By: geneticnotecard
Being employed as a spy for the Avengers was much more invigorating than the other options, but even it has its shortcomings. In this instance, the Black Widow had to infiltrate another villain organization. Unfortunately for her, she had to eat a myriad of exotic foods. Octopus, fried snake, duck fetus, chicken feet. There was no way her stomach would be able to handle all of it, but she’d find out soon enough. Realistically, there was no other way to fit in with the Hellfire Club. She was impersonating somebody who ate like that all the time. At least the mission was a success and she could move on with her life.
Natasha Romanoff peeked over her bare shoulder at herself in the mirror with a pout on her face. Her long, glossy, red hair flowed freely over her back and took some attention away from her perky butt. Her round ass extended far beyond her loose hips and supple thighs. She wore a skintight black dress, leaving no room for imagination. Her stilettos were on, hoping to elevate her presence at what would be an assembly of bulky superheroes. She looked great, all things considered. But why was there a frown on her face? Other than forcing herself to eat fucking chicken feet.
The answer was quite simple. She’d be going alone to Stark’s “Summer Bash”, he called it. Clint was out of town on “secret Avenger business.” She’d normally ask him to accompany her, but his absence was troubling. What was so important about this that even she had to be out of the loop? Not to mention her sister was busy doing the whole “disappearing act”, so it appeared she’d be going stag.
Ugh, my fucking stomach, she thought to herself. She turned around to get a good look at her belly, which appeared to be bloating up just a little bit. Why is this just now affecting me?
Over about 10 seconds, an alarming pressure built up at her backside. Natasha barely had to push before her butt was exploding with gas.
BBBBLBLBBLLBLBRRRRPPRPRPRPRRPRLLLLLLLL!
Hot, stinky gas warmed up Natasha’s ass, as the horrifyingly bubbly fart slapped against the surface of the dress. The sound was divine, as she exhaled for the latter half of the release. The smell? It smelled like rotten, moldy milk that was left in the fridge far past its expiration date.
“Oof,” Natasha said while fanning the air, barely holding back a gag. “That’s rotten.” She turned around again with her ass now facing the mirror. It was almost as if the fart had made it look even better.
Wow, she thought to herself. How does an ass that good-looking produce such a smell? With that, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and went on her way to the party.
—
Tony Stark was a man who paid no expense for his parties. Especially when the attendees of this party would be super-powered individuals. Natasha arrived fashionably late, of course, and was met with the familiar sight of the Avenger’s Mansion ballroom, which was decorated accordingly. Fake palm trees, coconuts, leaves- you name it and it was probably somewhere. Tables of refreshments and drinks were on the sides, while a dance floor lay in the middle. A photo booth was off to the side.
“Ugh, I need a drink,” Natasha said out loud, before quickly making her way over to the bar. She passed multiple heroes, flashing all of them that signature, dashing smile. Captain Marvel, T’Challa, Blue Marvel, Billy and Teddy, that Spider-Man kid, the older Spider-man, Ms. Marvel, etc. Most of the X-Men were there actually. Good for them. Feels like they’re facing genocide every other month nowadays. And there were the Inhumans. Hanging around in a corner, like the pretentious bastards they were. She quickly ordered a drink, received it, and looked for somebody tolerable to talk to. It appeared that wasn’t going to happen.
Natasha guzzled down some more of her vodka and winced as the sharp taste burned her throat. Unsurprisingly, her bowels chose this moment to make itself known. The groan that ripped through her stomach was violent. She soon felt a sharp pressure on her ass.
Well, there was nobody necessarily near her. She could ease a bit of the pressure. Quietly, of course.
PPPPPPFFFFFffffffffssssssssrrrmmm-bblllrrrrrrmmssssssssspphhhhhhfffffff…
Natasha’s warm fart started quietly first, before gaining volume as she eased out a little bit too much. She quickly slowed down the pace of her fart while it continued to hiss out of her ass. She caught wind of the smell, which was downright appalling. All she could smell was the familiar scent of moldy cheese and burnt spices. It wasn’t a fun combination. Natasha discretely fanned her behind, slightly rubbed her stomach with her fingers, and fled to an empty corner of the room.
Natasha leaned up against a wall and slid down to the ground, already over trying to socialize for the evening. At least this area was relatively empty, as most of the heroes were across the room. Natasha downed the rest of her drink. She’d have to get another one. There was no way she’d be able through this night sober.
PPPHHHUURTLBLBLLBMMMRRRRrrrr…
A sweltering blast came out of nowhere, shocking Natasha, who tried to stop it around the 4-second mark but had no effect. It struggled to get through her dress and it rumbled and shook the ground beneath her. She bit her lip as her stench rose to her nose. She ran her fingers up and down her legs. Now she really hoped nobody could see her. Normally she’d be mortified about farting in public, but it felt… freeing in a way.
It’s not like it really mattered anyway. Everybody knew of the infamous “Black Widow” but nobody actually knew her. Nobody actually understood her either. The closest people to her were Clint and her sister, Yelena, but they were missing a few details. Details she would never tell them. Janet was up there too, but she was a bit too self-conceited for Natasha.
“Enjoying your self-loathing, Widow? It’s not a good look on you.”
Speak of the devil. Janet Van Dyne, aka the Wasp, stood there with two hands on her hips and a smug look on her face. She had on a navy dress similar to Natasha’s own and had sharp diamond earrings under her messy black pixie cut. She was a few inches shorter than Natasha but still had a similar, strong build.
“Woooo-boy,” she said, fanning the air. Seems like Natasha’s wind hadn’t gone unnoticed after all. Janet sat down next to her and gently patted her on the shoulder. She smelled faintly of alcohol and strawberry perfume. “Good to see you, Natasha, even if you fucking stink.”
Natasha giggled, a semblance of a smile appearing on her face. “It’s good to see you too,” she responded, a blush forming on her face. “I’ll apologize for the smell, I’ve been very gassy… I'm... not even sure you wanna know."
It looked like Janet was beginning to blush too.
“Oh, that's cool, I just figured you forgot to shower, but, yeah, your farts! It’s cool,” Janet said while she was very clearly becoming more and more flustered. Natasha realized that she could have some fun with this. A fart fetish wasn’t the craziest thing she had ever heard of. It was never her thing but she wasn’t one to judge. It was also clear whatever Janet had drank was “amplifying” her true feelings.
Natasha leaned to the side, slightly raising her ass in the air, and raised her finger. Janet had a dumbfounded look to go along with her blush.
“...What are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” the redhead responded while waiting for her bowels to cook up some more toxic gas. A few seconds later, the gas that had been working through her was at her exit.
PPHHHUURRTTT! BBBBRRAAAUUUMMPPP!
Two more farts shot out of Widow, who had a look of pure relief on her face. The first was an emphatic hum that lasted just over a few seconds. Its volume shook and rattled the floor while creating an incredibly dense stench. Her next fart was slightly more quiet, yet bubbled like a tuba. All in all, it was pretty gross. Or hot, from Janet’s perspective. Natasha leaned back over when it was over and shot Janet a steamy gaze.
“Sorry, Janet, I just can't stop… they’ve been coming out like that alllllllll day.”
“...I see.” Janet had that same dumb, horny look on her face. Maybe this party wasn’t so bad. Janet’s reactions were giving her much more enjoyment than any of Thor’s “legendary” tales.
“Wait, wait,” she giggled. “I feel some more coming. It’ll be a long one.”
BBBRRRMMPPP-PPLLllllaaarrrrmmmuuuuurrffffffppphhhhrmmmmmm!
Just like Widow promised, her newest fart was both long and moist. Above that, it was sloppy, slapping against her dress and the floor after its boisterous beginning. The smell around them was fetid and as such, Janet pinched her nose, even though she was probably enjoying it. Natasha could see her eyes taking all of her in. Her wide thighs and firm calves. Her firm arms and broad shoulders. That beautiful, deadly red hair. Natasha was a beautiful woman, and sometimes beautiful women fart. A lot, in Widow’s case. Natasha playfully fanned the air around her butt. She breathlessly laughed.
“Funny isn’t it? What happens to the human body when we eat something that we can’t handle?”
“Oh, yeah of course!” Janet laughed, nervously stretching her neck. “Yes, of course. Funny. You and your gas. Yup!”
“Something the matter, Wasp?” Natasha asked, flashing her a knowing smile.
“Oh no, I’m good. Little drunk, but who isn’t? Feels like a requirement for this type of party.”
“Yes, of course. I-”
PPPFFfffffrrmm! MMmmmrrrppprrrr…
Some leftover gas rushed out of Natasha, who couldn’t even feel that it was coming. They were smaller than her previous farts, but they carried the same stench as before. She nervously glanced at Janet, who looked like she was about 4 seconds away from pouncing on her and kissing the redhead. That obviously couldn’t happen. Harmless flirting was one thing, but actually being somewhat romantic? Nope
“I, uh, gotta use the bathroom!” Natasha said, quickly standing up. “We’ll talk later!”
“Wait!” Wasp protested. It was too late, Natasha was off to the bathroom to hide out until an acceptable time to leave.
—
Janet’s head sank… right before rising right back up, with a devious smile plastered all over her face. If Natasha was going to do exactly what Janet thought she was going to do, then everything was going to plan. Janet cackled to herself, but not in a way that was too evil. She wasn’t like that.
Hopefully, she hadn’t looked too innocent. She wanted to seem inconspicuous, but she also wanted to seem somewhat confident. Widow thinking she was hopelessly into her farts was an integral part of the plan. Janet, of course, wasn't hopeless.
The Black Widow was practically the poster child for beauty in a superhero. She had the perfect body, the perfect hair, the perfect voice. It was as if everything about her was built in a lab to be as arousing as possible. How could she rip farts so horrid and revolting? Janet had heard stories from Maria Hill about her venomous farts, but hearing and smelling them up close was a different beast altogether.
Janet had already done her math. There’s no way Natasha would use the regular bathroom stalls next to the party. No, she’d go to the private ones. Particularly, the one in the women's lounge. There was a 98% chance it’d be deserted.
The Wasp calmly walked through the halls of the mansion, smiling devilishly all the way. Eventually, she slowed to a stop and opened the door to the lounge. The air was frigid against her skin. She walked up to the bathroom door, and sure enough there was definitely somebody in there, straining and grunting.
“Eugh!”
PRROOOOOOOOTTTTRRR-ffffrrrrrmmmmmppppppp!
Janet heard loud flatulence through the door. She pictured Natasha’s anus flexing and opening before finally pushing out an airy, stinky blast. She pictured her ass shaking with the boisterous noise that a woman of her caliber should not be able to produce. She knew the mirrors were probably fogged up because of her steamy, rank gas.
BLBLBLBLLLBLBBLRRRMRMMRMLRMLRRLLMLMLMLMMBBBBB!
Another obnoxious fart flew straight out of Widow. Janet’s breath hitched in her throat and her heart beat at a wild pace. It was deep and cartoonishly bubbly, somehow going on and on, easily into the double digits. The fart sounded like somebody was trying to play a tuba underwater. It was that bubbly. All Janet could imagine was Widow’s curvaceous ass and dress, struggling to contain both the size of her farts and the smell.
This was all too much for the Wasp to handle. World-ending events were normal, but this? This was all too much. She had to seek relief. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to unleash her plan. Luckily for her, she wasn’t wearing panties, so it was as simple as sliding a couple of fingers up to her pussy. She folded her dress up for easier access, revealing her shining mound and bubbly ass. As soon as she made contact with her gleaming lips, Janet barely held back a moan. She was quite worked up and Natasha’s farts were getting it done very well.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Wasp was caught in a “compromising” position. She froze, her two fingers still inside of her, while her other hand reached out to stop the door. Natasha looked shocked.
“Janet, what…what are you doing?”
Janet calmly removed her fingers and slid them right into her mouth, her tongue cleaning her fingers right off. She promptly removed them and rubbed them against the hem of her dress. Widow had a slight blush on her face, which meant Janet had the upper hand in this situation.
Wasp took a few steps toward her colleague.
“Think you know what I’m doing, Natasha.” Widow stumbled back a couple of steps before regaining her footing.
“I think I do, and I’m putting my foot down. Janet, this is not acceptable,” she said while motioning her arms. “Our relationship is purely professional.”
They both backed into the bathroom and the temperature easily rose about 20 degrees due to the smell of her continuous ass blasts. Natasha waved her arms around frantically, trying and failing to make sense of the situation.
“On top of that, you’re flicking your fucking bean! In the middle of a party? What’s wrong with you?”
Janet took a deep breath of the room's stench and exhaled, her face reddening. The smell was exactly how she had imagined. Her nostrils flinched at the aroma of rotting milk and garbage, but her heart swelled with arousal. Her voice choked up a bit before responding.
“You just have that effect on me, Natasha. Have you heard your farts? They’re awe-worthy.”
“...What do you mean?”
“C'mon Widow, don’t make me spell it out.”
“...”
“I want that big, beautiful booty to fart on my face.”
Natasha backed up 2 more steps and shook her head frantically. She’d understand soon. And if she didn’t? That’s what plans are for.
“What? NO, I-I could never! Thats-”
“Oh, Natasha. Wrong answer.”
Suddenly, two arm bands shot out of the walls, quickly wrapping themselves around the Black Widow. Janet crossed her arms and leaned into her hips, smiling that fat, stupid smile. Natasha stared wide-eyed, as she began to hover in the middle of the bathroom. Natasha used all her might to try and fight Janet but… her body wouldn’t move. She managed a flinch, but that was all she could muster.
“Like it? New tech from our labs.”
Natasha’s movements slowed and she hovered with a furious expression. “This is a new low for you, Janet. Even then, you’ll never be able to make me fart on you. I’ll hold it in!” she exclaimed, her body moving unnaturally. She tried to swim around but was unsuccessful.
Janet opened the door and guided her body into the women's lounge with a… pen?
“What does the pen do?” Natasha asked, unhappy about her predicament, but excited to learn about experimental technology. She’d love it for new missions in the future.
“Well, when I clicked it, that’s when those arm bands shot around you. You’re in a stasis field right now, ready to do whatever I want you to.”
“WHAT! No-”
“Relax, Widow,” Janet answered nonchalantly. “I’m not gonna violate you or anything. Now let's have some fun.” Janet went to work, immediately moving a hand along Natasha’s firm belly. Natasha winced as she felt an undying pressure inside of her, desperate to escape. She wasn’t going to give Janet that satisfaction, but the tension was almost too much. Janet’s motions amplified the feeling inside of her.
“Natasha, you’re being no fun,” she said, gently caressing Widow’s stomach with two hands now. She moved her fingers from her underbelly all the way up to the top. “You’re gonna have to fart eventually. Why put yourself in more discomfort?”
Widow grunted, her face reddening more and more. “I’m…I’m not farting so you can get off!”
“Mhm,” Janet responded. Maybe more forceful measures would produce results then. She rubbed Widow’s stomach exactly how she had been before… and then pressed much harder, hoping to elicit something. Widow groaned.
BBBRRRRMMMMMTTTT!
Finally, Natasha caved into the ever-growing pressure trapped inside her stomach. She launched a raunchy fart that left her ass at an accelerated speed. The emphatic release was just a preview of what was ready to come out, Janet knew that. So she did it again, the time putting both her palms into Natasha’s taut dome.
PPPPRRRMRMMMRROOOOOOOOOOOOOoooommmrmlrlrmrlmlbbrr…
Widow moaned as another deeply relieving and deeply gaseous fart rolled out of her effortlessly. She could feel her stomach muscles shifting as it expelled more toxic ass, only to be replaced by more bubbling gas. Janet quickly looked at Widow during the release, who quickly averted her eyes while a blush rose to her cheeks. Natasha’s anus opened widely to expunge the gas, slowly closing throughout the fart, causing it to taper off. When it was finally over, Janet backed up and put a hand on her own hip, flashing Natasha a wide smile.
“Well that wasn’t too hard was it?” Janet slowly moved around to Natasha’s behind, lifting her so that her ass was pressed against Janet’s breasts. Janet reached up and wrapped her arms around Natasha and hugged her.
Natasha felt a profound pressure in her bowels and the simple solution was to let it all out. But she hated being made someone’s puppet for sexual gratification. But the gas coursing through her was unbearable. She felt her stomach muscles pushing against the massive amount of gas still inside of her. Oh well.
BBRRRMMPPP-bbrrrRRRRRRLLLLMMMMMPPPPPPP-PLPLLBMBMBRRRTT!
Natasha launched a series of farts into Janet’s chest, all of them varying in tone and volume. Her farts were notoriously bad, and these were no exception. Janet loved the sound and feeling of them bursting and slapping against her breasts, as she smiled widely. Her lust for Widow was through the roof. The only problem was there were way too many layers in the way. Janet hiked up Natasha’s skintight dress up to her stomach, exposing her black panties. They were damp and humid to the touch, no doubt the result of her steaming farts.
“What-what’re you doing?” Natasha huffed out, her body tense and strained from trying to hold in her farts. Janet had never heard the Black Widow so… nervous.
“I’m giving myself more access, babe.”
Widow angrily laughed. “You’re fucking disgusting.” Janet quickly stormed in front of Natasha, her expression somewhat unhinged.
“When will you stop lying to yourself!?” she threw her arms up as if she was about to deliver some sort of epiphany.
“You like this, Natasha,” she said while jabbing Natasha in the chest. “Had you really wanted to, you’d have figured a way out of here by now. You know it, I know it-”
“Is THAT really what you think? You’re fucking delusional. I’m not some… puppet for somebody’s fetish!”
Pppprrrrooommmmpp-bbbrrrmmmtt!
Soft farts leaked out of Widow's ass, their subdued tone and volume only adding to Janet’s arousal. Oh, she just couldn’t help herself. She agonizingly leaned forward, making intimate eye contact with the redhead. She grabbed the locks of Natasha’s hair, winding it around her fingers. Janet closed the distance, taking Natasha’s lips with her own. Natasha slowly returned the kiss while her pupils dilated. Janet gradually leaned back with a smile.
“See?” Janet smirked.
“T-this doesn’t change shit,” Natasha responded, blushing profusely.
“You keep telling yourself that.” Janet moved back to Natasha's panty-clad ass. Her monumental cheeks were even more impressive like this. Her panties hugged her waist and ass-crack tightly. While her underwear was generally damp, there was a visible line of sweat that ran from top to bottom. Janet grabbed the hem of her panties, stretching and staining it before letting it go, smacking Natasha and making her ass wobble. This also elicited a quiet moan from Widow and a few puffs of putrid gas.
ppphhhh-ppppfffff-hhhhssssss.
Janet grabbed the pen, using it to get Natasha into position, bending her legs and arching her back. In terms of Yoga positions, Widow was doing a "cow pose" while still floating in mid-air. Janet spread Natasha’s legs open to give herself easier access. She leaned down, both knees on the ground. She agonizingly slid down Natasha's panties, making sure to slide her fingers against all of the redhead's skin. Natasha quietly moaned and shook with Janet's movements. They finally slid off of Widow's feet. Janet brought them up to her nose and sniffed intensely before setting them down softly.
Janet took her time with this. She shook Widow’s cheeks, inspecting how her cheeks and thighs wobbled with every movement. Fervently, she dove in, finally able to smell all of Natasha’s “womanness” unfiltered by anything. She smelled the sweet aroma of Natasha’s damp ass-sweat and the leftover residue of her toxic farts. She took multiple deep breaths before leaning back. Natasha’s anus twitched with pressure.
“Just let go, Natasha.”
FFRRRROMMMMMPPPPPTTTTTTTT!
Natasha’s anus expanded, exploding with powerful flatulence. Almost immediately, Widow’s stench clouded around Janet, who breathed in everything she could. She moaned sensually and slid one of her hands down to her pussy, beginning to please herself. She noticed Widow's glistening sex, which leaked a few drops of juice. That liar.
BBLBLBLLBBMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFHHHHRRRROOOOOOMMMMRRRPPPP!
Widow’s butt blasted yet again, unable to hold back the cauldron of farts inside of her. Janet squeezed the redhead’s ass midway through, moving it to the side and changing the pitch of the fart. Natasha’s anus pulsed and opened, expelling a horrifying stench that now carried hints of rubber. Janet’s nose twitched, picking up this new addition and increasing her movements below.
BBRRRRMMpP-PHHHURRRRMMMM!
Janet closed Widow’s butt, experimenting with how this could alter the sound of her explosive farts. The result was farting that was cartoonishly moist and bubby. They steamed out of the tight airway and shot against Janet with the force of a bullet. Janet had reached her peak in terms of horniness, as liquid was oozing out of her and down her leg, but there had to have been more she could do. Wasp’s heart lurched with an idea.
Janet lay down on the ground and picked up her pen again. She guided Natasha through the air and positioned her ass right over her face. She lowered Natasha until she was mere inches over her and then clicked her pencil. Natasha felt the effect of gravity and crashed right into Janet. Dumbfounded, Natasha looked over her shoulder.
“You’re…letting me go?”
“Only if you want to.”
Natasha thought about this for a few moments. She found that “letting go” had been deeply reliving, and to be honest, weirdly arousing. There was so much inside of her. So much dangerous gas hidden behind those beautiful eyes, taut muscles, and luscious behind. Natasha found herself getting turned on by the ferocity of her own farts and the ass they were coming out of. Not to mention Wasp's fixation was beginning to get to her too.
Instead of responding with words, Natasha decided to firmly move her ass right over Janet’s face, which perfectly fit inside.
PPPHHHHHSSSHHHHHHHHHHRRRMMMMMMMMMPPP!
Widow’s fart hissed out of her entirely because she had Wasp’s face right under her, morphing the blast into something much more subdued. Her gas coated Janet’s face with a layer of humidity. Wasp’s eyes stung as the gas launched straight at her, but her crotch tingled as a result. It gained volume as her fart had something to rattle against.
Wasp used one hand to pull Widow closer to her and another to rub at her pussy. Janet used the side of her hand, rubbing against Natasha’s center, which was damp and most. She did this a few times before prodding in and out with her fingers. Natasha moaned, before feeling her bowels push against her.
PPLPLPLPBBMMRLRMRLRMRPPPPVPRPRPRPRPLMLMNNRRTTT!
Another fart exploded against Wasp, deeply reverberating through her skull and bones. The fart struggled to get through both Widow’s shapely butt cheeks and Wasp’s face, as both were working as a muffler.
Wasp was in heaven. A dazzling woman on top of her had a horrifying stink that not many knew about. She took everything in and was nearly at her breaking point. She rubbed against her pussy for a few moments, shuttering and shaking before removing her fingers. Janet found Natasha’s wet sex again, hoping to find her clit. She dug around, coating her fingers in slick juices before-
“Aughh-”
PRRRRRRROOOOOMMMPPPMBLBBLBLBRLRRLRMMLHHUUUURRRRRTTTT!
Natasha released her biggest fart yet that varied in sound. It began long and windy before bubbling and slapping against Janet’s face, before reaching a moist and humid conclusion. Janet was practically holding on for dear life, as her feelings were full of Natasha. Her scent, her thighs, and ass, everything about her.
To her surprise, Natasha reached down to Janet’s sex, gingerly using a finger to prod around inside her. It only took a few swipes before Janet’s chest was heaving and her body was contracting and shaking. Somehow, Janet managed to control her body enough to “help” Widow out too. She used her full palm and pressed into her pussy, bringing Natasha to an orgasm seconds later.
The two lay where they were, relaxing and tensing, over and over, riding out waves of pressure until their bodies finally gave out. Natasha slowly climbed off Janet before falling right next to her. Natasha propped her head on her elbow, staring at Janet with a look of confusion.
“I… never knew I could be turned on by my farts so much.”
“I’m happy to help,” Janet smiled before continuing. “But I might’ve gone about it the wrong way. Trapping you like that was wrong.”
“Ehhhh, it’s alright,” Widow yawned while sitting up and crossing her legs. “You promised not to violate me and you didn’t. At least not until it was consensual.”
Janet looked into Natasha’s eyes. Her face and body were still red due to their previous actions. “So, um… you wanna go back to the party? Or maybe we can get something to eat?”
“Yeah, I’m a little bit moist,” Natasha laughed. “And you are too.”
Janet examined her own body, which was slick with her bodily fluids and coated with a layer of sweat. Damn, Widow’s farts had warmed up the lounge. A lot. Widow's fluids were also all over her dress and leaked down into her breasts.
“I could use a shower,” Janet suggested.
“Me too,” Natasha giggled while hopping up to her feet. She extended a hand to Janet and helped her up. In one swift motion, Natasha spun around and slapped Janet in the ass, who froze. Natasha cupped the space between Janet’s ass cheeks and smirked at the shorter woman. She squeezed.
BBBRRMPP-BBBLLLURRMmmm-PPHHHUURRTTT!
In response, Janet released a string of farts, covering Natasha’s hand with tainted air. Her farts were muggy and soggy. They were also slow-moving, yet deeply thick. It smelled like nature and manure but with a hint of cheese. Widow’s nostrils expanded, hoping to sniff up all of the contaminated air that she could.
“Mmm, maybe I can be under you next time,” Natasha giggled while taking Wasp's hand, leading her towards the shower.
“It’s a date.”