She's a Professor. She has a wife. She knows its wrong. She just cant help herself.

Parker Brock, younger sister of Eddie Brock, has been a shield agent out of San Francisco for over a decade. After an accident, Parker's brother Eddie turns to Venom to heal her. The symbiote inside of her reacts to exposure she had received in the field, creating a different sybmiote entirely - Anti-Venom. Parker gained not only the typical symbiote abilities such as genetic memory, super strength, camouflage, web casting abilities and spider sense, but additional powers of healing as well as immunity to fire and heat. When Parker is given the opportunity to transfer to the New York field office to work in the background for the Avengers and Agent Hill, she jumps at the opportunity. Still wanting to do good - and to placate her symbiote - Parker also ventures out at night to do what she can to help the neighborhood. Her activities get her on Shield's radar and particularly catch the attention of a certain Russian ex-assassin Avenger. Best Rankings: #1 Natasha #1 yelenabelova #1 scarletwitch #1 Wanda #2 marvelfanfiction #4 gxg

"You haven't done anything wrong Y/N," Natasha says softly. "Then why are you acting like this? Why aren't you looking at me?" I raise my voice. "Because you are my employee because you are the president's daughter and I am a Senator. You have a boyfriend at home, a great one and I can't be with you," She still doesn't lookup. "But last night you-" "I had a lot of work to do over the last 2 months. You were just my destresser, just sex. I made the mistake, however, of choosing you, the president's daughter," Her eyes finally come up to meet mine. "Stop calling me that." I scoff. "What?" "The president's daughter, that's been what everyone has called me since the news came out. I've tried hard to make a name for myself, I have several published articles in the New York times, one of which I even read at the UN climate conference. I've even spoken in front of congress. Not one of those articles mentions that just that I'm my parent's daughter and whether I decided to wear Gucci or Prada to the coffee shop that morning. The least you could do while admitting you used me is address me correctly, I am Y/N Phoenix, you will call me Y/N Phoenix and nothing else. Now, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our conversation last night, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our relationship," I lift myself up from the seat by putting my hands on her desk and lean in closer to her. Her head tilts up to keep our eye contact, "but I'm even more sorry that you'll have to settle for caterers and paralegals, and that you'll remember me when their cunts don't taste as sweet as mine."

As far as inappropriate relationships go you've played it fairly safe most of your life, well that's what you'd like everyone to believe. Falling for not one but two girls leaves you with a difficult choice. Who's heart do you want to break, your boss's or her Assistant's. With Natasha's contact and Wanda as your girlfriend there's only two rules. One, don't let Natasha win. Two, don't get caught. So the question is who do you want? And who's heart are you going to break?