Marvel: A Portal to the World of Swallowed Star

"Let go of me, you jerk!"

Natasha continued to struggle, swinging her legs in frustration.

"I'll let you go if you surrender," Rowan said with a smirk.

"Not a chance!"

Smack!

"Ahh!" Natasha yelped, cheeks flushing red. No one had ever spanked her like this before. The humiliation was unbearable but there was also something... strange spreading from her backside through her whole body.

Flustered and furious, Natasha lashed out and bit Rowan on the thigh.

"Hiss—!"

Rowan sucked in a sharp breath.

It wasn't the pain that got to him it was where she'd bitten.

Right on the front of his thigh.

And her cheek… was brushing somewhere it really shouldn't be.

With her twisting around earlier, her thighs and hips had been grinding against his forearm this whole time.

After a moment, Natasha wrinkled her nose in frustration. Rowan's muscles were so firm, she couldn't get a proper grip with her teeth.

She also couldn't bring herself to bite him too hard.

Helpless, she released him with a small pout.

But the moment she let go, her eyes widened in stunned silence.

Her mouth opened slightly. She looked dazed.

"Ahem."

Rowan awkwardly rubbed his nose, cleared his throat, and finally set her down gently on the ground.

"Alright, Natasha. You lost. Time to keep your promise."

He kept a perfectly straight face, unfazed.

Sure, he was technically still a virgin, but in his past life, he'd been around the block. This was just a normal physiological reaction nothing to be embarrassed about.

Natasha pursed her lips, saying nothing.

The two left the training room in silence, swiping their access cards.

As they walked down the corridor, neither spoke a word.

Rowan glanced sideways at Natasha, noticing how she kept avoiding his gaze while trying to appear composed. A grin crept onto his lips.

So… maybe Natasha wasn't as worldly as she let on.

After all, this was the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Natasha Romanoff was born in 1984, which made her only 24 years old.

And technically, with two lives' worth of memories, Rowan was older than her.

What Rowan didn't know was that Natasha was feeling just as off-kilter. Her heart was pounding, sending a strange heat pulsing through her chest.

Her rear, still stinging slightly from Rowan's firm smack, tingled with a bizarre combination of soreness and electric sensitivity. It left her breath shallow and thoughts in disarray.

Something inside her had been… stirred.

This wasn't the first time she'd felt these urges but usually, she loathed them.

She blamed the Red Room for branding her with such twisted desires.

But today… for the first time… it didn't feel so awful.

She glanced sideways at Rowan, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

What was she even supposed to say now?

Beep.

Before long, they were back at the apartment door. Rowan swiped his card and opened it.

"Go take a shower. I'll make dinner," he said casually.

"…Okay."

Natasha made a soft sound of acknowledgment and disappeared into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water filled the apartment.

Rowan got to work in the kitchen.

Now that he had telekinesis, cooking was a breeze he could multitask without even touching half the utensils.

He didn't even need an apron anymore.

What's more, he was starting to use cooking as training for precise control over his psychic powers.

Since he didn't have any formal technique to cultivate telekinesis, experimenting with fine motor tasks was the next best thing.

Cooking, he realized, was the perfect training ground. It required multi-threaded focus and delicate manipulation ideal for refining his mental discipline.

Half an hour later, Rowan had finished preparing four dishes and a soup.

With a flick of his mind, he levitated them along with three bowls of rice onto the dining table.

Right on cue, Natasha emerged from the bathroom.

Rowan glanced over sure enough, she'd put on a bra this time. No more lounging around in just a silk nightgown, bottom half practically bare.

Still… he couldn't help but sigh internally.

Wearing a bra only made her curves more prominent. The deep neckline of her sleepwear made the valley of her chest even more noticeable.

Bra or no bra, Natasha was still dangerously distracting.

He quickly looked away.

Natasha, drying her hair with a towel, caught his brief glance. Her lips curved ever so slightly and she rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm back!"

The front door opened with a cheerful voice. Maria Hill had returned from work.

Every morning, she left the house with a cold, professional expression. But once she came home, her face instantly lit up.

It reminded Rowan of his old life work outside, warmth at home.

"Perfect timing. Wash up and eat I just finished cooking."

"On it!"

Hill kicked off her heels, changed into slippers, and scampered off to wash her hands.

Who didn't love coming home to a hot meal after a long day of work especially when Rowan's cooking was that good?

At dinner, Hill dug into her food with gusto, as usual.

But halfway through the meal, she noticed something odd.

She was the only one chatting Rowan and Natasha responded in short, distracted replies. The energy at the table was… off.

She narrowed her eyes. Natasha was avoiding eye contact and, even more surprisingly, had chosen to wear a bra at home.

That alone made Hill raise an eyebrow.

Something wasn't right.

"What's going on with you two?" Hill finally asked, suspicious.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Rowan replied smoothly, completely unbothered.

"Seriously?" she said, squinting at him. "You didn't use your telekinesis to bully Natasha, did you? She said she wanted to spar don't tell me you used your powers on her?"

"No way. I'd never use my powers on Natasha. Not a chance," Rowan replied firmly.

"Stop it, Hill. You're overthinking. I was just… deep in thought," Natasha cut in quickly, shutting down the interrogation.

"Really? Fine…"

Hill reluctantly dropped the subject but she kept glancing between the two of them, brows furrowed in thought.

Rowan calmly continued eating.

Natasha, on the other hand, looked like she was sitting on pins and needles. Her cheeks were flushed, and her ears were visibly red.

"I'm done. I'm going to rest."

With that, she hurriedly shoveled down the rest of her food and slipped into her room.

"…Rowan, is Natasha okay? Did she get her period or something?" Hill asked, baffled.

"Maybe," Rowan replied with a chuckle.

Hill had no idea that Natasha had undergone a forced hysterectomy during her Red Room training something Natasha rarely talked about.

After dinner, Rowan returned to his room and began researching Wakanda and Talokan.

Vibranium was a strategic resource and he needed to get his hands on it.

Drawing from memory, he soon found what he was looking for on the dark web:

Ulysses Klaue.

Rowan dug into his profile Klaue was infamous for dealing in vibranium.

Yes, the very same Klaue who, in Avengers: Age of Ultron, had his arm chopped off by Ultron after being robbed of a stockpile of vibranium.

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