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MyNameIsNowSpinel:

"A-alright, fine... b-but keep your eyes up too! Me being nude doesn't give you a pass to be a pervert, especially since it's your fault I'm gonna be stuck like this!" she'd exclaim, noticing his wandering eyes and soon pressing her legs together as much as she could even as she did as he suggested and tilt her chin up to try and look confident.

She'd let out a shiver, her feet having already been naturally sensitive, and the cold ground underneath her (not even socks protecting her) not helping in the slightest. However, the Black Widow (now rendered a lot less black due to the odd circumstances) would wait on Clint to give the instructions for where they go next...

abagel:

Clint smirked. "Forgive me for not consulting the Big Book Of Space Magic, Nat." He started past the ever-present phantom that had lead them here. A phantom which made no move to assist or offer further wisdom.

Even though its eyes had likely seen more unbelievable things, Nat had to steel herself as she presented her totally bare backside to the figure on their way down.

"Maybe Thor knows something....or that strange blue woman...."

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

She'd feel very flustered, passing by the creepy figure and attempting to cover her butt with her other hand to keep it from getting a good view! Even if she'd never see him again, she didn't think he would deserve anything that good! And it was irritating her the way Clint was acting so smug- he got her into this, and now he was gonna tease her over her nudity?! If only she still had her weapons on her, or felt comfortable trying to get him in a **** position...

Natasha felt no urge to seek any guidance from the Red Skull, since she also partially blamed him for her current state, since he didn't get any more specific on what could and couldn't be sacrificed. At this point, she wanted out of here as quickly as possible so she could get the initial humiliation in front of her peers over sooner.

abagel:

Clint listened closely to make sure Natasha was close behind him. He could tell by the uneasy short inhalations and exhalations and the slapping of her bare soles on the hard stone surface. An occasional swear under her breath, in Russian no less. He looked over his shoulder tentatively. She stood out in the **** in this harsh, barren environment. It didn't help that she was carrying a literal singularity in her hand. Her pale, white skin was basked in low light from the nearby star that seemed to be in its twilight years. Slate-grey stone and dust surrounded her, and her shock of red hair was sharp against her bareness and the bareness of the world they walked.

Her breasts jiggled freely underneath her arm, which obviously frustrated her. She had the other hand pressed now between her thighs, to cover her naked private area.

"So....good thing you weren't paired with Stark on this one....or Bruce..." Clint continued to make chitchat. He didn't know what would bother her more; his nonchalant nature or if he were to stay silent. So he figured camaraderie would suffice. "Listen, this is going to be weird. But we've seen space tyrants, **** robot armies.....gods. You might even go under the radar, if you're lucky."