Chapter 2 - Kate Bishop

“Kate Bishop.”
 
Tye had to give it to the girl, she was fast and she was accurate. The weirdly heavy bottle of hot sauce left her hand and rocketed through the air with enough force to shatter bone before slamming to a halt in the palm of Yelena’s hand, the sound still bouncing off the walls of the ruined apartment as his favourite blonde assassin pulled it to the side and shot the startled girl a cheeky smile.
 
“Hiiiii~” She sang. “I made Macaroni! If you want some?”
 
The offer was accompanied by the shaking of a half-full cooking pot, steam still curling off the top as the dark-haired girl, Kate, stared with a dropped jaw at the sheer audacity.
 
“I’m sorry. What?”
 
Yelena quirked her head to the side like a cute, innocent puppy. Not the nigh-unstoppable killing machine she truly was.
 
“Well, we were starving and you took forever! So, I wanted to make food.”
 
“You… Food? Wait…” Kate stumbled through a million thoughts before freezing at one in particular. “We?”
 
“Hello!” Tye cheerfully introduced himself and sat at the table.
 
A second bottle, much like the first, came hurtling towards him only to meet the first in a violent ‘BANG’ mid-air, both containers spiralling off as he yelped and belatedly tried to shield himself while Kate gaped and Yelena sighed.
 
“Now, was that really necessary? What is with you and the throwing of sauces? Must be an American thing. Your people are so, so strange. Anyway!” She turned to him and grinned. “Are you alright, Tye? You big baby. You didn’t get a booboo?”
 
His best response was to simply flip her the bird, making Yelena scoff before she turned her attention back to Kate and once more offered her the pot like a peace offering.
 
“I JUST want to talk. Are you sure you’re not hungry? That fight was sooooo long. It’s reeeeeeally tasty!”
 
“Yeah, I’ve had boxed macaroni before.” Kate snarked, muttering as the pot travelled from Yelena’s hand to the table. “I know it’s delicious.”
 
Unlike him, she was at the wrong angle to see Yelena roll her eyes before sharing with Tye a look that just begged for patience, making him chuckle softly as she set the pot down and dipped in for a soft kiss on the cheek before rising back up and heading towards the kitchen.
 
His eyes met Kate’s and she looked like she didn’t know what to make of him, or of the supportive smile that he used to try and let her know she wasn’t the only person in the room who’d run headfirst into Yelena’s strangeness. It was pretty awkward though, listening to the mumbled “forks, forks, where are the forks” coming from behind him.
 
“Really Kate Bishop? You have one fork?”
 
…
 
“Yeah? I’m one person?” Kate defended herself before blushing as she heard him snort.
 
“Don’t they sell them in packs?” Tye wondered out loud as his curvy pet assassin wandered back over towards him and took a seat in his lap.
 
Simultaneously, they both turned to look at Kate and gestured to the space left on the opposite side of the table.
 
“Please! Have a seat.”


 
Ten minutes and halfway to a pot of macaroni later, Tye thought things were going… reasonably well.
 
“Soooo… what? He’s supposed to help you kill Clint?”
 
The thought had barely left her lips before both he and Yelena had burst out into loud, guffawing laughter, lasting far too long as Kate watched the bizarre sight of him trying to stop the tears from leaking out of his eyes while the blonde in his lap gasped and clutched at his shoulders for balance.
 
“Oho~ ohohoho. Ohhhhhh Kate Bishop, you are so funny! No, really, that one is the funniest. Him?” She waved a hand at his still sniggering visage. “Help me? Please, he can barely carry groceries.”
 
If Kate expected him to protest she soon found herself surprised, his shoulders still shaking slightly as he choked down the rest of his amusement and nodded towards Yelena agreeably.
 
“She’s got a point. I have my talents, but all the, the fighting and the killing? Not my, how you say? Cup of tea. I have PEOPLE for that.”
 
“He’s right.” Yelena agreed, playfully patting him on the cheek, almost like he was a particularly tolerated pet. “Not much blood thirst in this one. He’s more of my… minion?”
 
“Try boyfriend.” Tye dryly corrected for Kate’s benefit, her eyes narrowing curiously as she watched Yelena’s hand linger on his face.
 
“Something like that…” The blonde hummed with a mysterious smile.
 
It was easy to understand why Kate looked so weirded out, if not disturbed to see the sudden wave of warmth that flew across her recently made enemies face. It only lasted for a moment though, and quick enough that if you’d blinked you’d think you had missed it, Yelena’s expression cooled to something dark and deadly.
 
“Please make no mistake. I will kill Clint Barton. But it’s fairly obvious that you will continue to interfere and make a nuisance of yourself, and I’m not just going to kill you, you know?”
 
“Yeah? Well… I won’t let you!” Kate stubbornly refused, tensing up as if readying for a fight as the corners of Yelena’s lips curled downwards while she calmly exhaled.
 
“I know you won’t…finished?”
 
The sudden change in topic threw Kate through such a loop that she barely even thought before passing the pot and fork back over, getting a grateful smile in response as Tye watched her face closely for the signs he knew were coming.
 
Skin flushed. Nostrils flared. Pupils dilated.
 
“It is good macaroni, yes?” Yelena carried on, casual as could be while she threw in a cup's worth of hot sauce before slurping up a mouthful. “Better than any you’ve had before?”
 
Tye watched the girl's brow furrow before she looked furtively between them and the pot. Her instincts were good, but it was clear she couldn’t figure out what the significance of Yelena’s questioning was as they’d already made it clear that if they’d wanted her dead, she would be dead.
 
However, violence wasn’t always the solution.
 
The sound of a fork scraping against metal as Yelena finished the bowl was the only sound they made before she clambered up and held a hand out towards him.
 
“The bedroom is this way.”
 
Grinning at the show finally starting, he took her hand and stood up to follow, Kate’s befuddled stare stabbing into his back.
 
“Bedroom…?” She muttered.
 
It took a moment, time he happily put to good use in watching the sway of his favourite blonde assassin's hips as she teasingly threw that bodacious looking backside from side to side while almost impatiently dragging him towards a door that looked to have avoided the worst of the damage.
 
“... HOLD UP!”
 
The sudden shout was enough to make him chuckle, but not enough to stop Yelena from barging her way into the admittedly very nice, if not a little too cosy double bedroom where most of the space was taken up by a large double bed. Kate’s scrambling footsteps echoed out behind them as she gave chase, practically tripping one foot over the other in her haste.
 
“Waaaaait, waitwaitwait-”
 
They didn’t wait, leaving the door open behind them for Kate to come crashing through before sliding to a halt as Yelena gripped him by the lapels and slammed her lips into his. With an ease that belied just how many times he’d engaged in the act for an audience, Tye welcomed arms which could easily snap a man's neck around the back of his head while his lips eagerly opened and welcomed her sweet, energetic tongue into his mouth. No matter how many times he tasted her Yelena never failed to make him melt, that taut control he kept over his pheromones easing minutely and releasing a fresh payload into the unfiltered air which immediately showed its invisible presence in the way she gasped and held him tighter.
 
Their mouths grew more frantic and their tongues collided, wrestling for the freedom to roam before hers briefly managed to push him back so that she could explore the corners of his gums and the softness of his palate, licking around the backs of his teeth and dancing through the waters of his moaning mouth before he fought back and managed to siege her own.
 
Now on the back foot, Yelena was left completely and happily defenceless to his advances, fingers toying with the nape of his neck as he grabbed her by the waist and tilted her back, sliding his palms underneath the flowing openness of her blouse and greedily grabbing hold of her curvy hips while she came alive and arched against his chest.
 
“Whoa…”
 
Tye barely heard Kate, too busy caressing soft, smooth skin and sliding his hands around to tease his blonde’s lower spine before mauling the plump loaves of ass meat that buoyed and firmly moulded beneath his touch, flexing as Yelena wiggled her black leggings coated rump and allowed herself to be dragged closer until his already tented bulge could grind against the front of her mound where her heat was already starting to leak through.
 
When she felt his desire and he felt her arousal it was like an invisible signal had been given, the quiet moans of their kiss becoming louder and more aggressive, almost animalistic as she nipped at his lip while he growled low in response, their eyes dancing as they met before he hunched down to taste her open and waiting neck before sucking while she gasped and pulled him deeper.
 
While he littered a thin trail of hickeys across her neck his hands slid away from her bum to hook themselves into her waistband, toying with the stretchy material and tugging to let it playfully snap back against her skin before shoving it down as she moaned impatiently and helped him along. Soon they were dropped to pool around her ankles and Yelena was naked from the waist down, full and round cheeks on open display before Tye whipped back and slammed his palm into the creamy surface hard enough to make her backside shake.
The snack seemed to startle Kate out of her daze, her scandalised squeak making a red-faced Yelena roll her eyes as she reluctantly pulled herself away from his lips and turned her head to see the other girl furiously blushing while trying and failing to avert her eyes, her attempt consisting of a valiant glance over to the wall before they inevitably found their way back around to the taut flesh of her toned legs and perky buns, one of which now sported a big, healthy red hand print.
 
“Problem, Kate Bishop?” She asked, breathing noticeably and licking her lips as Tye sunk his claws into the crack of her ass and pried them apart before letting them slap noisily back together.
 
Once again, the sound stirred the younger girl back into focus as her eyes widened and she seemingly remembered that they were in her apartment.
 
“Ah-, yes? Hey, HEY! What the HELL do you guys think you’re doing?!” She regained herself and exploded, waving her arms widely towards their tangled together forms and gaping as Yelena nonchalantly started to unbutton his shirt.
 
“I would have thought that was quite obvious?” 
 
Yelena grew tired of fiddling with the buttons and simply tore them from his body.
 
“Awuh?”  Kate short-circuited as her eyes locked onto his naked chest and noticeable definition. “Ahhh, I, I mean yeah, YEAH!” Her spine straightened and she glared. “I meant, what do you think you’re doing HERE?! This is MY bedroom and MY apartment! Go find your own place!”
 
“Why would we do that?” Yelena twisted her lips into an amused, tolerant smile while she threw the scraps to either side and raised her arms for him to return the favour. “You’re the one who made us wait, and I made you-” She paused as he pulled the blouse over her lips before resuming as he dropped it gently to the side and reached around to unclip her plain black bra. “-macaroni! If it makes you uncomfortable, then you are free to leave and wait outside for us to finish.”
 
“... Are, are you serious? I’m not going to wait outside while you two fool around on my bed!”
 
“There will be no fooling. Just fucking. And if you don’t wish to leave, then stay!” 
 
She said it so simply, leaving Kate to stand there with a flabbergasted expression painted across her beautiful face and watch as Yelena turned back around and planted her hands onto Tye’s firm pecs. A simple shove sent him tumbling backwards to take a seat on the end of the bed while she looked down at him with a sexy, superior look, one that effortlessly made his blood boil while she sunk to the floor.
 
Ass on her heels and her knees spread wide, it was a simple matter of leaning forward for Tye to afford himself a taste of Kate’s phenomenal view, heart pumping as he saw that fat ass hovering in a squat while she unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down. He barely had to lift himself for her to get them off alongside his underwear and shoes, the whole bundle being carelessly tossed aside to join the other mounds of dirty washing which seemingly littered the random corners of Kate’s room while his aching, impatient cock came rocketing up to stand tall and proud in the open air.
 
“Ooooh, there he is~” Yelena cooed, teeth briefly sinking into her lower lip as she obsessively traced her eyes over every vein like an addict checking their stash, daintily reaching up to wrap his girth in her silky touch and moaning as his heat near scalded her hand and the length throbbed under her attention. “Did someone miss me?”
 
“He always does.” Tye played along, grinning as she turned her smoky eyes up towards him and pressed her lips teasingly against the thick side of his shaft.
 
“Well, at least one of you can behave.” She joked before narrowing her eyes and flawlessly slipping into Russian. “I’ll even pretend you haven’t been checking her out over my shoulder.”
 
The sudden change in language startled Kate from where she had been unthinkingly wetting the ring of her lips, but if Tye was concerned he didn’t show it, cupping  Yelena’s cheek and coaxing her into kissing her way up and down the side of his length.
 
“Well, can you blame me?” His voice came out harsher as she flicked a particularly prominent vein, more guttural when she migrated from kissing to licking. “Besides, she was the reason you brought me here.”
 
“Oh yes, you fought oh so hard when I told you there was someone I needed you to fuck.” Yelena snorted, mouth and lips dancing around the base of his cock before she dragged herself down to his sack and started to suck, pulling in one ball and then the other while humming around the skin as he hissed and threw his head back at the sudden surge of pleasure.
 
“Mmph, SHIET!” He cursed. “Well can you BLAME me? She’s fucking smoking!”
 
Instinctively his eyes flicked up to find said girl, giving away that they had indeed been talking about her. It almost looked like she was going to push them on it too, her mouth opening to let it flow out before stalling as Yelena buried the upper half of her face in his nuts and left the flared, throbbing helmet of his meaty cock to bob violently over her head to the beat of her snorting and slurping.
 
Kate was having trouble finding the words anyhow, the pheromones infecting her system and blanking the aggression from her brain, forcing her to focus more on the ever so slight curvature of his length and how its beauty caught the light while her thighs ground fruitlessly together to try and stamp out the burning wetness dripping down the insides of her slim thighs, staining the crotch of her light blue skinny jeans.
 
It would have been a lie to say the adorably curious way she stared at his cock didn’t stroke his ego, getting his blood pumping as Tye looked down into Yelena’s slurping features and grabbed a thick fistful of silky hair before stuffing her down harder to gag on his cock. Even with all her experience she still spluttered, cheeks puffed up and flushing an even deeper red as she squatted there, bouncing softly in excitement and gurgling when he took full control to start working her on and off the upper half of his shaft, bathing in the debauched feeling of her flat tongue wrapping around the contours of his pipe while every drive of her skull down towards his base caused a noisy explosion of slobber from the corners of her mouth.
 
“H-hey, uh, guy? I think you’re hurting her…” 
 
Kate cautiously stepped forward, concern lacing her tone as her eyes kept switching between the pleased grimace on his face and the slight ripples quivering through Yelena’s meaty rump.
 
“You think so? How about it, Yelena? Mmph!” Tye grunted as he saw Kate stepping within reaching distance as he harshly dragged the feasting, swollen lips off of his cock and jerked Yelena’s head back to make her stare up at the ceiling.
 
“Uwah?” She blubbered, eyes suspiciously blank as he whacked his slimy tip-off of her chin until she caught the hint and slid her tongue out to start catching it, groaning wetly as it smacked her muscle with a series of sloppy ‘SPLAT’s.
 
“I said, your new friend thinks I’m hurting you. But that’s not true, is it?!”
 
Yelena yelped as he shook her roughly by the hair and then gasped as he whipped his cock to the left and swung it into her cheek, stunning Kate as he cock slapped the blonde assassin hard enough to make her face twist before dragging her back around and driving himself all the way down into the depths of her tightly spasming throat.
 
“Fuck yeah, if you didn’t like it you wouldn’t be so desperate to SWALLOW IT!”
 
A long, throaty retch exploded from around his shaft and Kate shuddered as she realised it was one of delight. Tye took Yelena’s skull in both hands and hammered his way into her oesophagus while she desperately grabbed onto his thighs and threw herself forward until her chin was rubbing his nuts on every push, drenching half of her face in spit.
 
“Come ‘ere!”
 
He yanked on her head and pulled his neck bulging girth free of her walls with an obscene “HLURK!”, scraping out a wave of saliva to splatter across Yelena’s plump tits before he dragged her up onto unsteady feet and pointed her in Kate’s direction, shoving the brutalised blonde a few steps forward and into the girl's face.
 
“Look at her!” He ordered, grinning as the brunette's eyes instantaneously began to memorise the sight. “Does she look like she doesn’t want it?”
 
Kate could feel her heart hammering but no words came out while obediently looking down into the shorter woman’s face, one who had previously kicked her ass and now stood before her bent over, naked and positively dripping as Tye kept her upright by the back of her hair and showed her off in the light. Eyes made for perfect accuracy scraped over those gorgeous, confident features and widened as they took in the flushed cheeks and ruddy complexion, eyes dazed and the slightest hints of makeup running with small black trails leaking from her eyes while she unashamedly grinned and lewdly stretched her lips apart.
 
That tongue rolled out languidly to settle over her chin and Kate whimpered as the puffiness of her lips glistened after their violent fucking, strands which caught the light stretching from the roof to the floor of her mouth while she gargled nastily in the back of her throat and reached up to smear spit across her perky chest. It was enough to make her legs tremble, even more so when Tye reached around and hooked three fingers into each side of Yelena’s mouth and pulled her cheeks even further apart, making her whine as he turned her left and right to show her off like a prized horse while she needily lapped away at his fingers.
 
“Dirty bietch.” His Russian grew heavier as he tilted Yelena’s head back and spat into her gurgling mouth.
 
“Godsh YESH, I really am!” She agreed, spitting out his fingers and grunting as they wrapped around her throat.
 
“You see, Kate?” He sneered. “She treats you like an idiot.” He tightened his grip and forced out a choked squawk. “Shakes her ass like a showgirl.” He spanked her hard and made it jiggle while she soundlessly wheezed in delight. “And cums like one of you western, ten-dollar whores!”
His hand left her blushing ass cheek and buried itself between the front of her thighs, brutally slamming his fingers through the creamy swamp of her arousal and digging three of them deep into her slit before furiously sawing them in and out. Yelena’s eyes rolled back and her tongue shot forward past her burning red lips as he tore a squirting jet of pussy juice right out from her mound and yanked his hand away to let her spray a two feet wide arc of arousal all over the carpet.
 
When she finally stopped, legs shivering and her knees bowed inwards like she was about to collapse, Tye tossed her towards the bed with a careless twist of his hips. Even insensate she was aware enough to catch herself on the edge and gracefully flip her way towards the centre of the mattress, ending up on her hands and knees with that gushing wet quim pointed back towards them.
 
“I’m not…”
 
Tye almost didn’t hear her, mumbled as it was, but looking away from that plump and waiting rear he found Kate’s shaken expression, lips parted as her breath audibly spilt from her chest.
 
“I mean, she’s not, WE’RE not all whores…” She repeated herself, trying to appear firm even while instinctively falling onto the backfoot as he took one long step to put them face to face.
 
He didn’t respond with words. Slowly, leaving her ample time to pull away, Tye reached out to cup her soft face, one of those high and regal cheekbones fitting into the palm of his hand like it belonged there as she stiffened at his touch. His eyes drew her in and for Kate, it was like she was drowning, his features taking up her entire world as he stroked her gently and stretched his thumb to teasingly rub along her moistened lips.
 
A soft jab from below was the only thing to draw her attention away, and Kate vacantly realised that it was the head of his penis, still slick with throat slime and rubbing all over her cheap cotton shirt as it rigidly bobbed against her stomach and left a splotch of pre-cum behind to stain. For some reason, she couldn’t find it in herself to care, hypnotised by the way it stretched up towards her like a monolith until Tye’s large hand wrapped itself around the shaft and stroked upwards. The leftover spit spilt over his fingers and knuckles in a thick coating before he pulled it free and brought it up between them.
 
His eyes weren’t judging, or cruel as he pushed forward towards her mouth and dangled those dirty fingertips between her lips. They weren’t condemning, even as he wordlessly used his hold on her face to pull her mouth forward and slide more and more of his hand into her mouth, cramming her full as she let him practically fist her pink cavern while she stood there, heart surely loud enough to wake the dead as he kept on going until her jaw ached and she gagged.
 
“Gluuuuuurk!”
 
But he didn’t stop.
 
The comforting hand on her cheek slid around to cup the back of her neck and Kate whimpered, eyes cloudy as he rubbed his filthy digits and palm all over her squirming tongue and started to thrust.
 
“GLOSH! Hluuuuuurk, gluck~gluck~gluck~”
 
Back and forth, faster and faster, shoving his hand into her mouth and pushing so deep he could feel the silky tissue of her throat while she gagged around him and slathered her tongue over whatever taste of him she could, the knowledge that she was drinking down another woman's sloppy, dick sucking saliva making her pussy squelch as she loudly moaned and futilely fisted her hands in the sides of her top.
 
When he finally pulled away she heaved, breathing like she’d run a mile while the humiliating realisation of what had just happened settled heavily in her gut. Yet still, he didn’t say a word, looking back calmly when she peeked up into his face with wide, confused eyes and bit her lip. His hand, the one she’d drank from, pressed against her and wiped, smearing a cocktail of her and Yelena’s juices all over her pretty face until it had practically covered the left side, leaving her a shivering, blushing mess as he turned and headed back over towards the bed.
 
There he found Yelena waiting, a smile on her lips and a flush to her chest as she lay there with her arms spread wide and those rose-capped breasts perkily reaching for the ceiling with every excited breath. Blond hair spilt across the sheets like a golden river and her crossed legs broke out into goosebumps as he clambered up onto the end of the bed and reached out to brush his fingers along the length of her thigh.
 
Her teeth found the softness of her lip as he continued to explore, taking a commanding hold of her toned muscle and leaning down to kiss a whispering trail up over her knee before they fell apart like the petals of a flower in bloom.
 
“Someone’s feeling romantic.” Yelena teased, narrowing her eyes suspiciously even as she arched her spine and gasped at the warm breath washing over her wetness.
 
“Quite the opposite, actually.” He murmured.
 
Both his palms rubbed their way along her inner thighs and gave an appreciative squeeze, making that sweet pinkness in between glisten as he wormed his way up her body and pushed his hips forward while reaching for her curious face.
 
“Is she watching?” He whispered.
 
Yelena’s eyes flickered over his shoulder and danced as they seemingly took joy in what they found.
 
“... She is.”
 
“Good.”
 
She found her way back to his gaze, and where with looking at Kate they’d seemed amused, with him she felt a thrumming anticipation. That only grew as he petted her cheek twice before reaching for her knees and pushing them back towards her face, folding Yelena in half until her wiggling toes were up high in the air and flipping her back over onto her hands and knees while she laughed in excitement
 
Still, she giggled as her legs obediently stayed pressed together, adding extra emphasis to the heart-shaped thickness of her bum while he hunched over her back and buried his hand into her hair, grabbing the back of her skull and pressing down, down, down, until her face was twisted to the side and halfway sunk into the mattress with one bright eye looking up at him expectantly.
 
“You know…” He felt her shudder and it made him throb. “She doesn’t seem to think you’re a whore.”
 
“Mmmmm~ yeah?” Yelena groaned.
 
“Yeah. But she doesn’t know you like I do.”
 
He heard her lungs desperately inflate as his shaft rubbed against that ass, her hands scrambling backwards to reach for and stretch her cheeks apart as he anchored his thick, turgid helmet against her asshole.
 
“She doesn’t know how wet you get when I skull fuck you into spitting bubbles.” He snorted and pushed. “She hasn’t seen the way you scrape my cum from your tits, or how loud you scream when I drag you into the bathroom on the plane and screw you against the door.”
 
“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuckkk!” Yelena ground out, panting through gritted teeth while she felt her genetically enhanced sphincter burn and shift to accommodate his outrageous girth, the sensitive walls of her ass feeling every vein along its length throb as she instinctively tightened and heard him hiss.
 
“And MOST of all!” He raised his voice and made sure what he said next couldn’t be missed. “She doesn’t know that there are only two occasions when you stop being such a smug, uppity slut. The first is when you’re down on your knees, sucking my cock. The second?” His hips jerked and Yelena squeaked as he pierced the first two inches. “When you’re getting your greedy little asshole gaped.”
 
The muscles of his chest pressed against her back while his lips moved closer to her ear.
 
“So… which is it going to be?”
 
The walls of her ass flexed around him and tugged as she swallowed the water building in her mouth and whimpered.
 
“A-a-ass?”
 
He smirked.
 
“Good-”
 
“OOFT!” 
 
She grunted as he rammed balls deep with a single thrust and knocked the air from her lungs. 
 
“CHOICE!”
 
‘SMACK!’
 
“GAH!”
 
A ragged cry ripped its way out of Yelena’s throat as he pulled back hard and abruptly emptied her bowels, right before retracing his still-burning steps and slamming himself home hard enough to send waves of force rippling throughout her thick arse while she squealed through her teeth.
 
“FUCK!”
 
Her hands released her backside and let both halves clap back together around his thundering prick while they shot forward and buried themselves into the sheets, fisting the covers and pulling hard enough to rip fabric as she clenched her eyes shut and lifted her ass higher for Tye to slam his hips against in a series of brutal, meaty sounding claps.
 
“Haaaaaaah~” 
 
Yelena’s head shot back and she started cursing up a storm, only for Tye to shove her face first back down into the bedding, muffling her still audible cries and smothering both her nose and mouth so that it was a fight for every breath while her rapturous eyes rolled around in their sockets.
 
“Blyat, blyat, blyat, BLYAT!”
 
His fingers found her hip and gripped hard enough that anyone without the Black Widow formula would have bruised. Not Yelena though, her soft, creamy skin moulding beneath his fingers as he dug deep and used his hold to slam her back against his crotch, shunting his cock up to the base on every pump as her plump thighs jiggled to the beat of his fucking. Even the bed wasn’t spared, the frame rattling threateningly while its headboard banged against the wall with every push.
 
When Tye looked back over his shoulder to see if Kate had any complaints, it was to see that she clearly had much more pressing things on her mind. Mainly, stripping off the skin-tight pair of jeans clinging to her hips, wiggling frantically with a red face to shake them loose before dropping them to a messy pile atop the floor. Her top went next, dragging up over her slim belly and revealing a hint of definition before she threw it to the side and left herself standing there in nothing but a matching pair of solid purple lingerie, with a thong that stretched up high on her waist while the taut bra plumped up her hand filling mounds like they were being offered up on a lacey platter.
 
Something he made good use of, catching her bewildered eyes as she wondered just why she had done that and holding them before POINTEDLY spitting in the palm of his hand and sending it hurtling down into the blushing skin of Yelena’s ass with a thunderous ‘SLAP’, causing her to cry out like a beast in the dirt while she squirted all over the comforter.
 
Hearing her howl and scream his name didn’t mean he was going to stop fucking her though, his moans loud as her sudden orgasm caused her asshole to milk his cock of all the pleasure it could. It was almost too much for Tye, his nuts rumbling rebelliously and causing him to wrap her hair around his fist before yanking, dragging her burning face out of the sheets where she gasped down a desperate lungful of air before continuing to yelp with every ferocious crash of his hips against her ass.
 
“AH~AH~AH~GAH~SUKA~BLYAT~HAAAAAH~FUCKER!”
 
He sat up straight and pulled harder, bending her backwards towards his chest and cinching his arm around her soft throat before squeezing until she choked.
 
“What are you?” He snarled into the side of her head, nose nesting in the silky tresses of her hair while she grabbed onto his bicep with both hands and wheezed.
 
“I’m your whooooore!” She rasped.
 
He tugged harder on her neck and used the other hand to cup her left breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple until she bucked against his lap before yelping as he traded speed for power while burying his shaft up her asshole.
 
“You're my what?” He prompted, caressing and groping her breast until it was red.
 
“I’m your WHORE!”
 
She pulled his arm tighter around her neck and jerked her body against him, not trying to escape but instead continuing to spear herself on his cock as he groaned and listened to her bum smack against his hips while she gargled out the words that pushed him over the edge.
 
“I’m your whore, your dirty, Russian whore.”
 
He thrust and made her loose tit bounce, jaw clenched as she reached behind his neck and pulled their cheeks flush together.
 
“Your dirty, Russian, anal whore. Your insatiable, cum hungry butt slut who fucking loves how your fat, nasty cock RIPS its way through her backdoor and turns her into a screaming pig!”
 
He threw her forward with a roar and pounced on her sweat-coated back, hands pressed between her shoulderblades and keeping her pinned flat while he frantically shook his hips and did his best to fuck her till the pleasure-filled sobs stopped, groans spilling into the air as she somehow managed to arch her spine and shove her backside up against his blitzing shaft even while her fists hammered on the mattress and her legs kicked frantically behind them.
 
“Fuck me fuck me FUCK ME you stupid Soviet dog-HNNGH- faaaaaah~ I fucking love you, you BASTARD!”
 
He tumbled over the wave and hilted himself up to the base, moaning at the feeling of her soft, warm ass meat cuddling up against his crotch while his balls jerked and unleashed a torrent of creamy spunk up into the depths of Yelena’s shitter, hosing down her walls while she did her part to soak the bedding even more thoroughly. As he came, her asshole kept pulling, spasming and massaging him in the hold of its walls, pulling more and more from his nuts.
 
Tye licked his lips and softly sawed himself against her rear, making sure to give his jizz no escape other than to go deeper into her bowels, even going so far as to slap her arse to tighten it up around him anytime she started to relax and loosen before he was done.
 
When he finally pulled out, it was to find her gaping anus bubbling with his cum and his rod still stiff as a fucking baton.
 
“... Holy shit.”
 
Then he remembered he wasn’t alone.
 
Standing there like a deer in the headlights as he spun around to lock onto her lithe, full, athletic figure was Kate Bishop, with skin like caramel and an incriminating dark patch spreading across the crotch of her underwear. There was a slight tremble in her legs as he slid his way off of the ruined sheets and dropped onto the floor, standing to his full height and only just rising above her as he started walking her way.
 
Idly he noticed the sharpened points of what could only be her nipples poking through the fabric of her bra, the sight bringing a hungry smirk to his face as he pushed his way into her personal space and pressed her back.
 
Chest heaving as she stumbled, Kate noticed she was once again practically tripping over her own feet though THIS time in the opposite direction, where she eventually felt the hard wall meet her back with a wicked thud, the hit shocking and reminding her to breathe as she inhaled sharply and stared up at him with wide eyes.
 
Tye’s hand found her shoulder.
 
Her skin was warm and smooth, and she didn’t put up anything even resembling a fight as he pushed to drive her down onto the taut globes of her arse, leaving her nose height with his balls that stunk of his and Yelena’s devilish debauchery. They both knew she had been watching and had seen just where his cock had gone. But the pheromones were doing their work in numbing her reservations and quieting the concerns in her mind, coaxing her into letting it all go in favour of shyly opening her supple lips and straining her tongue forward past her lips to take a single, dainty swipe of his tip.
 
“How’s it taste?” He murmured.
 
She stilled with her tongue against his skin, seeming shy before slowly dragging her tongue back into her mouth and smacking her lips curiously around his taste.
 
“...Good.” She whispered, eyes shifting as she fought with herself before reluctantly giving in and dipping her head forward for another whimper-inducing lick. “Mmm, really good. Really-” Lick. “-really-” Mwah! “-really-!”
 
He didn't need to hear the rest, her heavenly tongue making his cock jump as it felt her rub all over its sensitive glans. She started off cautious but quickly built up a head of steam with her knees spread wide and two strong fingers sliding down to the apex of her thighs and pressing against the sodden thong stickily clinging to her tidy lower lips.
 
Kate started to rub as he grunted and pressed forward to feel more of her lips wrapping around him, the gentle lapping of her tongue soon replaced by the throaty sounds of her bobbing back and forth. The “Gluck~gluck~gluck!” of her slobbery sucking rhythmically stabbing the air while her eyes crossed and she messily tried to focus on its girth disappearing into her hot, wet, slippery mouth.
 
“Faster…” He moaned.
 
She choked as he pushed forward and crammed his cock towards her throat, ignoring the press of her palms against his thighs in favour of taking firm control while she sat there and furiously diddled herself to the harsh sound of his excited breaths
 
“Faster!”
 
Tye shoved himself forward, pushing her head backwards into the wall with a wicked ‘THUNK’ and causing the most delicious moans to ring out around his schlong as it slipped past her tongue and into the back of her mouth, tasting her throat while she noisily gagged around him and dug her nails into his flesh to try and make him slow down.
 
It didn’t work, and Kate quickly had to learn how to breathe in the brief intervals of his pipe unclogging her tube before it dove back in and bounced her skull off the plaster of her bedroom wall, moaning all the while as his musk-filled her nose and her tongue began to adoringly caress the underside of his cock as it carved its way towards her stomach
 
‘WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-!’
 
She fell into a daze of sucking, slurping and choking, his taste obscuring her thoughts until the feeling of his spit-dampened nutsack slapped against her chin and she realised he’d penetrated the very depths of her throat.
 
“Mmph~ how’s it feel?” He asked. “The Soviet dick of a man you don’t even know, still stained from its trip up your enemy's backside? Does it still taste good?”
 
He mocked and pulled out just to slam back in, eyes sliding shut as he enjoyed the simple pleasure of having a hot young throat flexing around him as it tried to push him out. Then he heard her sudden sputtering moans, impossible to understand as they came out amongst the spluttering, saliva-spilling grunts of her cock loving mouth, but one look in her eyes revealed the dawning realisation of what she was doing.
 
“Oh, did you perhaps forget? What we’re here to do? Do you even know my name?”
 
The shock and shame on her flushed face told him he was right. Her tongue stopped sliding around his flesh but he didn’t give her the option to stop throating him, keeping her pinned to the wall by his hips as she pounded on his legs and slapped the floor.
 
“But he doesn’t have to die…” 
 
The struggling stopped, and Kate Bishop looked up at him with throat fucking induced tears at the corners of her eyes, staring at him with a heavy dose of suspicion mixed with just a tinge of hope.
 
“We both loved Nat.” He stressed, threading his fingers through her hair and using that to keep her head still as he languidly resumed thrusting in and out. “And we both know this isn’t what she would have wanted. That being said, Yelena is… difficult to calm down once she gets all riled up. So even if I AM inclined to help you out…” His voice dropped and a fresh wave of juices dribbled from the leg holes of her thong onto her thighs as he slyly grinned at her straining face, simultaneously reaching down to finger the front clasp of her bra. “There has to be a little something in it for me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
 
Still with her lips wrapped around his cock, Kate seemingly weighed her options, first looking at him as if trying to find something she could trust before past him towards the bed where an insensate, unchanged Yelena lay sprawled out with only the rising and falling of her torso to suggest she was even alive.
 
Tye knew the moment she’d come to the correct conclusion that she needed him on her side. He could tell because it started in her eyes and travelled down to that heart-shaped face where it took the form of her cheeks hollowing out and her switching from convenient glory hole to active cock sucker, cock worshipper, if the gasp-inducing way she pushed free of his hold was anything to go by, quickly followed by the sensation of warm saliva filling her mouth and surrounding his girth.
 
He felt it down to his toes as she sloppily bobbed on his rod, mouth sloshing and her tongue lashing as she gave him his very own schlong wash while cupping her breasts. She found the clip hanging between her perky mounds and Tye watched as she popped it undone to set them free, blowjob uninterrupted as she shrugged it off to the side and finally pried her mouth from his tip to purse her lips and spit a fat glob onto the tip before her hands massaged it into the shaft.
 
“Fine!” Kate coughed while furiously fisting his length. “I do this, you help Clint?”
 
She flinched as he somehow got harder in her hands.
 
“Hehe, of course!” His smile couldn’t be described as anything less than smug. “Now put those tits to work, suck my cock and let me handle the rest.”
 
She shuddered at his crude words and hesitated one final time before visibly firming her resolve. Taking a deep breath, Kate found herself quickly drawn back towards the beast which had done its best to reshape her throat, swirling her tongue around the bulbous mushroom-shaped head of his prick and topping it off with a fat, wet smooch as he bit his lip and felt her hot breath tickle his balls.
 
“There’s a good Yank, just do what feels right.”
 
Of course, she had no way of knowing that what she thought was right came from the nudging of his pheromones.
 
Those plump bronze milk bags fit her palms perfectly as she pushed forward and sandwiched them around his size, not even coming close to enveloping him completely as Yelena could, but still luxurious nonetheless as they created a pillowy channel for him to thrust against while she stuck out her tongue and drizzled a thick coating all over her newly created cock tunnel. The warm, fleshy slip and slide felt incredible as he dropped his hips lower and started pumping between her tits.
 
“Atta girl!” He moaned, “Fucking take it!”
 
The ‘thwap-thwap-thwap’ of his helmet hitting her chin eventually knocked her mouth loose enough to once more open up and accept him inside, pre-cum leaking out of the slit to drip out onto her taste buds while she moaned with dreamy-looking eyes and sucked harder, really putting her body into the motion while she cradled home on her tongue and furiously worked her tits up and down his shaft.
 
“MMMPHLRT! Schlup-glrk-hmph-gla!”
 
No matter how shy she’d seemed before, there was no doubt in his mind that she had experience, her technique slurping the energy from his core until he had to rip himself free or suffer an early ending to their fun. When he pulled away from her tits though she chased him, apparently having discarded all thoughts of reason in favour of washing her mouth out with his taste, to the point that he had to grab her by the neck and haul her up the wall onto shaky legs to stop her from attempting to swallow him into her stomach.
 
Those plump, glistening tits jiggled as she leaned back and found herself pinned to the wall by his weight, her firm body rubbing against his front while her nipples scraped against his pecs as she reached around to hold desperately onto his back. His angrily throbbing cock, clearly unhappy at being pulled from its pleasure, showed its displeasure by grinding all over her toned belly until Tye reached down to grab her right leg and pull it up onto his hip, wrapping it around himself as she whined in the back of her throat and gasped at the feeling of her soaked thong being tugged to the side for his tip to perch at her gates.
 
“W--wait, wait! You, hnnn, you NEED to go slow! I can’t-”
 
“You can.”
 
He muffled her begging with his right hand, clamping it over her lips and staring down into her wide, frightened eyes, licking his lips at the feeling of her leaking pussy gushing all over his dick while her chest heaved against him.
 
“You can and you will. You asked for my help and the price was your body. So, like a good, honest, American whore, you’ll take every-”
 
He pushed up between her lips.
 
“-single-”
 
She moaned against his palm.
 
“-inch.”
 
He thrust and Kate howled, crashing her head against the wall as her muffled sounds of distress caused by having her outrageously tight snatch invaded and stretched by his cock travelled up his arm, matching the bassy groans he let out at the feel of her silky walls clamping down around him while he fought to follow through on his promise and bury himself into her guts.
 
“I fucking knew it, your pussy’s so damn needy!”
 
It was so tight that Tye thought she might cut off his circulation, her juices gushing down their lower halves as he jerkily forced the first quarter in, pulled back and drove forward with another third. All the while her leg clenched his hip as if to help him along while she moaned and rolled her eyes to the ceiling at the spine-tingling sensation of having her tunnel gaped.
 
By the time he reached the base of his shaft, balls nestled happily against her inner thighs, they were both wrapped around each other in a panting, sweaty mess. Kate’s nails were digging into the back of his shoulders and they kneaded the skin like a hawk as he let go of her mouth and grinned into her flushed face.
 
“See?” He breathed. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
 
Kate curled her lip as if to curse him out only to squeak and hold him tighter as she felt his cock flex inside her cunt. So instead of a curse or a threat, she said-
 
“I hate Russians. Mmph!”
 
Tye wasn’t offended. He laughed.
 
“Yeah? You might hate Russians…”
 
He drew his hips back until the tip was resting at her entrance.
 
“But do you hate Russian cock?”
 
Horrified excitement bloomed in her eyes as she wordlessly protested his tensing muscles and desperately clenched around his tip, only for him to ignore her reticence and slam forward with a roar regardless, tearing his way through her gooey pussy and making her scream as he rapidly started to drive himself forward and up into her pussy, holding her by the thigh and keeping her balanced precariously on one foot, FORCING Kate to use him for support as he went to town on her pussy.
 
‘WHAP!’
 
Her back slammed against the wall.
 
‘WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-!’
 
The brutal sound of her sweaty body wetly slapping back against the plaster rang throughout the apartment as Kate Bishop moaned like a wounded boar and wrapped her arms around Tye’s thick shoulders, dropping her face into the crook of his neck and biting down on the skin to try and hide her rapturous squealing.
 
It hardly helped, and in fact only made things worse as the pain seemed to spur the rugged Russian on into fucking her even harder, dust raining down from the ceiling as he set a brutal pace and tried his best to feel every smooth inch of her sexy caramel body bounce back against him. Abruptly he felt her insides coil, and with a husky shout he slammed to a halt as Kate released a thick wave of arousal all over his balls, the liquid dripping down their legs as she gasped and felt his lips press against her ear.
 
“Fucking Yankee slut.” He seethed, licking her neck and making her moan as he reached down for her ass and slapped, spanking another spritz of fem-cum out of her hole while she whined and tried not to faint. “Took me less than an hour to have you stripped down to your panties with your cunt strangling my cock. Like my very own, caramel-coloured rabbit. What do you say?”
 
“Fuck you.” She rasped, right before biting her lip and shuddering through another wave of her climax.
 
“I welcome you to try!” He grinned. “Come on bunny girl, bounce for me!”
 
‘SLAP!’
 
Her head flew back and her jaw dropped as the burning print of his hand rose to the surface of her still jiggling booty, her hips reflexively jerking as he laughed and slapped her again.
 
“That’s it, bunny girl! Bounce, bounce, BOUNCE!”
 
Slap after slap rained down on her poor, reddening heiny and Kate Bishop squealed through the shocks of bliss that blurred her lower half into a warm, fuzzy den of pleasure, her hips swinging as she started thrusting herself against him while her taut bubble butt clapped against the wall.
 
“Such a greedy Western cunt, soaking wet and always ready to gobble up superior Russki dick. If we’d known pussy this easy was waiting for us on the other side, I’m sure we would have fought a lot HARDER!
 
The only thing worse than his words was just how good it felt, her lilting moans rising in volume as she pulled him tighter and rubbed frantically against his chest to better feel his girth stirring around her core. Then he added his own efforts, doubling the force of their fucking as he pulled back and pumped just as she pushed forward, meeting her in the middle with an explosive ‘SMACK’ that caused her eyes to roll as she spasmed and felt her leg collapse.
 
“Oh no you don’t!”
 
His hands dove down to grab Kate by the backs of her thighs, sweeping her into his arms and hauling her up into the air as she yelped and wrapped her lithe limbs around his body, clawing and scratching at his bare back to leave numerous red welts while he grit his teeth and hissed.
 
“Fucking bietch, where do you think you’re going?!”
 
He dragged her up to the top of his cock and slammed her home as she threw her hair back and screamed.
 
“I’M CUMMING!”
 
Tye roared, spinning away from the wall and walking across the room as she mindlessly repeated the words over and over again, chanting them like a mantra of pleasure and getting louder every time one of his steps caused her athletic body to jiggle in his arms.
 
She had almost entered a daze, up until her ride suddenly stopped after just a few metres and she felt a fresh pair of firm hands pushing into her toned bum cheeks, spreading them apart so that the open air brushed over her naked crack.
 
“Huh? What-”
 
The cock in her cunt kept going even as she foggily counted how many hands were on her body. Finding the numbers didn’t add up she twisted around, blowing a sweat-soaked lock of hair out of her face while straining to look back over her shoulder. The answer to her questions was enough to increase the volume of her moans, Yelena’s mischievous face appearing from just beneath the swell of her ass, right before those hands stretched her apart even further and the woman leaned in to mercilessly, remorselessly, unashamedly, DRIVE her mouth forward and spear her tongue into the virgin bud of Kate’s asshole, wriggling its way deeper and deeper until she could feel the older woman's moans thanks to the whorish vibrations tickling her colon.
 
“GAH~UHH~UWA, n-n-no!”
 
Overcome with emotion she orgasmed, the wet feeling digging around in her asshole while Yelena’s face was swallowed up in those cheeks to keep her pinned against Tye’s hips as he desperately shook his hips to the sound of her pleasure.
 
“You just got tighter, just how slutty can one girl's pussy GET?!” Tye gasped, feeling a familiar pair of hands cup his balls and begin rolling them around in their palms. “Oh shiet I’m close!”
 
“HNNNGH, WAIT!” Kate squeaked, the whites of her eyes showing as she tried to grab his attention. “You’re not wearing protection!”
 
“I!”
 
‘SLAM!’
 
“FUCKING!’
 
‘SLAM!’
 
“KNOW!”
 
‘SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!’
 
“CUMMING!”
 
He hilted himself up to the base and unloaded, releasing the floodgates and allowing a wave of boiling hot spunk to come rushing out of his pipe while Kate seized up around him, tightening down so hard she could have ripped it off at the base while her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out from between her lips.
 
Her legs released his waist to kick and spasm as Yelena carried on eating out her ass, not stopping or even slowing down as she helped to make sure the younger girl's cunt dragged out every last speck of cum from Tye’s straining, jerking balls.
 
When he finally ran dry Tye patted Yelena’s head, signalling her to relax and pull away from Kate’s comatose body so that the beautiful brunette could collapse back onto the mattress, bouncing once before she settled into the sheets and passed out drooling as the two Russians reached tiredly for each other.
 
“Took you long enough.” Yelena chuffed, rolling her eyes as he pushed his hips towards her face, slipping his softening manhood into her mouth so she could start sucking him clean of Kate's juices.
 
“She, hah, was, hoo, energetic!” He defended himself. “My ability takes longer to work on women who aren’t already infected with the gene lock, you know this!”
 
Instead of further criticisms, he was treated to an extra hard suck, the feeling coaxing just a little bit more life out of his sensitive cock as he hissed and watched Yelena pull away before drifting backwards to lay next to the now snoring girl.
 
“Riiiight, and I’m sure it had nothing to do with you enjoying the taste of some fresh new pussy. Bastard.” She tacked on, even while willingly spreading her legs to let him slide inside as they both softly moaned. “You’re lucky this is the reason I brought you here. With that done, I can finally finish things up with Barton.”
 
His hands stroked their way up her body.
 
“Barton, huh? Well…”
 
Her eyes darted up and her gaze narrowed at the look on his face, a look she knew well.
 
“Tyyyyyye…” She drew the name out, knowing the light in his eyes couldn’t mean anything other than trouble as he caressed the goosebump-ridden flesh of her arms.
 
“Me and Kate got to talking and, well… you know your plan?”
 
His fingers closed around her wrists and crossed them over her head while he shifted his hips to toy with Yelena’s pussy and keep her distracted enough to not break free.
 
“I thought of a new one.”
 
Yelena didn’t like that. She also vehemently explained how she didn’t like the way he carried on fucking her no matter how much she told him to get off. Things only got worse once Kate woke up and decided the best form of revenge she could have was to ride the blonde assassin's curse-spewing mouth, muffling her ranting by forcing her to eat whatever of Tye’s essence dribbled out.
 
By the time they were done, it was morning, with New York’s traffic blaring outside the apartment's window loud enough to wake the dead, but not loud enough to wake a sexually exhausted Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, both of whom lay there passed out in a bed more damp spot than clean sheets, all while Tye languidly rooted round in his discarded pants for his phone.
 
A simple call to the Red Room had them getting back to him with just what he needed. A certain archer's number. 


 
Five Hours, Two Chairs, One plate and a Kitchen Table later…
 
“They’re still going at it,” Kate muttered, sounding more impressed than distraught as she leaned forward over the counter and watched the show going on out in the middle of her apartment.
 
‘SMASH! SLAM! CRACK!’
 
“Eh, they need to get it all out of their system. Trust me, they’ll tire out soon.” Tye reassured, secretly questioning the truthfulness of it himself as Kate cupped a steaming hot mug of coffee between her hands.
 
“Mmph, yeah? SPEAKING of getting things out of your system…” She glared back at him over her shoulder, missing the moment Yelena drove her fist into Clint’s nose before rolling backwards to avoid most of the force from a crushing roundhouse kick. “Are you almost done?”
 
Blinking innocently, Tye gave the brunette a shrug as he took a long, appreciative sip of his coffee. Holding the mug in one hand, it was up to his left to hold the swathe of Kate’s bathrobe out of the way while he lazily rolled his hips and slid himself in and out of her now thoroughly stretched asshole.
 
A particularly harsh thrust brought a smile to his lips and a moan to Kate’s, something she had to hide behind the rim of her cup so that Hawkeye didn’t notice her getting buttfucked over the kitchen counter less than five metres away from him.
 
“I’ve had a very stressful twenty-four hours!” He defended, palming one of her plump cheeks and squeezing it till she hissed before melting as he rubbed it better. “I deserve this.”
 
“You’ve had a stressful twenty-four hours? Yeah, right, poor you.” She bit out sarcastically, spreading her legs further apart and reaching over to grab a towel anyone looking over would have thought she’d used to dry her hair.
 
That is, they would have thought that until they saw her taking the damp fabric and pushing it between her legs to catch the swift rush of juices that came pouring out of her cunt as Tye hilted himself in her behind and loosed another hot, sticky load into her bowels.
 
“I’m a busy man.” He drawled, draining the last few dregs of semen and coffee before patting her on the bum, yet for some reason making no move to pull himself away as she lay there panting with her own coffee pushed to the side.
 
Hearing the buzz of a notification coming from his phone, Tye happily kept himself pressed against Kate’s behind while she worked up the will to lift herself as he opened it up to see he’d received a message.
 
After hearing nothing for a few moments, Kate eventually worked up the energy to look back at him, finding an uncharacteristic frown on his face.
 
“Something wrong?” She asked.
 
When he didn’t answer she tried again, still getting nothing and finally having to resort to stroking his cock with her ass to draw his attention back to her irritated glower.
 
“Hmm, what? Oh! Right. It’s… maybe something. Just got a message, mostly a lot of top secret mumbo jumbo, ‘we fucked up and need help but don’t want to ask’ talk. Something about an… anomaly? How delightfully vague.” He scoffed.
 
“Really? Who’s it from?” Kate wandered, curiosity rising while ignoring the sound of glass breaking in the background as Tye leaned his head from side to side in contemplation.
 
“Well… you’ve heard of S.H.I.E.L.D?”
 
She nodded and rolled her eyes.
 
“Duh, EVERYONE’S heard of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
 
He returned her cheek with a suddenly vigorous thrust.
 
“But have you ever heard of S.W.O.R.D?”
