Pepper and Nebula

Blushing, Pepper took a step back, glancing around slightly wildly. One moment she was wandering around the block, making sure everything was in order for the next big Stark event, the next…

Well, Vision has hastily flown off with Tony, and Carol had said something about finding Fury before speeding off with some ridiculous powers, and now there was a blue probably-alien standing right in front of her, and both of them were-

Damn it Tony.

“Um, hi?” Pepper said, trying and failing to not look rather frantic. “Uh. Pepper.”

“Nebula,” the blue woman said. Overwhelmed might have been too mild a word for how she sounded.

Pepper tried to cover up, one arm crossed over her chest, the other hand over her pussy, mirroring Nebula’s pose remarkably well. Even with all that, Nebula seemed distracted.

The blue woman’s hand kept wandering, fingertips trailing up her chest, either following some contour or being surprised by the lack of one. Her hand had gotten as far as her shoulder, eyes wide in surprise, before she suddenly remembered she was exposing her chest and swiftly lowered her hand again.

“What- what’s happening?” Nebula said, voice oddly low but despite that doing a poor job of hiding her embarrassment.

“My guess is that Tony used the gauntlet to just make anyone he found even remotely attractive stark naked,” Pepper said. “Typical Tony. I thought he was- wait, was that always a phrase, or did he just use it to brand nudity too?!”

She fidgeted, and before she could continue that thought, yelped at the sound of a car.

Damn it, there were other staff looking over the block; she couldn’t be seen like this! She briefly met Nebula’s eyes, seeing a similar look of panic. Then, flushing deeper, Pepper staggered back towards the edge of the walkway.

There was a golf cart looking thing skittering down the path, a handful of Stark Industries employees looking around and taking notes; Pepper whimpered. She was their CEO! They couldn’t see her like this!

Glancing around madly, her eyes caught on what was little more than a postbox. Still, hopefully it was enough; cheeks burning, she stumbled over to it and crouched, praying it would serve as cover.

The golf cart trundled along. Pepper shifted, biting her lip as she tried to ensure she was on the opposite side of the box to the cart. She stayed crouching, hoping that Nebula would have better things to do than ogle her behind.

She pressed both her hands to the box, using them to keep her balance. It wasn’t like anyone could see her tits easily as it was; still, it did nothing to diminish the heat in her cheeks.

Nervously, Pepper glanced around the postbox; the cart was getting closer.

She squeaked and drew back, blushing cheeks as hidden as the rest of her. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure Nebula wasn’t just staring.

Instead, she was looking around. Rather than find something else to hide behind, her eyes caught on the top of a small garage, a single storey extension to a building. With a deep breath, she sprinted towards it as the surveyors came closer.

What was she thinking? She’d never-

Nebula jumped, apparently secure in her confidence that she could make the leap. She didn’t. For a moment her hands grabbed the edge of the roof, and she plainly wanted to pull herself up and out of view, but instead she just hung there for long seconds.

Even if she was an alien, her ass was perfectly recognisable to any human, sculpted perfectly. Pepper did a double take, before squeaking and turning back, shuffling closer to the box.

Maybe they’d glimpse a bare leg, or elbow, but so long as they didn’t realise who she was, so long as they didn’t see any more…

That, and the naked blue woman would probably count as a distraction.

There was a thud as Nebula fell to the ground. A half-strangled yelp escaped her lips and she scrambled, turning around. She pulled her knees up far too slowly, giving frustrated shouts as much as embarrassed whimpers as her tits were in full view.

Eventually though she hugged her legs against her chest and glowered over the top of them, just daring the surveyors to say anything. Pepper could hear her flustered breathing.

Pepper whimpered, shuffling around the box as the cart kept going down the street. When it was out of sight she relaxed, just briefly, slumping and withdrawing her hands back to her chest.

“Ugh! Stark!” Nebula muttered. She didn’t move.

“Are you…”

“I used to be…. Stronger,” Nebula said. “My…. Enhancements. I should have been able to make that.”

Pepper hesitated. She shifted awkwardly.

“So, um, Nebula,” Pepper said. “We should get somewhere more under cover, but when there, do you know what you want to do?”

“Kill. Stark,” Nebula hissed.