Unsuited

Ava blinked, looking up at the plain grey ceiling. She knew she was on the floor, and with concentration she could tell the floor was cold. She was in the hallway outside the vault, having been blasted intangibly through the wall. And, she realised as she sat up, she was naked.

She looked down at her pert breasts, flat toned stomach and then down to a triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair. The dark hair on her head fell unrestrained to land in curls in her shoulders.

Ava got to her feet. She backed up against the wall, her rounded but firm buttocks resting on the cold metal. Somehow the combination of a tesseract-powered weapon and the time she activated her powers had saved her life, but at the expense of her suit. Whether it had just been stopped by the wall or blown to pieces she did not know, but she had the advantage now Sin would think her dead.

The lighting in the corridor suddenly switched from white to a red tint, and Sin's distinctive voice called out from hidden speakers,

"Intruder on level sub-2. All guards converge on the vault, block all exits."

Great. Ava looked around her, expecting a dozen Hydra agents to pile on any moment. And she was still naked. This sort of thing used to happen before Bill created her suit, it was half the reason she had accepted the SHIELD training- Bill had, against his superior's orders, let her try and enroll at a normal college. But when she arrived at her first tutorial she had gotten so nervous she had turned intangible and her clothes had dropped to the floor, leaving her standing there nude.

As nude as she was now, Ava snapped herself out of her memories. Somewhere around here she should be able to get some clothes, but whether she would be able to wear them or not was another matter. Picking a direction and hoping for the best, Ava jogged down the corridor.