Her bra doesn't

She struggled, feeling a jagged bit of glass briefly press against her, caught in the frame; she adjusted position to make sure it didn’t cut.

Something tore, she definitely heard that. Shit.

Still, she kept on with her swift motion to slide out the car window, landing on her feet on the dirt outside, unable to keep from a slight yelp as she felt something tugged off of her, left behind in the potentially explosive crashed car.

Black bra straps tore in two and slipped off her arms, momentum pinging them back into the car.

Nat landed on her feet with surprising grace, instinctively lifting up her arms to cross them over her now-bare chest, stumbling forwards.

Rather quickly she turned around; she still backed away, just in case.

She stumbled. Wearing her boots did nothing but accentuate how the rest of her felt, the cool wind rushing past her near-nude body. Only a pair of black panties remained after her interrupted quick change.

Even they felt a little ragged, friction having added a few small tears as she’d hurried out. She just hoped they’d at least hold together until she could find something new.

Nat reached the front of the car, not holding out hope for the driver; he’d been hit by the brunt of the ****, airbags could only do so much.

Ok, she knew her body could serve as a distraction, it was a trick she’d had to resort to a few times, but that didn’t mean she wanted to end up like this! And-

And not good. She stumbled back further as she got a look at the crash; she’d seen (and caused) enough that she knew when fuel was leaking badly, and this was definitely one of them.

She threw herself to the ground as soon as she reached the road again, tits hitting the tarmac, just a moment before the car went up in smoke, and with it more than likely her costume and bra. Leaving her with…

Well, really not much. After a few seconds Natasha sat up, glancing down to take stock of herself. Red hair still a little messed up from the wig, her generous tits out in the open without a hope of managing to cover them up again, long, toned legs bare and pale, standing out in the relative darkness, especially when compared to her black panties. And even they weren’t much in the way of cover, maybe a finger’s width from baring her pussy to the world, and hugging her ass tightly, a hint of her cheeks peering out the top and, worse, a slight tear in the side from her escape.

They probably wouldn’t hold up to any strenuous activity, but then that would leave her…

Was it still stark naked if she had boots on? It certainly felt it. Natasha crossed her arms, a flush rising in her cheeks as she took stock of the situation.

Her on-mission apartment wouldn’t be much of a destination now her cover had been blown, leaving her needing to call for extraction one way or the other, which…. wasn’t easy.

And then there was the question of whether she ought to keep on with the mission even with as little as she had on, especially without her car, or if she should just flee immediately and hope someone else could handle it. SHIELD ought to at least offer a change of clothes?

Was she really meant to complete a mission in nothing but her panties?

Natasha bit her lip. Ok, he never gave up, but this was an exception. Right? No one would expect her to… She squirmed on the spot, watching as the car burned, knowing that any hope of modesty was going up in smoke with it.

If she waited for the flames to die down, the best she could hope for would be a couple of her gadgets to have survived the conditions, but even that would entail waiting around the side of the road like this. And it still wouldn’t end with anything.

She heard the sound of engines; Natasha staggered, ears still ringing, to the side of the road as another car rushed past. Her cheeks burned as she heard a cheer from the passengers as they glimpsed her, the pantie-clad woman in the middle of nowhere.

Hopefully they wouldn’t recognise her. That was the last thing she needed, for people to start talking about how they’d seen the Black Widow’s tits.