Confrontation

Wanda strode as purposefully as she could to the door of the vault. Inside, a statuesque redhaired woman dressed in bright purple was alternating between pulling on the door of a safe deposit box, and trying to punch it open. She was making so much noise that she had not yet noticed Wanda standing there.

"Stop what you're doing." Wanda commanded. The woman, undoubtedly Titania, paid no attention, still trying to open the box. Wanda cleared her throat and tried again.

"In the name of the Avengers..." still nothing. Frustrated, Wanda stamped her foot and raised her voice,

"Stop right there!"

Unfortunately, a combination of breathing deeply to shout, together with stamping her foot, caused the zip on the side of her trousers to fall open and they began to head south and reveal her white and black polka-dot panties, just as Titania turned around. The villain looked Wanda up and down, then burst out with a snort of laughter.

"And who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm... I'm one of the Avengers!" Wanda insisted, tugging at the zip, which refused to move until with a sharp snapping sound it detached from the garment and came off in her hand.

"Which one are you? Blunder Woman?"

"That's a comic book character!"

"Maybe you should go and get dressed then come back."

"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about my outfit," Wanda said, flaring red sparks around her hands, "but what I can do."

"Oh, yeah?" Titania cracked her knuckles and stepped towards her.

"Let's end this peacefully." Wanda said, walking to close the distance between them, "We can... woah!" her trousers dropped the rest of the way, tangling around her ankles and sending Wanda crashing to the metal floor of the vault, polka-dot behind sticking up in the air. Titania let out a loud guffaw of laughter. Wanda struggled to get the right way up and tried to straighten out her trousers, but seemed to only getting them more knotted.

"Yeah, I think I'll just carry on robbing this bank." Titania said, "I don't think a girl who gets defeated by her own outfit is much of a challenge."

"Think again, comrade." a voice came from above them. A grate was kicked out of the air vent and Natasha appeared, sliding through the grate with her gauntlets glowing, ready to deliver a knock-out blast of electricity.

Until with a ripping noise she was suddenly jerked to a halt, her catsuit snagged on the side of the vent. The super-spy hung in place above Titania's head, her uniform split from neck to thigh, as she waved her hands and tried fruitlessly to make contact with Titania.

"Yeah, great job, girls." Titania smiled, as she turned back to her crime.