Spooner 2 - Superpowered Problems

The journey back to the Waverider had been something Spooner was not prepared to discuss. She'd picked up a wide-brimmed hat that Ava had worn to seem contemporary, held it over her front, and then just done her best to not meet anyone's gaze. Still, they'd saved history, and it definitely could have gone a lot worse.

As soon as they made to to the Waverider, she threw the hat back at Ava and dashed inside, directly for the clothing fabricator. She was flushed, and her head was buzzing, reeling from the close call and the after-effects of whatever the witches had hit her with. Still, they were dealt with, and history was saved.

She picked up a change of clothes quickly. She had her default preferences programmed in - loose button-up shirt, practical jeans, and a bronco hat. Her preferences in the fabricator still lacked underwear, but that was more because she'd never felt comfortable giving an AI a detailed description of her panties. She could pick some up the next time they ended in a sensible era. Until then, it wasn't like she'd never gone without before.

After that, her priority was heading to the bridge. She wasn't going to get volunteered for another mission without her say-so again immediately. The alarms weren't going off but it was better safe than sorry.

The bridge was mostly empty. That, in itself, wasn't a huge surprise. Most of the crew would be cleaning up or destressing after the mission. Sara was in the captain's chair, and inevitably Ava was by her side, arms wrapped around her in an annoyingly sappy embrace.

"Hey, Spoons, you okay?" Sara said.

"Rather not talk about it," Spooner said.

She walked over the bridge, glancing out the window - the swirling greens of the temporal zone filled her view, the dingy 1800s long gone. She sighed. Not thinking about it, she unbuttoned her shirt.

"I'd apologise for the team seeing you naked, but it wouldn't be the first time," Sara said. "Surprised you were so flustered, you seemed fine with it before."

"Yeah, well, what happens in hell stays in hell," Spooner said. "We're not talking about that either, miss Real Housewife."

"Point taken," Sara said.

Spooner finished unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall open just enough to display the curve of her boobs, bronze skin visible up to the peaks of her nipples. She turned around, facial expression not changing as she faced Sara and Ava. Sara elbowed Ava; Ava did a double-take.

After a few moments, Spooner sighed and slipped her shirt down her arms, the hint of her boobs soon replaced with a full reveal as she dropped her shirt on the floor. She scratched under her hat, not acknowledging her new toplessness at all.

"Er, Spooner," Sara said. "About the nudity."

"I said I wasn't talking about it," Spooner said.

She undid her jeans. They fell down her legs, a strip of dark hair coming into view as her hands returned to her sides. Sara raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, you're not, er, talking about it," Ava said.

She gestured vaguely.

"What are you talking about?" Spooner said, annoyed.

"Look down," Ava said.

Irritated, Spooner did so, and suddenly saw herself - naked except for her hat, her pants a step behind her, every inch of her body once more exposed to her captains. She gave an uncharacteristic, incoherent yelp, on instinct grabbing her tits, then crossing her arms over them.

"What was... oh. Hi Spooner," Astra said, walking into the bridge, drawn by the noise.

Spooner cried out again. She lifted one leg halfway off the floor, bending her knee and trying to hold it over her pussy, swaying a little on one leg.

"Guys, what the hell?!" Spooner said.

"Don't ask me, you're the one that stripped!" Sara said.

"Definitely didn't," Spooner said.

"We saw you," Ava said.

Spooner's eyes darted around the bridge. After a moment, she hopped awkwardly back, putting a bit of distance between herself and the captains, while a bemused Astra watched.

She ducked down behind the navigation table, only peering out with embarrassed eyes.

"Er. Can someone pass me my shirt?" Spooner said.