AN: Slightly unedited.
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[Training Room]
The smoothie cup sat forgotten on the floor.
Yelena stayed seated on the edge of the mat. Natasha stretched out nearby, leaning back on her hands. Tony stood with his arms crossed, pacing slowly in front of them, eyes on the floor.
He finally stopped and looked up.
"Alright. If we're doing this, we're going to need rules."
Natasha tilted her head. "Rules?"
"Yeah. Guidelines. Boundaries. Structure," Tony said. "I don't want this thing to fall apart just because we all decided to feel things at the same time."
Yelena raised an eyebrow. "So this is a briefing now?"
Tony gave a half-smile. "Yeah. And I'm leading it. First rule. No emotions in the field. No personal crap during missions. If something's brewing between us, we leave it at the door."
He looked at both of them.
"I mean it. If you're pissed, confused, jealous, hurt, anything. You bury it. If you can't, you stay behind. No questions. No pride. We can't afford hesitation out there."
Natasha gave a small nod. "Fair."
Yelena didn't look as convinced, but she nodded too.
Tony kept going.
"Second. No secrets between the three of us. No silent treatment. No disappearing for days. You need space? Say so. You're hurting? Say so. Otherwise, we don't know how to have your back."
"Agreed," Natasha said.
"Third. If any of us ever becomes a threat to the mission, to Horizon, or to the world…" Tony paused. "We don't flinch. Doesn't matter who it is. If I lose control, if either of you does, the others pull the trigger. No hesitation."
The silence that followed was cold. Heavy.
Yelena was the one to answer.
"Even if it's you?"
Tony nodded. "Especially if it's me."
Natasha folded her arms. "Alright. But that goes for everyone. No mercy if someone crosses the line."
"Good," Tony said. "Fourth. No manipulating each other. No testing loyalty. No games. This isn't a spy movie. This is real. If you've got a problem, bring it up. Face to face."
Yelena's voice was low. "And what if we don't want to?"
"Then this doesn't work," Tony replied. "This only works if we trust each other. Completely."
He took a breath, then continued.
"Fifth. No surveillance. No tracking each other without permission. No reading private logs. No hidden AIs running background checks."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Says the man who once hacked my biometrics for fun."
Tony shrugged. "Exactly. I know how easy it is to cross the line. So we draw it now. And we don't cross it."
He looked at both of them again.
"Sixth. If you feel something, say it. We don't get points for suffering in silence. We don't get stronger by pretending we don't care. If this is going to work, then we have to stop assuming the worst from each other."
Neither of them spoke, but the air shifted.
Softer now. More grounded.
"Last rule," Tony said, voice quieter. "We protect each other. Not just in the field. Emotionally. Mentally. If someone's spiraling, the others step in. No waiting. No asking. We pull each other out, even if it pisses us off."
He stepped forward, extending a hand.
"Those are my terms. You want to do this the right way? Then we all agree. Right here. Right now."
Yelena stared at his hand for a long moment.
Then she reached up and took it.
Natasha followed.
Fingers gripped tightly.
Not just a gesture.
A pact.
No lies. No ego. No illusions.
Three warriors.
Three hearts.
One dangerous agreement.
And not a single backup plan.
The handshake broke. The pact was sealed.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then Yelena spoke, calm but direct.
"Alright. Now that we've got the rules... I want my kiss."
Tony blinked. "What?"
She stood up slowly, brushing imaginary dust off her thighs, eyes fixed on him.
"You heard me. You kissed Natasha like the world was ending. Like she was oxygen. I want mine."
He opened his mouth, maybe to say something smart, maybe to stall, but he never got the chance.
Yelena stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pushed him straight down onto the mat with a controlled shove. He hit the floor with a surprised grunt, still processing.
Before he could get a word out, she straddled him.
Her legs slid over his hips, her weight balanced perfectly. Widow-trained. Confident. She wasn't teasing. She wasn't asking. She was claiming.
She grabbed his hands and brought them to her hips, then guided them lower. Bold. Unapologetic. She placed his palms firmly on the curve of her ass and held them there.
Tony's breath caught.
Yelena leaned forward just enough to close the distance, her hair falling slightly forward, her eyes locked on his.
"No distractions. No hesitation. No comparison," she said, her voice low and even. "Just me. Just you. Right now. I want to feel that look you gave her. I want to feel it for myself."
Tony stared up at her. There was no mischief in her face, no false play. Just fire and hurt and want, twisted together in that beautifully dangerous way only Yelena could carry.
She wasn't doing this to compete.
She was doing this to be seen.
To be wanted.
Tony sat up slightly, closing the space between them, his hands still on her, gripping tighter now. Real. Present.
His voice dropped, low and honest. "You've always had my attention."
"Then prove it," she whispered.
And he did.
He leaned in and kissed her.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Hungry.
She met him halfway, her fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened fast, heat sparking between them as weeks of unspoken tension finally gave way. Her hips shifted against his just slightly, enough to draw a low sound from his throat, a sound she swallowed with another kiss.
No hesitation.
No pretending.
She pulled back an inch, breathless, lips barely brushing his.
"That's more like it."
Tony smirked, hands still holding her close. "You planning to collect that twice a week too?"
Yelena smiled, slowly and wickedly. "Oh, Stark. That was just my down payment."
Behind them, Natasha coughed once.
They both turned their heads slightly, not embarrassed, just… aware.
Natasha leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a small smirk. "Looks like you got your kiss."
Yelena looked back at her sister. "Damn right I did."
Then she turned back to Tony, lowering her voice again, said, "You better be ready to keep up. Because I'm not holding back."
Tony smirked as he flipped her over, pinning her down under him. He moved her palm from her stomach, slowly guiding it up along the muscles of her abdomen to rest on her chest. He gave her right boob a slight squeeze before moving up and then he grabbed her throat lightly.
Yelena let out a soft gasp and looked into his eyes with a sly smile. She was enjoying this situation.
"Neither am I."
He leaned down and kissed her again, rougher this time. His hand slid from her throat, over her breasts, and down her side to grip her hips again.
Yelena responded to his kiss eagerly, letting herself get lost in the heat of it, giving in to the feeling of his body against hers. It felt good to let go.
He pulled back and looked toward Natasha, who was still sitting and looking at them in front of her.
"You want some?"
"Are you perhaps inviting me to join your kissing session?" Natasha replied playfully.
"Well, yeah. And possibly more than just that," he said with a grin.
"I don't know. I like to be on top if I'm honest," she retorted, a smile playing on her lips.
"You gotta earn your position, Romanoff," he said, looking back at Yelena.
She grinned and then bit his lip gently.
"I can do that."
Natasha joined in the little kissing session.
They sat on Tony's left and right.
Natasha, on the left, and Yelena, on the right.
Tony turned toward Natasha, raised her chin with his fingers, and began kissing her deeply.
Natasha leaned into it, returning his intensity. They had done this before, but there was something different about it this time. A new edge.
He broke away after a few seconds, his lips still brushing hers.
Then, Yelena pulled his face towards her and kissed him hard.
Their tongues tangled and danced. They were fighting for dominance.
He broke away from her and leaned forward to Natasha again, kissing her harder than before. His hands roamed up her shirt. He caressed her breasts over her bra.
She moaned softly.
Yelena moved to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys all over his skin.
"You really do enjoy this, don't you?" Natasha asked, grinning.
"I love it. I'm not ashamed," Yelena responded.
Tony's hands moved down Natasha's shirt, lifting it up over her head. His lips traveled down her chest, planting soft kisses across her collarbone, down her cleavage.
She ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave into the pleasure. She felt like she was floating.
Yelena watched them, entranced. It was hotter than she would ever admit out loud. She watched him take off her bra, and her big boobs sprang free.
His tongue flicked against one of her nipples while his hand fondled the other. Natasha let out a soft moan.
"God, that feels so good," she breathed.
Her back arched slightly, pushing herself closer to him. His lips moved further down, planting kisses across her stomach. He paused for a second when he reached her navel, and then he turned to Yelena.
A wild smile was plastered on her face, and her pupils were dilated. She looked almost animalistic.
Yelena quickly took off her top and bra, giving Tony the complete view for the first time. She was beautiful, with big, round tits and soft, smooth skin. Her nipples were...
"Wow! Inverted nipples? That's cool." Tony commented, amazed by her body.
"You think so? Ain't it weird, you know..." Yelena asked a bit self-consciously.
"No, no, not at all. In fact, I find it sexy and unique," Tony reassured her.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he said as he leaned in and kissed her nipples. Well, they were still inside... But as he began to lick her areolas, she gasped and then moaned as they slowly came out.
He sucked on them and rolled his tongue around each one. Her eyes were closed. Her back was arched. She was in heaven.
"Mmmmmmmm! Oh, God! Tony, yes! Oh, fuck!" she whimpered as his tongue circled her nipples.
Natasha looked at Yelena's face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was heavy. She was enjoying herself, and it was making her hotter and hornier than ever. 'This is so sexy,' She thought.
Tony pulled away from Yelena's boobs. Her inverted nipples were now hard and fully erect. They were pinkish-red and looked delicious. He wanted more.
"Don't forget about me," Natasha said with a seductive smile.
"I was just getting started," Tony replied. 'Oh, boy. Never thought my first was going to be a freaking threesome with two Widows. God, I love life.'
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AN: Now that I look back, this is my first book where the first segs is a threesome.
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NOTE:
I've noticed some new readers with 0 previous comments, commenting AI written in the last chapter, and the chapter with Tony commenting on Pierce. The Pierce part> As you all know, in a mixed-up world, anything can happen. Tony wrote those names as a kid to keep track. I mean like, there are storylines with Fury and Captain as cannibals, Wanda as a prostitute, and many evil criminals as heroes. Heck, read the Marvel Ruins if you have a strong heart.
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I commented back, asking which part is AI. Guess what? Those fuckers never reply back. Previous chapter, I accepted it was my mistake. I am a human. Mistakes happen when you change multiple things in a big chapter. So, those who think I use AI, well fuck you. I completed 8 fucking books and you accuse me of using AI? Good one.
I do use Grammarly to fix the grammar as much as possible since some used to complain about grammar in previous books. Now, they don't annoy me with grammar this and that.
Some will now comment: Why are you being so defensive?
My answer: When you work hard to bring content to thousands of readers and create a reputation, and someone tries to scratch on that, it kinda stings. And it ain't being defensive, just stating the facts. Those who said AI writing, they never replied.
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