Title: Freaky Friday Part 2
Title: Freaky Friday Part 2
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Avengers
Summary: Prompt: Due to some sort of accident or a mission gone awry, Steve switches bodies with a teammate. Embarrassment gives way to curiosity, and curiosity eventually gives way to sex.
Can be set in the 40's or present day
Type / Pairings: crack
Main characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, et al.
Rating: R
Warnings: NA
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
When Steve had woken up, every part of his rational mind had screamed that he was still dreaming. It was the only explanation that made any sense, as people did not randomly swap bodies with their colleagues.
Not even in the admittedly crazy 21st Century.
So he’d done the only sane thing he could think of. He closed his eyes and waited until he woke up again.
The next time he opened his eyes, he stared at himself in shock.
This was actually happening. Natasha was in his body, had obviously dressed in his clothes and was ordering him to do the same. She even kicked the bed, making it skid several inches to the right.
“Could you hand me something to put on?” he asked, trying not to marvel at Natasha’s voice speaking his words.
Why couldn’t she have worn night clothes? He’d at least be able to get out of bed if she had.
Natasha snorted indelicately, but she crossed the room, opened a drawer and flung a small bundle of cloth at him.
Feeling his face burn, Steve picked up the tiny scrap of lace she seemed to consider underwear and shimmied into them without emerging from the modesty protecting blanket. The bra however….
“How does this thing work?” he asked, picking up the garment and regarding it with confusion and distaste.
With a sigh, Natasha reached out and grasped Steve’s arm, pulling him into a sitting position. He let out a squawk as full, milk white breasts and rosy nipples were revealed. When he closed his eyes, Natasha growled, “Oh, lighten up,” and wrestled his arms into the straps, closing the clasp. “You’re going to have to look sooner or later…no funny business though.”
“I wouldn’t!” he protested, opening his eyes and realizing she was teasing him. How was she so calm about this?
He rose from the bed, swaying for a moment as he became accustomed to the altered center of gravity. Everything seemed so much bigger than it should, especially his own body and he felt a stab, remembering the years she’d lived as a little guy.
Trying not to glance at the expanse of skin visible in the mirror, Steve padded over to Natasha’s closet and stared at the enormous selection of clothing. He wasn’t exactly up on women’s fashion, but he had no real idea what to do with…this stuff. When Natasha pushed past him to take over, he was relieved.
At least until he saw what she was handing him.
Leather pants, a red, silky blouse with a low neckline and 5 inch heels.
Steve grasped one of the stilettos and said, “I can’t walk in these.”
She gave him a look and planted her hands on her hips (his hips!) and considered him. “Put on the rest and I’ll pick some flats,” she finally conceded.
Steve decided he could live with the compromise and went to work getting into the leather. It was difficult to button the blouse without touching her chest, but he finally managed. While he laced up the black combat boots, Natasha wrangled his hair (her hair) into a ponytail.
A half hour later, they were making their way through the halls of S.H.E.I.L.D. HQ. Bruce hadn’t been in his office, but they found him in the break room, having a coffee with Clint and Thor while Tony Stark waxed rhapsodic about some new piece of hardware he was working on.
Clint saw them first, smiling and tossing a wink at Steve as he said, “Morning.”
Oh, I can’t deal with that, Steve thought, but Natasha took charge, bellowing, “Why the hell did your machine do this!”
She stalked toward Bruce, finger outstretched accusingly. On a good day, Steve found Natasha scary. Today, trapped in his body, which he’d never known could look so imposing, she loomed over Banner like a cranky giant.
Bruce, Clint and Tony reacted to the unusual display with varying degrees of surprise. Thor simply looked curious, as though he thought this might just be another behavioral quirk of humans that he hadn’t become accustomed to yet.
When Natasha physically put hands on Bruce, grabbing a large fistful of the man’s lab coat, Steve acted, wrapping her hands around her forearm.
His forearm…which her tiny hands couldn’t begin to circle.
“Natasha, stop!” he barked in her smoky tones.
That caught everyone’s attention. All eyes, save Natasha’s, swiveled to him, even Bruce’s and he was half dangling from Natasha’s fist.
No one spoke until Tony said, “Well, this is special!”
It didn’t break the crackling tension in the room, but Natasha dropped Bruce with a growl. Crossing her arms, she glanced down at the scientist. “How are you going to fix this?” she demanded crossly.
Bruce licked his lips. “What exactly is wrong?”
“A lot,” Steve muttered ruefully and Natasha rolled her eyes expressively.
“Your little mind reading toy body swapped us!” she said unhappily and Steve nodded in agreement. He couldn’t have put it any better.
Again, Tony was the first to react, pushing himself to his feet and circling the table. He peered up at Natasha, then down at Steve. The gaze was probing and Steve crossed his arms, jumping and flinging them wide when he realized the action caused him to touch Natasha’s breasts. “Sorry!” he let out a yelp, knowing he was blushing again.
Tony and Clint smirked. They would tease him mercilessly. Natasha gave him an exasperated look, while Bruce stared at them like they were a fascinating science experiment. Thor just blinked. Honestly, Steve couldn’t fault his confusion. Often enough these modern people seemed alien to him and he was from this planet.
“I can’t begin to theorize how this happened,” Bruce was saying excitedly. “We should go down to my lab….”
As she hurried the scientist toward the door, Natasha said, “It’s damn clear what happened!”
Steve followed, Tony and the others on his heels. He wasn’t overly fond of Bruce’s labs, or rather, the
vague air of mad scientist the man gave off. Even during the actual procedure that enhanced his body,
Steve knew Erskine had seen him as a man. Occasionally, he thought Bruce regarded him as a successful
experiment…his friend, but still an experiment.
Considering Bruce seemed more comfortable with his experiments than he did with most people, Steve
wondered if that might be why the man liked him.
“When did this happen?” Tony asked as they strolled down the hall, draping a friendly arm around Steve’s
shoulders. His tone was serious, but Steve had been around the man long enough to know that the teasing
had begun.
“I woke up like this,” Steve said, for once eager to arrive at a lab.
On his other side, Clint snickered. “What’d you think of Natasha’s PJ’s?”
“Oh, I’m intrigued,” Tony practically purred as Steve once again went red.
“Stop that!” Natasha declared from further down the hall. Again, she had her hands on her hips and Steve
thought the out-thrust hip detracted somewhat from her otherwise intimidating look. “Don’t give him a
stroke while he’s in my body!”
Ducking out from under Tony’s arm, Steve took all of two steps when a voice boomed down the corridor.
“What’s this about people being in the wrong bodies?”
Nick Fury had arrived.
Part 3.
Comments, pretty please?
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Avengers
Summary: Prompt: Due to some sort of accident or a mission gone awry, Steve switches bodies with a teammate. Embarrassment gives way to curiosity, and curiosity eventually gives way to sex.
Can be set in the 40's or present day
Type / Pairings: crack
Main characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, et al.
Rating: R
Warnings: NA
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
When Steve had woken up, every part of his rational mind had screamed that he was still dreaming. It was the only explanation that made any sense, as people did not randomly swap bodies with their colleagues.
Not even in the admittedly crazy 21st Century.
So he’d done the only sane thing he could think of. He closed his eyes and waited until he woke up again.
The next time he opened his eyes, he stared at himself in shock.
This was actually happening. Natasha was in his body, had obviously dressed in his clothes and was ordering him to do the same. She even kicked the bed, making it skid several inches to the right.
“Could you hand me something to put on?” he asked, trying not to marvel at Natasha’s voice speaking his words.
Why couldn’t she have worn night clothes? He’d at least be able to get out of bed if she had.
Natasha snorted indelicately, but she crossed the room, opened a drawer and flung a small bundle of cloth at him.
Feeling his face burn, Steve picked up the tiny scrap of lace she seemed to consider underwear and shimmied into them without emerging from the modesty protecting blanket. The bra however….
“How does this thing work?” he asked, picking up the garment and regarding it with confusion and distaste.
With a sigh, Natasha reached out and grasped Steve’s arm, pulling him into a sitting position. He let out a squawk as full, milk white breasts and rosy nipples were revealed. When he closed his eyes, Natasha growled, “Oh, lighten up,” and wrestled his arms into the straps, closing the clasp. “You’re going to have to look sooner or later…no funny business though.”
“I wouldn’t!” he protested, opening his eyes and realizing she was teasing him. How was she so calm about this?
He rose from the bed, swaying for a moment as he became accustomed to the altered center of gravity. Everything seemed so much bigger than it should, especially his own body and he felt a stab, remembering the years she’d lived as a little guy.
Trying not to glance at the expanse of skin visible in the mirror, Steve padded over to Natasha’s closet and stared at the enormous selection of clothing. He wasn’t exactly up on women’s fashion, but he had no real idea what to do with…this stuff. When Natasha pushed past him to take over, he was relieved.
At least until he saw what she was handing him.
Leather pants, a red, silky blouse with a low neckline and 5 inch heels.
Steve grasped one of the stilettos and said, “I can’t walk in these.”
She gave him a look and planted her hands on her hips (his hips!) and considered him. “Put on the rest and I’ll pick some flats,” she finally conceded.
Steve decided he could live with the compromise and went to work getting into the leather. It was difficult to button the blouse without touching her chest, but he finally managed. While he laced up the black combat boots, Natasha wrangled his hair (her hair) into a ponytail.
A half hour later, they were making their way through the halls of S.H.E.I.L.D. HQ. Bruce hadn’t been in his office, but they found him in the break room, having a coffee with Clint and Thor while Tony Stark waxed rhapsodic about some new piece of hardware he was working on.
Clint saw them first, smiling and tossing a wink at Steve as he said, “Morning.”
Oh, I can’t deal with that, Steve thought, but Natasha took charge, bellowing, “Why the hell did your machine do this!”
She stalked toward Bruce, finger outstretched accusingly. On a good day, Steve found Natasha scary. Today, trapped in his body, which he’d never known could look so imposing, she loomed over Banner like a cranky giant.
Bruce, Clint and Tony reacted to the unusual display with varying degrees of surprise. Thor simply looked curious, as though he thought this might just be another behavioral quirk of humans that he hadn’t become accustomed to yet.
When Natasha physically put hands on Bruce, grabbing a large fistful of the man’s lab coat, Steve acted, wrapping her hands around her forearm.
His forearm…which her tiny hands couldn’t begin to circle.
“Natasha, stop!” he barked in her smoky tones.
That caught everyone’s attention. All eyes, save Natasha’s, swiveled to him, even Bruce’s and he was half dangling from Natasha’s fist.
No one spoke until Tony said, “Well, this is special!”
It didn’t break the crackling tension in the room, but Natasha dropped Bruce with a growl. Crossing her arms, she glanced down at the scientist. “How are you going to fix this?” she demanded crossly.
Bruce licked his lips. “What exactly is wrong?”
“A lot,” Steve muttered ruefully and Natasha rolled her eyes expressively.
“Your little mind reading toy body swapped us!” she said unhappily and Steve nodded in agreement. He couldn’t have put it any better.
Again, Tony was the first to react, pushing himself to his feet and circling the table. He peered up at Natasha, then down at Steve. The gaze was probing and Steve crossed his arms, jumping and flinging them wide when he realized the action caused him to touch Natasha’s breasts. “Sorry!” he let out a yelp, knowing he was blushing again.
Tony and Clint smirked. They would tease him mercilessly. Natasha gave him an exasperated look, while Bruce stared at them like they were a fascinating science experiment. Thor just blinked. Honestly, Steve couldn’t fault his confusion. Often enough these modern people seemed alien to him and he was from this planet.
“I can’t begin to theorize how this happened,” Bruce was saying excitedly. “We should go down to my lab….”
As she hurried the scientist toward the door, Natasha said, “It’s damn clear what happened!”
Steve followed, Tony and the others on his heels. He wasn’t overly fond of Bruce’s labs, or rather, the
vague air of mad scientist the man gave off. Even during the actual procedure that enhanced his body,
Steve knew Erskine had seen him as a man. Occasionally, he thought Bruce regarded him as a successful
experiment…his friend, but still an experiment.
Considering Bruce seemed more comfortable with his experiments than he did with most people, Steve
wondered if that might be why the man liked him.
“When did this happen?” Tony asked as they strolled down the hall, draping a friendly arm around Steve’s
shoulders. His tone was serious, but Steve had been around the man long enough to know that the teasing
had begun.
“I woke up like this,” Steve said, for once eager to arrive at a lab.
On his other side, Clint snickered. “What’d you think of Natasha’s PJ’s?”
“Oh, I’m intrigued,” Tony practically purred as Steve once again went red.
“Stop that!” Natasha declared from further down the hall. Again, she had her hands on her hips and Steve
thought the out-thrust hip detracted somewhat from her otherwise intimidating look. “Don’t give him a
stroke while he’s in my body!”
Ducking out from under Tony’s arm, Steve took all of two steps when a voice boomed down the corridor.
“What’s this about people being in the wrong bodies?”
Nick Fury had arrived.
Part 3.
Comments, pretty please?