Causing a ruckus

It seemed the party was raucous enough that there was enough to capture everyone's attention beyond the naked bombshell on the ground. On one hand, insulting. On the other hand, Carol did really wish more people would look away.

She wriggled again, not achieving much more beyond waggling her feet. If she could get a better angle, maybe she could push her way down, gouge her way through the earth - though at this rate the hammer would probably just keep falling and keep her pinned regardless.

It would offer her more sideways modesty at least. The side of her butt felt far too in the open like this.

The party didn't make everyone forget about her though - nor did it make anyone forget about her indefinitely. No party was that good. Inevitably, eyes and attention wandered back to the squirming, naked blonde.

"Need a hand?"

Carol awkwardly tilted her head sideways; there was a dark-skinned woman in the armor of a Valkyrie standing unsteadily nearby. She was holding two bottles, and didn't seem to realize that one was empty and the other held a model ship. Somehow Carol had the feeling they weren't the only bottles she'd been through that evening.

"Can you lift the hammer?" Carol said.

"Oh, no way. Meant a hand covering," the Valkyrie said.

She vaguely reached out forwards, apparently offering to take up the duty of Carol's hands in covering her breasts. Carol's eyes narrowed.

"No," she said. "I don't think so."

"Oh. Fine," the Valkyrie said, disappointed. "Drink?"

She offered the ship in a bottle.

"I'm good," Carol said stiffly.

"Not much of a partygoer huh?" Valkyrie said.

"I was here to stop it," Carol said.

"That was you?" Valkyrie said.

"How many glowing women normally crash your parties?"

"Think I saw about four descending a while ago," Valkyrie said, waving vaguely. "Pretty. Not naked. Was a pity."

Heat rushed to Carol's cheeks. The Valkryie was swaying on the spot.

"Maybe she's over that way," Carol said, jerking her head. "You should go look for her."

"I should... yeah, good idea," Valkyrie stirred.

Carol watched nervously as she departed. The last thing she need was a drunk valkyrie passing out on top of her. She relaxed a little as the stranger made it to the side of the street.

And she was still trapped there. Carol fidgeted, then took a deep breath. Okay, if Thor wasn't going to come back and take the hammer, she'd have to take matters into her own hands.

Carol look down dubiously. She still had her arms crossed around the hammer and over her breasts, wrists bent rather dramatically to accomodate Mjolnir. Not comfortable, and not dignified with how awkwardly her elbows had to jut out. She closed her eyes, letting energy surge inside her, her body glowing; the hammer resolutely did not move.

And with a **** grimace, she moved her hand to the side, baring half her chest, and send a blast vaguely into the distance. There was a chorus of cries and sighs as a keg exploded.

Quickly, she snapped her hand back. Maybe it was easier to cover her breasts if each hand just covered the nearest one; it somehow felt less dignified than awkwardly crossing her arms, like she was just holding her boobs, but it was certainly much more comfortable. Blushing, Carol did her best to look defiantly out at them.

She'd drawn more attention. Quickly, she used her other hand to blast again, managing to knock a horn off of the Frost Giant's crown.

"I can trash everything here even if I am stuck. Don't push me," Carol said.

There was a chorus of 'Party pooper!' cries again, that were quickly stopped by another flash and the legs of a table being blasted out from under them.

"Not the food!" Thor shouted. "Now wait just a moment. You don't trash everything, just the stuff that doesn't matter. Carpets. Windows. Occasional vase. Treasures. Ooh, Loki, remember that time you found the casket, and..."

Carol aimed the next shot directly at his head. Thor staggered, losing track of whatever anecdote he was in the middle of.

"Hey!" he said.

He strode up to her. She clutched her breasts in the most dignified manner she could. Admittedly, it wasn't her most successful moment; after a moment, she gave up and slipped one hand down so she could at least say she could successfully hide the gap between her legs.

"Every second you don't lift up this hammer, I shoot again," Carol said, glowering.

"You're in time out," Thor said. "This isn't fair, that's not how it's supposed to work."

If she tilted her head, she could just make out a bubbling cauldron that people were scopping ale out of. She aimed for there, sending the concoction trickling away down the streak. Thor winced.

"We can talk about this!" Thor said.

She aimed for him, again, just for good measure. He took a few seconds to fly back to her; then she quickly scooped up the hammer.

"Alright, alright, just leave the drink alone!" Thor said.

Carol didn't even respond, blushing bright red and immediately shooting off into the upper atmosphere, arms still desperately hugging the front of her body. (She vaguely heard the Valkyrie cheering her butt).

At least she was alone up here. Without her helmet and suit she couldn't fly on into space, but she could make it fairly high up - certainly higher up than anyone else on this planet. She closed her eyes, blush warming her, taking a few moments to steady herself.

That had... not gone to plan. Her grand return to Earth wasn't meant to end with getting stripped naked and shown off to a party, much less going back and reporting her failure to SHIELD.

She was pretty sure she could take the frat-god in a fight, but not without consequences the Earth wouldn't want to face. There were downsides to power.

But she wasn't one to leave a job unfinished. Carol took a deep breath, took even more time to try and refocus, and shot down back towards the SHIELD base. From the ground, all that could be seen was a streak of light, and not the blushing blonde with an arm crossed over her breasts and another squeezed between her legs.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't have quite so much modesty when presenting herself to SHIELD.