All's Well That Begins Well

Somewhere in deep space, past a vast unfamiliar nebula and around a foreign star lay a decimated world. This world might be called Morag, if ever a civilized race were to call it a home away from home during a period of temporary respite. For the world had always held a Power. And thus Power was called home.
Deep below the surface, through the jaw-like and ravenous cave walls of forgotten alien crevices, came a great wind. Debris from cataclysms eternal swept into the pit, as below the dirt in a hollow place grew a mountain of immense splendor. As atom after atom slammed headfirst into the other, a sheet of colossal diamond hardness protected its benefactor with steadfast vigor. And Power did sleep once more.

A young reporter and former law assistant with beautiful cherry-wheat colored hair was walking past a park when everything went upside down and inside out. She put out a slender arm to steady herself against a circle of concrete when everything went dark.

Karen Page, as she was known, didn't know the intervals that passed between then and now. All she knew was the sudden chill, a return to consciousness.

And the scream that caught in her throat as she recogized eyes on her skin and the sudden absence of her sensible black shoes. She shuffled her now-bare feet across the dirt and short grass, trying not to think about the rest of her pale, bare form.

Near tears and overwhelmed with a sudden wave of emotion, Karen chanced a look down to gather the hard facts of her exposure.

Yup- naked- oh god. Fucking butt naked. The slender, delicate beauty of her au naturel presence did not go unnoticed. She was attracting a small crowd, many more eyes than she ever wanted to have attached to her small breasts, her slim smooth belly, her appealing rear end.....

Karen blushed brightly and threw her arms over her breasts and bare pussy as she ran, jiggling cutely all the way.

She found herself at last behind a tall, thick oak tree, deep within the park. Deciding to look where she was going at last, she peered around the side- to see a full blown family barbecue taking place mere feet away from her nakedness.

Her heart sunk to her naked tummy and she ran one bare foot up and down her luxurious leg, wondering just how she'd ever sleuth her way out of this one.....

Oh god, why did it have to be her clothes?

Back on the devastated, once prosperous world called Titan, dust blew audibly in the wind. The recent battleground was bloodied and barren. But this was the exception on a world such as Titan. The hulking cadavers of godly machines stood watchful vigil over a mourning earth, a ground which had been unmoved by the vibrations of life for much longer than it had seen the travesty of war. For in a nuclear instant, the deed had been done so very long ago. A warlord was borne from it's ashes, reincarnated to take the flesh of his past life and with it forge a campaign of terror and awe.

So it was an even more uncommon occurrence when five clouds of ash began to swirl in the pain-howls of the wind. They began to take form into humanoid figures, four males and one more womanly than the rest. These figures morphed slowly into people of very different backgrounds, from many different worlds, all far from home.

There was the doctor-sorceror, who, ever clever, had foreseen. There was the superhuman adolescent, the loving warrior father of kin expunged, and there was the lost rogue with the heart of a child and the wit of a fox.

Lastly, there was she. The woman in the midst.

As Peter Quill, and Parker, dusted themselves off and took a confused look around, Drax the Destroyer fell to his knees in instant recognition, no stranger to inexplicable survival, and let out a bellow of raucous laughter. "My brothers and sisters, today we rejoice! Thanos is dead, there is no other way. My wife, my daughter have been avenged. My mission is through."

Peter (and Peter) heard Drax, they just didn't turn away from the slowly materializing oddity in front of them. There are some things inside the mind that persists even in the face of certain doom. They may be less important, but they are present nonetheless. Even Strange, a loner in the higher rubble, cocked his head and raised a brow.

Mantis gasped as her mouth took form, and wiggled her fingers as her arms became complete. Her long dark hair fell down from her head and was tousled slightly by the scarce wind.

She felt air enter her lungs, light coming into focus. She smiled and took it all in

"It is not over, friends! We are still here!"

Quill was the first to crack a smile, before looking away and giggling like a school boy while elbowing the junior superhero. "Bet you don't see this everyday."

Peter's snarky retort: "Neither do you, Footloose".

Mantis frowned as she tried to decipher their strange Earth-humor.

And then she felt the grit between her toes. The tickle of a stray hair on the middle of her back. The breeze between.....

Mantis screamed and threw her arms around her totally nude form. She looked down and back, down and back, eyes darting between her friends and her own bareness. Her medium sized naked breasts, slender navel, her long legs- she looked over her shoulder. Her butt cheeks!

"Look away, now! I mean it! Look, I'll do my mean face!"

Mantis made a mean face, and hoped very much they would go away.

It was a beautiful day, all things considered. The birds whistled cheerfully, the breeze blew gently, the afternoon sun lit every corner in sweet festive liveliness. A near-dead universe stretched in renewed splendor as around every corner life returned.

Which placed one very angry Pepper Potts right where she had been, standing in front of a Stark Enterprises warehouse in the middle of a shipping district. It wasn't particularly busy, but anyone who wanted to get anywhere had to go through "Starkville", as the locals called it. Property after property had been commandeered for Tony's latest extravaganza- a clean energy expo. He didn't need to worry about venue. He'd bought the whole block.

And then disappeared to save the world- and leave her with all of the paperwork.

So it was surprising for Pepper when he came not dramatically out of the sky, but around the corner. And at that moment her heavy heart broke, never quite to be the same.

A gray-haired gentleman was being wheeled her way by an old friend, too weak to stand. On his left arm he wore an instrument of untold power. And on his haggard face he wore half a wry smile. Behind him, his sullen benefactor floated just above the ground, resplendent but somber.

Vision met Pepper's eyes, and shook his head. There was no coming back. Pepper took it all in. Obviously a price had to be paid. She'd later learn that Tony had utilized something no human should have as much as touched, and paid a considerably even price for the endeavor. The power of the Infinity Gauntlet was too much however way you wanted to slice it. Tony had come back in one piece, but half of him- specifically the half from the left side of his neck down- was dead weight. Which was why it was bizarre when she heard a familiar voice unburdened by the strain of paralysis.

"Ms. Potts? I think I have some explaining to do."

She looked down at the chair and for the first time noticed just how much of a marvel it was. This was no ordinary chair. Pepper fought back hot tears as she realized he'd been planning it all along. A familiar orange hologram popped up above Tony's right hand, on a familiar interface.

"That's right, Pepper. Everything is in here. I just had to move a few things around, now that our old pal Jarvis isn't a resident of the digital world. I've spent a long time thinking about this , and I've been compiling the best parts.....I've spent a long time protecting, but I think it's about time I admit it. It's time I ask you for your help. This time, I give all that I am, and it's in your hands."

Pepper would have cried if she hadn't taken one more look at the chair, and noticed the two sets of womanly bare feet walking at his either side. If she hadn't followed up the blue legs, then the white ones, to see two obviously uncomfortable, buck naked woman following the man that had almost pulled it off. He'd almost been sweet, he'd almost been-

A very much more biologically inclined Nebula and a trembling Carol Danvers sat there each with one arm over their impressive busts, and a hand diving between their legs. Twin images of entirely different humanoid species, stars apart, united by one thing. Naked humiliation.

Nebula's blue toes squirmed, Carol's hips and waist did a sort of nervous shimmy as she leaned forward and straightened, and both had their eyes closed.

"TONY YOU BASTARD!- YOU!"

Tony would never admit it, but this was an ok deal, all thing's considered. Fate of the universe, guilty pleasure, wrapped up in a nice little bow.

The transponder buzzed. Pepper whipped around to it, enraged. Her piercing eyes dared it.

"Look at yourself, Potts."

Pepper chanced a glance.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Pepper wrapped her arms around herself and made to tackle.

A scream of rage and humiliation flooded the open air, and Vision quickly activated his powers just before a furious naked Pepper Potts smashed the immortal Tony Stark out of commission.

Tony had one last quip.

"Well, all's well that ends well, right team?"