A classroom

Sylvie landed on her front, throwing one arm out ahead of her to cushion her fall. She was in nothing but a snug pair of panties, and a black leather jacket, one that covered her arms and went most of the way down her stomach, but didn't have any hope of going lower, a thin strip of pale skin visible between it and her panties. With the zip broken, she kept one hand on it, holding the sides together at a point just below her breasts, unintentionally giving a clear view of her cleavage and making it obvious that there was nothing on beneath it.

Quickly, she rocked back until she was crouching, looking around as the portal closed behind her - she could just smell that she was still on Midgard, a room with several tables and chairs lined up in front of her, and another decent-sized desk at the front. For the moment, it was empty, but she could hear dozens of muffled voices on the other side of a thin wall. She quickly looked around, spotting a closed door, and then spotting the window in it that looked into a hallway with countless people walking past.

Eyes widening, Sylvie ducked down, flushing and hoping no one had looked it. She kept a hand holding her jacket closed.

She quickly looked around the room - a classroom, if the knowledge she'd accidentally picked up about Midgard held true - and her gaze settled, irritatedly, upon the desk. Apparently yet again one of those was her best hiding place. Quickly, Sylvie darted down, trying to think.

A jacket with two TemPads, panties, and no longer a hide-out. She really needed to work on that, to find somewhere the TVA wouldn't find. Especially if she could hold on to her outfit for more than five minutes-

There was a rattle. Sylvie bit her lip to suppress a squeak as she heard the door open.

"One second, I think I left it in here..."

Sylvie pulled her legs in under the desk, hiding in the secluded hollow, before wriggling again, bare legs dragging over the smooth floor, and trying to peer out. If there was just one person, then it couldn't go wrong if she just wanted to enchant a little...

She pressed her thighs together, all too conscious of how exposed she felt. The jacket didn't seem like it offered much, but she clung onto it like a life-boat. And if nothing else, hopefully panties would be a trickier thing to lose than the other, larger garments.

She listened to the footsteps, face as warm as before. Carefully, she watched the door swing shut, content only one person had come in. She listened to them cross the room, peering out a little bit more as she did, leaning precariously further until she could catch a glimpse - she could see dark jeans, and a grey shirt, with dark and curly hair down to her shoulders.

She picked something up from a table, then turned around, before her eyes caught on Sylvie.

"Er. I feel like you're not supposed to be there," she said. She nodded appreciatively. "Respect."

Sylvie was still a little flushed, even with just her jacket-covered shoulders and face in view. Still, this stranger was dressed, so if she could just break cover...

"Mind coming a bit closer?" Sylvie said.

"That sounds like a red flag," the woman said. Still, curiosity made her near, even if she stayed out of arm's reach.

She might just have been heading for the door - still, to do that she had to pass by the desk, and Sylvie could lunged for her. She grabbed the woman's leg, effortlessly enchanting her - and seeing the name MJ in her mind - before quickly drawing back and sitting, one arm closed over her jacket.

As Sylvie waited, she pulled out a TemPad, considering co-ordinates as the other woman got naked.

MJ didn't take the time to move out of the way of the window in the door as she started stripping. She pulled off her shirt, her back to the window, revealing the smooth, dark skin of her back. She dropped it to the floor, and dropped her bra on top of it a moment later. There was just enough time for her eyes to widen, and for her to make a slightly panicked yelp, before she undid her jeans and slid them and her panties down at once, revealing a triangle of dark hair.

All of her clothes in a pile, Sylvie quickly darted forwards. MJ stood naked above her - the first second the enchantment ended, she hastily tried to cover up with her arms, before she looked down.

"Hey!" MJ said. She was halfway to lunging at Sylvie before she froze mid-lunge, and looked back over a bare shoulder to remind herself of the window in the door. She squealed and crouched, giving Sylvie enough time to pull back, MJ's clothes on her lap.

Okay, one more time portal, then she could dress again - assuming she landed somewhere vaguely quiet. Sylvie smiled, glad this trip at least had gone fairly smoothly.

She opened a portal-

The classroom door swung open, and a wide-eyed man quickly entered, glancing back over his shoulder. His voice sounded perpetually breathless.

"Er, MJ, are you okay? I could kinda see your- er, oh, hi. You're new," he said.

He looked at Sylvie. Sylvie flushed, quickly tugging her jacket closed again, and holding MJ's clothes in a pile over her bare thighs. Still, he was too far away to be an issue.

"Peter! Stop her!" MJ said, crouching, arms crossed and eyes wide. Her voice was hushed, but insistent.

"What? That's rude, she seems a very normal, er, are you wearing pants?" Peter said.

"She's the reason I'm-" MJ began, voice trailing off. She gestured with her chin.

Sylvie opened a portal behind her, preparing to shimmy-

"Oh. That's rude," Peter said.

The TemPad went flying out of her hands, the portal snapping shut. Sylvie did a double take, looking back to see a thin strand of web shooting out from the newcomer's wrist. He paused, considering.

"Er. You didn't see that," Peter said.

Of all the... Okay, at least she had a spare, just so long as she could get away with...

A white rope shot out of his wrist again, sticking to MJ's jeans, and yanking them out of her arms. Sylvie stumbled forwards in an effort to hold onto it, caught off-guard by his apparent strength - stray underwear went flying across the classroom. MJ yelped.

"That's mine," Sylvie muttered.

She reluctantly stood up, turning her back to grab at a flying shirt, okay, so long as she could get away with something, this would be a win.

And as her hand closed around the shirt, Peter spotted the other TemPad in her jacket. Sylvie felt it wrenched out of her reach as she turned. She blushed, one arm still holding her jacket closed.

"Ooh, what is this?" Peter said. He paused. "Wait, is this supervillain stuff? Are you a supervillain? We always get supervillains..."

Sylvie did her best to think quickly. MJ was crouching naked on the floor, quickly sticking a leg out to try and kick the door shut. Peter was standing with both TemPads in his hands, with MJ's draped over one, MJ's other garments dotted around the classroom. Sylvie was a few steps away, with no TemPad to escape this time zone, and nothing but her jacket and panties.

There was a bra draped over the table behind her. Sylvie stared warily at Peter, one arm holding the leather jacket closed, face a little flushed. He seemed more bewildered by the TemPad technology - or at least, seemed to think it was more polite to look at them than the pantie-clad intruder.

Sylvie whirled around, quickly, grabbing the bra and throwing herself between it and Peter. It wasn't ideal, but she'd rather be able to cover her boobs with a little more. And so long as she blocked his webbing-

Something impacted her butt.

"Sorry!" Peter said.

There was a tearing sound. Sylvie felt the narrow strand of webbing, stuck to her panties, tug a little too hard. The dark fabric gave way, a useless strip of cloth flying through the air to Peter's suddenly flustered hand, revealing a pair of rather firm cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry!" Peter said, awkwardly juggling the remains of her panties.

Face flaming, Sylvie span around, butt bumping into the table. She clutched the stolen bra over her core, glaring at Peter.

"Hey, that's not yours!" Peter said.

"Don't you dare," Sylvie growled.

Peter faltered.

"Dare!" MJ squeaked. "Dare already!"

Suddenly conscious of how little she had left, Sylvie did the last thing available to her - she barrelled at Peter, a little disconcerted by how quickly he reacted, trying to get the TemPads out from his grasp. He stumbled, and she swept his legs out from under him, managing to swipe one and then the other before he caught his balance.

Then she faltered for an instant, before realising what she had to do. Peter could web the TemPads instantly - worse, he might even web her jacket, and she'd barely gotten close to him for long enough to enchant.

She had to put a wall between her and him - which meant leaving the classroom. Still blushing furiously, nude save for the jacket that was flapping behind her, Sylvie rammed the door and fell through, stumbling through the hallway of the school.

A stray strand of web shot forwards. Sylvie ducked sideways, but it caught a trailing bra strap. Reluctantly she let it go: it was better to lose that than a TemPad.

There were dozens of people in the hallway, all suddenly staring at the unexpected streaker. She fumbled as hastily as she could with one TemPad, feeling the eyes on her back as she moved away from the classroom door and Peter's range, and quickly opening an orange portal before Peter could emerge.

Panting, she jumped through, the sound of the crowd's reaction ringing in her ears.