friends, but like... with a 'girl' at the beginning?"
Kate bit her lip and shook her head.
"No, Cass. Just friends."
Cassie's smile was fully gone now.
"W-why? If I'm so sweet and stuff..."
Kate sighed and locked eyes with the girl, though this caused her to grow strangely flustered as they stared at each other.
"I don't know how this rumor got started, but I'm straight. I am, and I'm just never gonna feel that way about a girl."
Cassie had resorted to frowning, though more of a sad frown than an angry one.
"But what about all those times you stared at my butt while I was in my underwear? I watched the videos over and over! You were looking *right* at my butt?"
Kate's eyes went wide at this revelation.
"What are you talking about? You recorded- Nevermind. It doesn't matter. If I *was* staring, it's just because you have elephants on your panties."
Cassie huffed. She knew she should have worn plain undies for those experiments.
"Well what about when we were watching that movie where the girl got arrested. And they were making jokes about what was gonna happen to her in prison, and you got all weird and ran to the bathroom?"
Kate shrugged, though she knew exactly what Cassie was talking about. She still couldn't explain why she'd been so turned on by that.
"I was probably just thinking about my mom."
Cassie grimaced.
"I don't think you know what you're saying."
Kate sighed.
"Look... I love being your friend, and I wanna keep being your friend, but I just need you to know that that's all we're gonna be."
Cassie wanted to be upset, and she was definitely hurt, but she knew she'd bounce back. She always did from her crushes. Sometimes she wondered if she ever really liked them, or if she just wanted a girlfriend.
It helped that Kate was speaking in a sweet tone.
"I... I understand."
Kate bit her lip as she watched Cassie's face. She was so sad... So cute...
"Hug?"
Cassie gave her an only slightly heartbroken smile, then nodded. Kate smiled back and gave her the hug. It felt nice. Being so close to this girl. She almost didn't want the hug to end, but it did.
They locked eyes for a moment, and Kate felt a chill shoot through her body, but just when the archer got the sudden impulse to kiss Cassie right on the lips, her eyes would be drawn away by Billy.
Billy, who was standing off to the side, talking to America. Billy, this mysterious new boy who looked kinda cute. Billy... who was very gay.
Kate smiled as he looked her way. Billy noticed and gave her a smile back, then turned towards the party again. Cassie followed Kate's eyes over to him, and immediately felt concerned.
Concern for both herself *and* for her crush.
"Um... Kate. I'm pretty sure he's- EEP!"
Cassie squeaked and winced as she was lifted up in the air by Yelena. She leaned into Cassie's ear and whispered-
"Do not tell her. It will be so funny to watch her try and flirt."
Kate felt a sudden burst of confidence and started to make her way over to Billy, but she stopped when he walked further into the crowd. She sighed, then turned back to see Yelena waving at her with a huge grin on her face, and bouncing Cassie with her free hand.
Cass clutched her butt and crotch tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut. A classic wedgie girl pose, only furthered by her groans of pain with each bounce.
Kate gave Yelena a wave back, but didn't tell her to stop flossing Cassie. Not to sound like a bully, but it was kind of an adorable sight.
...
A little while later, Billy stood and watched Wanda and Vision, this universe's version of his parents, slow dance to a romantic song. They were reunited at last. He'd done his job, and now it was time to go home.
He looked around for America, spotted her giving Kamala a squeaky clean with Riri, then ran over to the trio.
"Hey guys! Playing more of those wedgie games!"
Kamala looked over at him with a blush and a look of excruciating pain, both cracks thoroughly flossed.
"It's not a game..."
America shot Kamala a glare, gave the front an extra hard pull, then turned to Billy.
"You planning to stick around for a bit? I could show you some of the other fun punishments I've learned in this universe."
Billy gave her a nervous smile and shook his head. He knew very well she intended to try those wedgies on him.
"No thanks. I should probably get going, and I was wondering if you could help me with that."
America gave Riri a look, letting go of Kamala's panties and getting a nod from her girlfriend, who then carried the dweeb away in search of a good coat hook.
America would then turn to Billy, crack her knuckles, and stretch her arm.
"If you insist, but I really think you should at least stay the night."
"I don't really like sleeping overnight at other people's homes. But I'll definitely come and visit now that I know where you live!"
America nodded then cocked her arm back, ready to punch a star shaped hole through the fabric of reality.
"WAIT!"
Wong *ran* over to the pair, placed his hands on their shoulders, and shook his head.
"The sorcerer supreme is dead. That makes traveling in and out of this universe *very* dangerous. I'd recommend waiting until a new one can be chosen."
Billy turned to him with concern on his face. Maybe he would be sticking around after all.
"How long does that usually take?"
Wong gave a shrug that was a little *too* casual considering the news he was about to deliver.
"About a year."
...
An hour later, the party was winding down, and after leaving both Kate and Cassie dangling from coat hooks with Kamala, Yelena made her way over to her sister, who was chatting with Bruce.
Nat and Bruce were laughing when the blonde popped up, smacked Natasha on the butt, and began to laugh with them.
"That is so funny. You are hilarious, Natasha."
Natasha frowned, making her displeasure known. Yelena felt the pit in her stomach grow. They hadn't talked since Nat made it clear she couldn't trust Yelena anymore.
**Not after her mysterious talk with Antonia.**
"What do you want, Yelena?"
Yelena choked back a whimper. She loved driving her sister to anger, but only for a little bit. To have Natasha mad at her indefinitely was *not* fun.
"You are still angry with me?"
Bruce squirmed, not liking the awkwardness of the situation. Natasha sighed.
"Not angry. I can't trust you. I'm... indifferent."
Yelena chewed at her lip.
"But you can trust me. I am only keeping secrets to protect you. Because I don't hate you."
Natasha stared at her in judgemental silence.
"That doesn't mean I suddenly trust you again. And it's gonna stay that way until I find out why you let Antonia go."
Yelena's jaw dropped, the blonde unable to comprehend that her sister was *this* upset about a little secret.
"But I can't tell you..."
Natasha nodded, already having come to terms with this. It was pretty simple to her.
"Then I can't trust you."
Yelena was very upset now. She may not always seem like it, but she *adored* her sister, so the fact that she was genuinely upset with her was heartbreaking. Of course, she decided to respond in anger instead.
"You will talk to me as normal, or I will floss your pussy until you bleed."
Natasha just sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was done with this conversation. The spy then pushed past her sister, walking down the hall toward her bedroom. Yelena watched this with wide eyes and a quivering lip.
Bruce noticed this, and sensing a chance to bond with his likely future sister-in-law, gave her a kind smile.
"She loves you, Yelena. She just-"
Yelena frowned and grit her teeth. She hated this man's voice.
"I will crush your testicles into dust."
Bruce sighed, immediately giving up on trying to help.
"Okay..."
...
Way out in the middle of the ocean, Agatha and Walker had been dropped off at the Raft, and while they were going through the humiliating intake process, Ava Starr was sitting on her bed, alone in her cell. A figure from Yelena's mysterious past.
Ever since being betrayed by her employers following a mission gone wrong, Ava had struggled to find ways to entertain herself, and was feeling quite bored this particular night. She'd spent most of it watching Karli Morganthau eat Titania's pussy for the thirtieth night in a row.
Karli and Minerva used to take turns, but after the angry Kree attempted to take control of their shared cell, Titania had sold her off to a Skrull gang. She hadn't been seen in months, only heard. Only heard...
Once Karli had finished and taken her place under Titania's rear for the night, Ava shut her eyes and listened to the sounds of Elektra ramming her fist up the butt of a squealing Vanessa Fisk.
That was almost enough for her to get off, but right before she could, the sound of a familiar pair of heels forced her eyes open. The sound got closer and closer, then she saw a face she hadn't seen in years.
"Hey there. Fancy running into you."
Valentina, her old boss, stood outside Ava's cell wirh a smile. The woman's assistant, Melissa, was squirming as she watched Elektra destroy Vanessa's bottom.
A solid reminder to never end up in prison. Ava stood up and shot Val a glare.
"What are you doing here? I thought the CIA 'had no knowledge of my actions.'"
Val nodded.
"Officially we still don't, but I was hoping we could put all that behind us. The Thunderbolts program is being resurrected, and I need... *volunteers.* Interested?"
Ava's interest was peaked. She hated this woman's guts, but if this was her chance at getting out of prison...
"I'm listening..."
...
And finally, in New Asgard, Valkyrie and Carol had celebrated their reunion the best way they knew how. With Carol bent over the bed while Valkyrie pounded away at her pussy with a strap-on.
Once their fun was over, the heroes laid in bed together, Carol resting her head on her girlfriend's bare chest while Valkyrie played with the mess of blonde hair. After a few minutes of this, Carol let a deep sigh of satisfaction, then looked up at her precious Valkyrie with a smile.
"Hey... the last year has been the best of my life. Thanks to you."
Valkyrie smiled. Their relationship had experienced its share of twists and turns, but ever since Carol moved in after last year's Christmas party, things had been pretty great.
"Same... the last eight months anyway. You were kind of obnoxious before."
She then chuckled, and Carol playfully rolled her eyes.
"Watch it. I can still rip your special Asgardian underwear in my sleep."
Their little moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Valkyrie sighed.
"Act like we're asleep."
There was another knock, followed by Sif'a voice.
"My king! I still need to talk to you about the urgent matter from this morning!"
Valkyrie sighed, turned to Carol...
"Wait here."
...then slid on some shorts and a bra before making her way to the door. The royal cabin was pretty small, so it only took a few seconds to reach it.
Sif would blush as the door opened to reveal a half-dressed Valkyrie.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?"
She would then turn to see Carol in bed in the other room, the blonde hero giving her a little wave. Sif quickly turned back to Valkyrie.
"I'm so sorry, but I've discovered an ancient Asgardian tradition that is rather time sensitive."
Valkyrie sighed. More royal bylaws.
"What is it this time? Do I need to parade around New Asgard in my underwear?
Sif shook her head, looked over at Carol again, then back at Valkyrie.
"It would seem that it's mandatory for Asgard's king to be married before the seventh anniversary of their coronation. You were crowned in October of 2018. My King... you have 14 months to marry your queen.”