The girls makes plans

"Right," said the Stark hologram, cheerfully. "That should be enough, girls. I've given you all the information you need to find the five mystical garments, and I can promise you that as long as you're good those videos will never have to see the light of day. Now, all you need to do is..."

Nebula picked up the hologram projector and threw it very hard against the wall. She walked across to the broken bits of machinery and began to jump up and down on them. She didn't stop until they were reduced to a shiny rubble of circuitry, smeared across the floor.

"Okay," she said. "I suggest we never talk about any of that ever, ever again. Sound good?"

"Talk about what?" said Pepper.

"Exactly. Do we have the co-ordinates?"

"Right here." said Maria Hill, tapping away on her phone. "Okay, ladies, here's the plan. We have five Avengers. Each one of you is going to go after one item of clothing. Looks like they're scattered all across the universe."

"Oh, good," said Pepper.

"Nebula, you're getting the shoes. Sending you their location now."

"Message recieved," said Nebula.

"Carol, you're on bra duty."

"Fine. As long as everyone stays out of my way."

"Natasha, you'll hunt for the panties."

"I'm on top of it. You can rely on me."

"Hope, you're in charge of the top."

"The sooner we get this done, the better."

"Wanda, you'll find the pants."

"Sorry," said Wanda, "but this is ridiculous, right? We're splitting up to go in search of five mystical garments? Across the universe? Naked? I mean, I know a thing or two about magic, but this is just..."

"It's Tony's world, Wanda," said Maria. "We just live in it. I don't like it any better than you do, but we have to play by his rules if we're going to beat this thing. And put our clothes back on."

"And destroy Stark's legacy for all time," said Nebula.

"That too. Anyway, Avengers, you have your orders. Move out!"

"Okay," said Wanda, looking at the location she'd been given. "So, just to be clear, when you say move out, you mean go here and start looking around for a pair of magic pants? Naked?"

"Yep."

"That's going to be really embarrassing, Maria."

"Well, all I can say is, better you than me. Now get moving."

"But..."

"You'll just have to push through it, ladies. The fate of the universe rests in your hands."

One by one, the Avengers filed out of the meeting room, already making plans and mentally resigning themselves to the long ordeal of nudity that lay ahead of them. When the last wiggling female bottom had vanished out the door, Maria turned to Pepper and said, "Alright, it looks like we're saved."

"I know, right? We can just stay here where absolutely nobody can see us."

"Running things from the base, huh? I'm okay with that, as long as I can do it from behind closed doors. I feel bad for all those other girls walking around in the nude, but we've got to look out for ourselves."

"Tony must be slipping. It's not like him to give us such an easy out. I'm surprised he didn't find a way to make us suffer, even from beyond the grave."

"Well," said Maria, "maybe he wasn't as smart as he thought he was."

The light in the meeting room flared red and a robotic female voice came over the speaker system. "CHALLENGE MODE ACTIVATED. THE AVENGERS HAVE ACTIVATED CHALLENGE MODE."

"Uh..."

A hatch in the ceiling opened. Two drones, equipped with steel tentacles, swooped in. Pepper squeaked as the metal pseudopods looped around her arms and legs, lifting her into the air in a hog-tie position and carrying her towards the hole in the roof. Maria dropped into a kung fu pose, and was subdued in about ten seconds.

"What the hell is going on?" she shouted at Pepper, as the two nude girls were evacuated through the skylight and hauled into the air above Stark HQ. They hovered over the upstate facility, getting a beautiful birds-eye view of the grounds, though neither woman was in the mood to appreciate it. Pepper watched as Carol, clad in nothing but a cloud of blazing light, zoomed off at top speed towards the horizon. Another roof trapdoor opened, and half a dozen drones were dispatched to follow her.

"I don't know," she shouted back, "but whatever it is, it isn't good. Let me go, you stupid..."

"That's not very nice, Pepper."

"Tony?" The man's voice was being projected into her ear. She could practically hear the smirk.

"Always have a backup, sweetheart. I told you you had to be good. But Nebula had to go and destroy one of my priceless little toys. So now you've activated Challenge Mode. The Avengers are going to spread out across the galaxy, and my drones are going to follow them. Just to make this all a little harder."

"You bastard! Why would... damn it! I wish you were alive so I could kill you!"

A nondescript black car was rolling out of the facility, followed by several more drones that stalked it from afar. Pepper wanted to shout a warning to Nat, but she was too far away. All she could do was watch and fume as the robots pursued her down the road.

"What the hell are they going to do?" she asked.

"I have no idea. See, Pepper, it's all laid down in your P.E.P."

"My what?"

"Your Psychological Embarrassment Profile. Little side project I've been working on. It takes a target female and uses advanced AI modelling to assess her psychological makeup, with particular attention to her weaknesses and secret shames. It can then feed that information to my highly advanced army of drones, nanobots and assorted perverted pieces of technology, which then algorithmically generate a strategy to induce intense but nontraumatic personal humiliation in the target. I've been testing it on you for years."

"You mean..."

"Remember when you got that surprise invitation to your high school reunion? You spent the whole evening bragging to everyone about how rich and famous your boyfriend was, and then your dress fell down while you were talking to all those ex-cheerleaders?"

"Oh my god."

"You were so startled you turned and ran straight into the giant cake, and when you climbed out your bra had come undone. P.E.P. engineered that whole situation. Figured out exactly what was the most mortifying situation you could possibly experience, and made very sure it would happen."

"You're the worst. You are literally the worst person in the world."

"I know! Anyway, now you're helpless and my tentacle drones have got you. P.E.P., what have we got planned for Pepper today?"

"Prolonged orgasm denial, tickling and a press conference in downtown Manhattan," the robotic female voice said. Pepper realised it was her own voice, only made much more robotic. "For starters."

"And for Maria?"

"You let me go right now, you absolute fucking... ow!"

"The algorithm has determined that a good hard aerial spanking is the most time-efficient way to induce shame in Commander Hill. She will also be in attendence at the press conference."

"Um, Tony..."

"And can you make them kiss?" said Tony. "Just for me?"

"At the press conference, they will perform cunnilingus."

"Tony! Wait! You're just leaving me with this thing?"

"Leaving you in the hands of a genius-level AI with an arsenal of supertechnology, whose prime directive is to analyse your mind and make you feel as utterly humiliated as possible? In a world whose basic physical laws have been rewritten to maximise female embarrassment? While the naked lady Avengers jet across the universe, completely unaware that my shame drones are following them everywhere they go? No, I wouldn't do that. Doesn't sound like at all."

"We're going to perform what now?" said Maria Hill, as the drones began to skim across the sky in the general direction of New York. "Wait just a minute. This is not accepta... ow! Oww!"