Falcon should help, but..

Natasha looked. Falcon, her wingman, was staring at her with his jaw hanging.

"Quit staring and help!" Natasha yelled, blushing in shame.

"Oh. Sorry!" Falcon exclaimed. He flew into Corvus, knocking him aside. Unfortunately this left Proxima midnight, who stepped on Natasha's arms, pinning her batons to the stone ground.

"Men, so easily distracted." Proxima noted. "Though you look distracted as well. Perhaps yours concerned about your soft, pink flesh being exposed..."

To emphasize her point she poked Natasha's bare torso. Natasha flinched. Then Proxima grabbed the hem of her panties, grinning cruelly...