Knight In Shining Armor; Widow In Her Birthday Suit

Natasha couldn't believe her eyes or her skin or her senses or.....she had to calm down, but she was fucking naked for god's sake! How was she naked?!? She could only stand there, feeling the cold hanger floor under her bare soles which made her toes squirm and kept her shuffling her feet, doing wonderful things higher up on her body. Her breasts shook, and she became conscious of them. She could feel air between her thighs and over her pussy. And apparently....oh my god was this permanent!? How could she go from how she was to.....to this, so suddenly? This kind of thing didn't even happen!

Vic just looked down, then up, then down again. He studied her closely, more carefully than she would have expected from a man who mostly mouthed off about T and A."Phew, that's one heck of a new trick, Nat! This some kind of distraction technique thing?" He made to grab a high five. "I completely approve!"

Chris just put his hand on Vic's shoulder. "Not now, damn you! This is more than just a free show, this is weird territory. An anomaly! You want to try and guess what did this and what comes next, because I can't! This is exactly why I stay here in the hangar." Chris calmed down, and for the first time really saw the beautiful creature unwrapped for his viewing pleasure. She was delicate but strong.....firm but feminine. Every single inch soft bliss and well toned all at once. And she wasn't doing much to look any less adorable with the way she was reacting to her sudden exposure. Something clicked in his brain.

"Ok, Ms. Romanoff, I don't know what's going on, and I don't think you do either. We have to get you to the labs. I'm sorry, they can help better than I can. Vic, buzz off. I'll catch up with you later."

Vic started to protest: "Oh come on, you're gonna take this one all for yourself-"

"This one is one of our most decorated agents, and that aside a human being. You'd do well to remember that. No bad blood, just busy yourself elsewhere for a moment." Vic looked disgruntled and crossed his arms. "That's an order," said Chris.

Vic just sighed. "Aye aye, capitain." He turned around, but not before taking one last look behind him, very obviously.

Natasha was still very buck naked, very much in the hangar. Every man has some dream version of himself where he saves the damsel in distress. Maybe it was a little of that, and a little bit of plain old fashioned good nature that motivated what Christopher Clyde did next. "Come on, walk behind me. Don't be scared, I won't look unless you need me to."