CSI Employees return.

Wanda had little time to wallow in self-pity as a few minutes after her phone call the returning CSI employees started to make their way up to her floor.

"What do you think caused all the hullabaloo in the parking lot." An exited voice asked outside the office door.

"I don't know but at least I've got an excuse for not meeting my quota this week." A melancholier voice answered.

It was Norm and Phil, two of Vision's coworkers and Wanda's neighbors, who were about to enter the room. Wanda immediately sprang to her feet so fast her boobs jiggled.

"Oh no," she whispered fearfully. She poked around for somewhere to hide, but all she could find was the closed off office of their boss Mr. Hart. Wanda sprinted into the office shutting the door behind her just before Norm and Phil entered the room. Wanda breathed heavily, she had to crotch down to keep unseen due to the window on Mr. Hart's door. She slowly started to calm down. She needed a minute to gather herself and come up with her next move. She didn't get it.

"What are you two doing," Mr. Hart said as he bursted into the main office. Wanda squealed.

"Umm we're just-just about to get back to work." Norm said.

"Oh, Mr. Hart replied. "Well don't stop now. I'll be in my office."

The naked housewife, out of time and option, quickly crawled behind Mr Hart's desk before he entered. Hart closed the door behind him and sighed with exhaustion. Looks like he was also havinf a hard day. He walked over to a minifridge on the side of his office and started sifting through it while Wanda quietly crawled to the opposing side of the desk to keep hidden. Her heart beat a mile a minute. She could hear more employees filling up the office. If she tried to run out Mr Hart's door she'd be seen by them all. Not to mention the people throughout the rest of the building as she sprinted towards an exit.

Wanda was trapped once again only this time it seemed there was no escape. She considered trying to explain herself to Hart but considering his temperament if might just get her thrown in jail and her husband fired. Wanda gulfed. Streaking through the building was her best option. If she was fast, Hart at least wouldn't know.

Ad the Scarlett Witch prepared to make a run for it however both her and Hart heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," Hart said. Wanda nearly screamed but instead she rolled back behind Hart's desk.

Umm, Sir," Phil said, sticking his head into the office.

"Yes, what is it." Hart said sipping a bottle of water.

"The printer seems to be stuck." Phil replied. "Normally we'd have Vision fix it but well..."

"Alright I'll handle it." Hart said slamming his water bottle on the desk and marching out with Phil. As they left Wanda poked her head up. Hart had left the door, open much to Wanda's chagrin, however it let the naked housewife see what was happening. Most of the office were gathered around the printer desperately trying to make it work so they could catch up on their assignments. Hart approached, motioning to them to move, and they parted like the red sea. The older man began fiddling with the printer while the rest of the office watched.

This might be Wanda's one chance to escape, but it would still require her to streak through the building again. Wanda gritted her teeth. Was there really no other option. Wanda took a second to ponder this feeling the heat from the sun on her bare back.

'Sun?' Wanda thought to herself. She turned around and noticed the window behind Mr. Hart's desk. A wide smile grew on her face. Checking one last time to make sure the man was still focused on the printer Wanda quickly stood up and approached the window. She quietly unsealed the latches and raised the seal up a blast of warm summer air hugging her body. Wanda stuck her head out and was overjoyed to see a fire escape right beneath her. This was the way out!

"Alright boys." Mr. Hart said slamming the top of the printer. "That'll do it. Now get back to work."

Wanda's eyes widened. The printer was fixed, and Mr. Hart would be returning to his office. And based on her position leaning out the window her big Sokovian ass would be pointed right at her. Time had run out, so the naked Avenger practically threw herself out the window. She slammed into the hard metal of the fire escape her bare skin bending of the rungs of its pipe covered floor. She wallowed for a second. Then she heard the voice of Mr. Hart.

"What all this?" He asked. Wanda froze initially thinking she'd been seen. Hart stuck his head out the window however he didn't look down. "This summer air is bad for my sinuses."

He slammed the window shut and went on with his business completely ignorant that the naked Wanda had ever been there.