Let's not worry about that just yet...

Daisy was buzzing by the time she reached the far wall again. She looked back over her shoulder, still able to see her clothes from where she stood. Being this far away from them, she could feel the part of her mind that was nervous at the idea of being caught like this. It wasn't like she spent much time naked, beyond showers, and being in her panties didn't help that.

Still, it was hard not to work for SHIELD and not develop something of a tolerance for nervousness. This wasn't exactly worse than what she normally faced. Step across an aisle, scan, walk back...

There was something kind of fun about this. It was like she was daring herself, and getting the same thrill of satisfaction every time. Get X distance away from her bra, shirt and pants, talk to Coulson in just panties, explore the storage facility basically nude.

Another very carefully snapped photo - none of that paranoia had gone away - and she kept going.

She'd made it back to the far side of the room when she hesitated. If she was doing this... She had no idea if she ever would tell this story, she did like it even just as a secret, but it felt almost incomplete if she didn't take one more step.

Daisy looked around again. There was a vague hum in the distance, probably just ventilation, but the elevator was still down and no one else was in here. So she quickly slipped her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them, turning around to keep them in view, but moving just far enough away that her shoes didn't touch them. it just felt right, somehow.

She pulled out her scanner, running the usual test. That's it, doing SHIELD duties completely naked. Daisy smiled to herself, face warm but almost proud despite that. Then she pressed her earpiece.

"Coulson?" she said.

She wondered how she looked then. Decently bulky boots - practical footwear was an important part of being in SHIELD - but nothing past that. Legs bare and toned, thighs and sculpted butt accentuated somewhat by the increased height of her boots, her core exposed, and her breasts long-since bare. Her nipples, dark brown against her paler brown skin, hardened a little from the excitement. No clothes reachable save for her panties left on the floor.

Her hair had mostly dried from the rain outside and fall over her back, and her eyes were a little bit wider, her smile a little bit more breathless. And no one on the other end of the line knew.

"Daisy?" Coulson's voice came through. "Something wrong?"

"Just an update," Daisy said. "Terrigen isn't in the air on the right side of the facility. I don't know if it's a diviner or some other Inhuman device, but it's somewhere on the left. Only the back left corner has any risk."

"See if you can find it," Coulson said. "How far are you?"

"Just a couple of aisles left," Daisy said. "Then I'll do your chores for you."

"Very funny," Coulson said. "Good luck!"

She glanced back up the facility. One route back to the entrance side, then a walk back down the wall to complete the exploration. Then she'd get dressed - her clothes ought to be dry enough, and she didn't want to go too insane. There was something kinda satisfying about having done the whole once-over, never in more than her underwear.

A dizzy grin crossed her face. She'd done it though, talked to Coulson completely naked.

She couldn't be a responsible, professional SHIELD agent _all _the time.

Then Daisy looked at her panties, and hesitated. She could still feel her nerves, that flicker of uncertainty and adrenaline that added the spice to the humdrum. It would be nice to have a little modesty, but then, when she looked back wouldn't it be more fun to remember that time she'd done an aisle without even that scrap on?

She gulped, psyched herself up, then crouched to pick up her panties and put them in the pouch alongside the datapad and scanner. Clearly what it was designed off. Then, trembling only a little, Daisy headed off back dow the aisle.

She purposefully didn't turn back and look at her clothes. She didn't know if it was because she thought it would make her lose her nerve, or if she just wanted to play up that thrill of feeling them be far away. No chance of dressing, no chance of covering up.

Another scan, and another deep breath, and Daisy started to walk down the final aisle. Careful photos, reading labels, and she was almost sad it was over when she reached the far corner.

She let herself grin. Yeah, she'd never gotten that much of a thrill from doing inventory before. Worth it. She let herself bask for a moment, then pressed her earpiece.

"And that's the last of them," Daisy said.

"Excellent work!" Coulson said. "And good news, Simmons's mission near you ended early. She's on her way to help catalogue the more technical things."

"She is?!" Daisy said, heat rushing to her cheeks. "I mean, how far away is she?"

"Should be half an hour," Coulson said. Daisy let out a breath.

"Half hour. Right," Daisy said. Plenty of time.

"It'll be easier if you can find the Terrigen source before that time," Coulson said. "You know the thresholds?"

"I'll look," Daisy said. "Daisy out."

Okay, that had been a scare. Still, she ran rather than walked back down the aisle, unconsciously crossing an arm over her breasts to step any uncomfortable bouncing - definitely better to be dressed before Simmons came. Biting her lip, she turned.

And froze. Which, in retrospect, was rather ironic.

One of the artifacts seemed to have been activated. Or at least Daisy assumed that, because she couldn't imagine any other explanation for what she saw; just by the entrance, there was a mound of ice that completely engulfed the desk. And, naturally enough, swallowed up the shirt, jacket, pants and bra that she'd left there.

"No, no, no, no..." Daisy muttered, running across the facility. There was a thin streak of snow between the covered desk and the shelves, pointing to a blinking black box, the size of a small chest. An odd energy was emitted from the one side, freezing whatever was in its path.

And she thought her clothes were uncomfortable just being wet, now they were icy. Daisy quickly pulled out the datapad to snap a photo, getting the label.

"Er, any idea what this is?" Daisy said.

There was a pause for a moment.

"Seems to be a variant of the machine used by Blizzard," Coulson said. "It shouldn't be active. It's safe though, just cold. Keep your distance."

Daisy grimaced, looking around the facility.

"Any way to de-ice things?" Daisy said.

"Don't worry about it, Simmons can handle it when she gets there. Just don't let it affect any of the other artifacts, you know the drill."

"Um. Anything I can do before she gets here?"

"Why?" Coulson said.

Daisy swallowed, looking around for inspiration.

"Er. The door! Yeah, it's close to the door, Simmons might find it harder to get it," Daisy said. Totally not because I just don't want her to walk in on me like this.

"Point it away," Coulson said. "See how it's thawed by the time she gets there. That tech isn't always safe to mess with if you don't know what you're doing."

"But-"

"Coulson out," he said. "Sorry, we've got a lot of data to go over. Talk soon!"

The line went out. Daisy was left, mouth open, face hot, and body rather exposed as she looked at the frozen mass on the table. Half an hour until Simmons would be there.

Fuck.