In the dimly lit interior of her sleek car, the Black Widow, clad in her signature black bodysuit, finds herself craving the power she once knew. Thanos, unsuspecting, sits in the passenger seat. She leans over, her crimson lips parting to reveal a hungry tongue. Her hand grips his throbbing member, guiding it deep into her throat, gagging herself on his immense size. The car's windows fog up as she sucks, her head bobbing rhythmically, her eyes locked onto his.