Embarrassing Encounters

Kate lay there, flushed and humiliated, her body still buzzing from what had just happened. She was alone in the training room, and the reality of her situation hit her all at once. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her cheeks burned as she scrambled to cover herself with her hands, but the damage had been done.

Realizing that the training room was on a shared floor of Avengers Tower, Kate panicked. She had to get out of there, but the thought of walking through the halls in her current state was mortifying.. Kate could only hope that no one else would be around when she tries to make her way to her quarters.

She couldn’t believe she had let America get away with this, but part of her, deep down, knew this would be a birthday she would never forget. And not in a good way.

Kate laid on the floor still naked trembling in disbelief, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of what just happened. But her practical side kicked in. She needed to get out of the training room before someone walked in. She wrapped her arms tighter around her chest and lower body, offering minimal coverage, and glanced nervously at the door.

Clint suddenly walks into the training room, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile. "Oh, hey, Kate. I was just coming to"

He freezes in place, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene. Kate, naked, and completely exposed on the floor. His cheeks flush slightly, and he tries to hide a grin behind his hand.

"Oh, uh... didn't realize it was that kind of training session," Clint manages, his voice a mix of surprise and poorly concealed amusement.

Kate's face burns with embarrassment as she glares at Clint, her cheeks flushing red. "Not. A. Word," she warns, her tone laced with both frustration and a hint of pleading.

Clint holds up his hands in mock surrender, but his eyes twinkle with amusement. "Hey, I'm just saying... You're braver than I am, doing that in the training room."

Kate scowls and pushes herself up from the floor, still attempting to cover herself with her hands. "Clint, just... don't," she pleads, her voice tight with embarrassment.

Clint raises an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. "Alright, alright," he relents, holding his hands up. "But maybe next time, lock the door? Not my fault you took the term birthday suit too literally."

Kate gives him a pointed look as she hurriedly makes her way toward the exit. "Yeah, noted," she mutters, feeling the weight of every step as she tries to walk to the exit with her butt jiggling as she does so.

As Clint watches her go, he shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Happy birthday, Kate," he calls after her, unable to resist one last quip.

Kate just groans in response, wishing she could disappear.