A Proposition

"When you decide to throw on a colorful, ill-fitting outfit, and take a stand for all the ordinary folks with more common sense than you, there are certain things that tend to be unavoidable. Canon events, if you'd like.

There's great power, great responsibility. Great tragedy. You might have to deal with a confusing clone situation, or god forbid, a multiverse arc! And no matter how cool a superhero is-- You WILL have an embarrassing outfit that everyone online hates."

Jen paced along the room, her footsteps thudding against the wooden floor. All eyes were on her! They always were, but today, especially. She could only hope that the audience was actually listening to her speech, rather than just enjoying the view.

"But there's another unavoidable part of being a superhero... Wardrobe malfunctions." Jen sighed, bringing a hand into her thick, luscious hair.

"You can find them online! You don't even have to look hard. Captain Marvel's boobs, Black Widow's vagina, pretty sure Thor's mighty hammer is out there somewhere--

You're hit with an energy blast, thrown through a wall. Your head is spinning, but your feet keep moving, your fists keep flying! You're thinking about surviving, saving who you can! Let me tell you-- When you're punching Thanos, you're not really thinking about whether your tits are out or not."

Jen slammed her hand on the table-- Causing everyone who was zoning out to jump, so at the very least, they'd listen to her final point.

"I'm the queen of wardrobe malfunctions. My clothing budget might just rival Tony Stark's weekend alcohol budget. I've saved this city in the nude so much, I probably look weirder with clothes on!

Some of you want to charge heroes for public indecency, or impose some kind of regulation on what we can and can't wear in battle. But we do so much, sacrifice so much already...

I propose the opposite."

Jennifer Walters, the mighty She-Hulk, stood before some of the most influential people on Earth. Everyone, from crusty politicians to SHIELD executives! She stood tall, firm, with her bright green body in plain view for all to see. Not so much as an emerald blush on her cheeks.

"I propose that established heroes be exempt from public indecency, ranging from minor wardrobe malfunctions, to complete and utter exposure."