It's not a normal animal

She moved faster.

So intent was she on the rustling, broken grass that signalled the small animal, she missed the approaching plain. She saw a vague structure in her peripheral vision, but dismissed it as another big tree or rock, as dotted the landscape. All her attention was on the thing that had her pants.

So, when the time came that the animal broke free of the grass, reaching a cleared plain, and Sylvie kept running after it..."

"Whoa there!"

She looked up. Saw three people. And a tree. One, a scruffy-looking human, was staring at the nude blonde who'd just appeared out of nowhere.

And the small animal she'd been chasing was definitely laughing at her now, her jeans clutched in its paws. It was stood up on its hind-legs; it looked of all things like a racoon.

Sylvie's eyes went wide. And she blushed a bright red, and quickly moved her hands back; one quickly darted between her legs to hide her bare core, and her other arm crossed over her heaving chest. Her panties trailed between her fingers; she twitched them, balling the undergarment up in her palm, suddenly shy of them seeing that as well.

And the racoon was on its back, pointing and laughing. She shot it a **** glare, face hot.

Three people. The human, and two others that were humanoid, but clearly of other species; one had black and red skin, and the third was a green woman, her red-tinged hair going down as low as her shoulders.

"Rocket," the green woman said, audibly annoyed. "What did you do?"

"Give them back," Sylvie said, doing her best to give a threatening grimace. Well, as threatening as she could when stark naked in front of three strangers and some kind of sentient animal. It even felt like the tree was staring at her.

The racoon waved the stolen jeans. Sylvie took half a step forward, about to grab them, before being hit by a sudden burst of self-consciousness as she contemplated baring part of herself to try and grab them.

"Dude. You can't just steal her pants," the human said. That didn't stop him looking her up and down.

"Quill," the green woman said, elbowing him.

"What?" he said, faux-innocent. "I'm telling him off!"

"You don't understand," 'Rocket' said, between laughs. "She was in the lake. And I took them. She came out, and she didn't have her clothes! That's funny! Gamora?"

Gamora quirked an eyebrow. Quill stifled a chuckle, schooling his expression the instant she looked back at him.

"I am Groot," someone contributed. Sylvie frowned.

Then screamed slightly when she realized the tree was staring at her. She jumped, arms slipping a little, and took a step back.

Okay. That had surprised her.

"Something in them too," Rocket said.

He threw the jeans up to Quill; Quill tooked them, and her TemPad fell out the pocket as he stared at them, and then back at her. Sylvie reddened further.

"You have got to let me keep these!" Quill said, eyes wide in excitement.

"What?" Sylvie and Gamora said at once.

"These are from Earth, right? It's been ages since I picked up anything cool," Quill said. "Genuine denim. What do you want for them? We have. Er. Explosives?"

"You are not giving away my explosives!" Rocket said angrily.

"I'm not giving away my clothes!" Sylvie said.

Finally, she took a step forwards; the human quickly moved back, and the black-and-red alien instinctively positioned himself more defensively. Apparently he just took any excuse for a fight; not knowing the species, Sylvie wasn't sure how confident she was. Asgardians were strong, but there were stronger races out there.

Quill looked down at the floor, suddenly noticing the golden box that had fallen out of the pockets. He picked it up.

"Trade you this for them?" Quill said.

"That's mine too," Sylvie said, annoyed.

She squirmed, weighing her options. She was still drying, probably didn't seem all that intimidating when she was blushing bright red and covering with nothing but her hands, nothing on and nothing she could put on except the panties balled up in one hand.

She was really regretting going for that swim.

Another step closer, awkwardly positioning herself to not show off her butt to any of the ragtag group, or the tree with wide black eyes.

Then again... She thought quickly; she didn't know how easy it would be to enchant the green woman, but her clothes were about the right size for Sylvie, and of all of them, the sleek black look suited her best. Certainly more then the shirtless warrior, the tree, the racoon, or the tacky human.

"Okay," Sylvie said, slowly. She locked eyes with Gamora; "I don't want his hands anywhere near me, but if you give me my machine, you can keep the jeans."

"Wait, really?" Gamora said. She shrugged. "Sure, that'll shut him up for a couple of days."

That ensured it was Gamora and not Quill who lifted up the TemPad, carefully bringing it over. She hesitated a moment, not sure how to hand it to Sylvie, and settled for gingerly resting it in Sylvie's cleavage.

Sylvie quickly grabbed her arm; she used Gamora's body to make up the lack of cover for her core, and focused. Strong minded, but workable.

Gamora had been there a hundred times. She'd never had the same enhancements as Nebula, but Thanos expected his daughters to be in peak condition. Which meant spending a lot of time in the same facility, the medical staff and technicians doing their job and keeping aware of every detail of her body. If she needed adjustment, they had to know the weakest part of her to replace.

She'd done it a hundred times before, but it brought a green flush to her cheeks every time; there were always new staff, employment under Thanos came with a high turnover rate, so she could never get used to it. The blonde woman among them was looking at her more keenly than most.

She walked into the room. A dozen or so staff were waiting, each relative experts in their respective fields, each with their own scanners and examinations to do and things to test. For which they needed Gamora. Doing her best to look as brusque as possible, she slipped the leader of her jumpsuit down her shoulders, pulling her arms out of it and letting it drop to the floor. Then it was just the two garments she had on beneath.

Her shirt was mostly translucent mesh, though it was intentionally darkened over her breasts; that modesty didn't last long as she tugged it down, the fabric bunching up below her modest chest; she tugged it down further, letting it bunch up around the panties she wore; they were somewhat skimpier, with how much the jumpsuit covered. She pushed it down as well, and stepped out of it, leaving every inch of her body bare, ready for her check-up.

"Okay. Let's get this over with."

"Gamora?" It didn't sound like a doctor's voice. She blinked, and then saw her clothes piled on the floor, and then saw Quill and Drax and Rocket and Groot, and the blonde who'd showed up out of nowhere, and yelped.

Sylvie made a move to grab the clothes; Gamora quickly moved in front of her, her face a distinctly different shade of green, the two nude women facing off.

"Somebody pinch me," Quill said.

"I am Groot."

"Ow! I didn't mean it!"

And just when Sylvie was gauging whether or not she felt like getting past Gamora, there was the long-dread whir and flash of orange as the TVA arrived. Sylvie looked down at Gamora's clothes, left on the floor, and the alien rather understandably trying to be defensive of them. She looked back at the approaching agents too, and swallowed.

Damn it. No time.

Before they could catch up to her, Sylvie turned around and quickly opened a portal to anywhere else. As she ran into it, face burning at exposing her butt to the strangers, she managed to tug up the last item of clothing she had - the panties had been Hope's, the dark navy boyshorts that only covered a couple of inches of her thigh and hugged her butt so tightly both cheeks were distinctly visible.

She left that world and the TVA and its clothes-stealing racoon behind, and arrived in a new one with the TemPad clutched firmly in one hand and both arms crossed over her breasts, face bright red and eyes wide with embarrassment.