Putting together a new wardobe, the only way she can

Despite herself, Sylvie was grinning. A successfully heist on Asgard, and creating another variant to haunt the TVA. Both of those things were remarkably satisfying – at the same time, she had to admit she’d enjoyed a lot of the journey to this point. Getting a glimpse of the warrior Sif without her armor had been undeniably fun.

And…

Ava stumbled through the portal and it blinked shut. Back on her abandoned hide-away, a barren world where variances only occasionally seemed to register. And not alone this time. That was new.

She looked back. Ava was untangling the pile of clothes that had once been Jane’s, shaking them ought, for a moment not thinking so much about how much of her body Sylvie could see. Sylvie watched for a moment or two, before coughing and looking back to the clothes she’d scooped up herself.

Sif’s clothes were a little bit tattered – unfortunately, she hadn’t had the time to locate a memory where she’d been a little less vigorous in stripping, but they’d do. They were by far better than her current lingerie, and significantly better than nudity.

In contrast to Pepper’s bra, Sif’s rather more generous bust saw the tunic hang a little bit loosely around her chest. There were small tears where her fingers had dug into it, revealing flashes of red satin, though at least the armor plate she’d gotten as well covered most of it.

She didn’t have every bit of armor – the gauntlets had been rather too much to carry – but she had enough. The stockings slid up her legs, a few tears there as well giving glimpses of her inner thigh, though in conjunction with the upper tunic and armor, she was starting to look vaguely decent. It resembled wear and tear more than outright exposure.

She glanced over; Ava was just adjusting her panties, affording Sylvie a brief flash of her butt before they were snugly in place, and she could finish off her attire with her pants.

Then Ava was grinning, a little flustered from what it had taken to get there, but undeniably happy.

“You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve worn anything that wasn’t that suit,” Ava said.

“You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve worn anything here,” Sylvie said, cheeks flushing slightly at the admission. “It’s a relief.”

“What was that thing you did?” Ava said. “You touched them, and made them… What was that? Magic stripping powers?”

“Enchantment,” Sylvie said. “It makes life on the run easier.”

Ava didn’t respond at once, clearly none the wiser. She started to walk, taking in the alien world.

“I can push ideas into weaker minds,” Sylvie said. “Make them give me their clothes. Or, with stronger minds, I make them think they’re in a modified form of a memory.”

“And that warrior lady thought she was at a strip club?” Ava said.

“It was a prank by… some idiot,” Sylvie said. “An illusion that made her think her clothes were on fire, and by the time she found out they weren’t…”

“They were all on the floor,” Ava said. “Makes as much sense as any of this.”

Ava took another step. She was smiling in a way that seemed thoroughly out of character for her, though how much was relief at being free of her ‘condition,’ and how much was marvelling at the setting, wasn’t clear.

“Never thought I’d be on another planet,” Ava said. She glanced down. “And thought I’d at least have shoes if I did.”

“Make do,” Sylvie said.

That was something to consider. Another clothes-heist, this time to pick up at the very least socks. It had been easier to scoop up the larger garments. Well, getting clothes shouldn’t be quite so embarrassing now she was just as dressed.

“I should build up a wardrobe before these wear out too,” Sylvie said.

“Can you take a breather first?” Ava said.

Sylvie hesitated. Then nodded, wandering into the small shelter she’d had. It was a little odd having two people squeeze in, but not all that unpleasant.

Earth might be best. Even if she was just sitting there, she was still planning, even if she agreed that now was a good time for a small break. Ava knew more about Earth than Sylvie did, well, most worlds – it was a long, long time ago that she’d been taken from Asgard.

Ava was staring at the sky. Right, new stars. That would be fresh for her.

It was a surprisingly quick few hours before Sylvie finally stood up, programming co-ordinates into her TemPad.

“Want to see more enchanting?” Sylvie said.

---

The portal opened up inside somewhere. Ava had suggested New York as a target; there were enough people out there, and buildings that limited how many people interacted with them, delaying the TVA’s arrival.

This place looked fairly dingy, but they were inside, a hallway with a door at the end with frosted glass. Sylvie looked around; she shrugged, and Ava knocked on the door.

Right. Midgard etiquette.

A woman answered the door; her skin was fairly pale, and her hair totally black, a slightly annoyed expression on her face. She looked over the two newcomers, taking in their bare feet and poorly-fitting clothes and, in Sylvie’s case, rather ostentatious, if torn, outfit.

She quirked an eyebrow. Before she could say anything, Sylvie slid closer and brushed a hand against the woman’s wrist.

Huh. Stronger than she’d expected – some resistance to mind control. Sylvie changed tack, re-creating a memory.

Her name was Jessica. And, find a moment…

Okay, Jessica might have been a little tipsy, but she also needed to unwind, and if that meant picking up a remarkably badass looking blonde at the bar, so be it. Feverish kissing, running her hands up the back of the blonde’s shirt – hands that the blonde gently, but firmly took by the wrist and guided them back to Jessica’s shirt.

The blonde was still smiling at her. Well, if she insisted – Jessica pulled off her shirt, guiding the blonde slowly back through her apartment, to a more private setting. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath; she beckoned, dropping her jeans to the floor, glad to see the blonde – now without her shirt – following.

And, grinning with anticipation, Jessica guided the blonde down to the bed…

Promptly, Jessica realized that it wasn’t her mattress she could feel under her. Rather, it was a rather ratter carpet. A pleasurable moan morphed swiftly into a frantic yelp as she sat up, finding that she’d apparently been walking out of her apartment – the door swung shut behind her, the lock Trish had insisted on installing kicking in automatically, leaving her outside.

Outside, with a blonde Jessica was sure she’d never seen before, much less picked up, picking up a few items of clothing off the floor and walking through an impossible orange doorway with some other stranger.

Though come to think of it, that experience with the blonde did remind her of that time with… and wait. Jessica shifted. Felt the carpet a little too clearly.

She looked down at herself. Saw a lot of herself, the pale pink of her nipples, the swell of her breasts, her toned legs exposed, and her core bare. Naked. In her apartment corridor. Locked out.

Jessica yelped, and yelped again as a door opened.

“Keep it down… oh. Oh.”

A neighbor looked down at her. Jessica blushed bright red, scrambling to her feet and trying to hide between her arms.

And just when she thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, the TVA appeared.

---

Sylvie swapped out Sif’s armor for Jessica’s outfit. Still no shoes, Jessica did seem to be a little sloppy as far as dressing went, and less resilient, but it would blend in a bit more if she was making trips to Midgard.

“Neat trick,” Ava said. “So what memory did you use that time?”

Sylvie’s cheeks went a little pink. Well, it had been the first available. She pretended she hadn’t heard the question. Eventually, Ava gave up.

“So this is where you live?” Ava said, looking around the outpost.

“It’s out of the way,” Sylvie said. “The TVA don’t usually spot me on worlds like this.”

“TVA?” Ava said. “Oh. Timeline police you mentioned? You weren’t kidding about that?”

“If you were to go back to where I took you from, you’d just see a version of yourself that never knew me, and never left,” Sylvie said. “The TVA’s had long enough to reset. I warned you.”

“You did,” Ava said. “Still, it feels worth it.”

She stretched, and looked up at the sky.

“It’s been just you?” Ava said.

“Anyone I interact with is a variant,” Sylvie said. “They’d find me through that.”

“You talked to me,” Ava said.

“And now you’re a variant,” Sylvie said. “Same as me.”

Sylvie finished adjusting the clothes she’d taken from Jessica. She’d neglected Pepper’s lingerie this time; if Jessica had gone with just panties, then she could as well in the same outfit. Not so tight.

She glanced up. Ava was looking at her; Sylvie adjusted her clothes a little awkwardly.

“Must get lonely,” Ava said.

Sylvie shrugged.

“I get it,” Ava said. “Not as isolated as you, but I had to stay in the quantum energy chamber most of the time. You don’t realize what you miss.”

Sylvie hesitated. She wasn’t great at talking to people – probably one of the side effects.

She exhaled, reached for the TemPad, and stood up, quickly changing the topic.

“I want a couple more spares,” Sylvie said. “Let’s go.”

Ava raised an eyebrow, but nevertheless followed.

---

This place on Earth was warmer. Sylvie hadn’t been so nervous with the coordinates now they were both dressed; she could take care of herself, and embarrassment wasn’t so much of a factor now.

Hot. Outside; she could see decently sized plains around her, with a few animals penned in. She glanced back at Ava.

“Know this place?” Sylvie said.

“Haven’t seen it,” Ava said.

Which was about the time they were attacked.

“Intruder!”

A group of women seemed almost to spring from nowhere, in matching red outfits – clearly some official guard, Sylvie reflected. They all had spears, and identical fierce expressions.

“How did you enter Wakanda?” one, clearly the leader, said.

Sylvie looked at them appraisingly. Then she glanced at Ava.

“Nope. Still no idea,” Ava said. “Only Wakanda I know’s a small place, nothing like this.”

“After your time, then,” Sylvie said. “Or before. How do you feel about the outfit?”

“Seen worse,” Ava said. “Isn’t this a bit many for you to enchant?”

“What are you babbling about?” the leader of the red-clad women interjected. Sylvie smiled.

“They’ve seen us,” Sylvie said. “Which means it won’t be long before…”

The chaos of the warriors’ arrival was quickly compounded when an orange gateway appeared in the air; three more strangers to Wakanda strode through. Most of the warriors suddenly looked back; Sylvie opened a gateway with her TemPad to quickly make her escape, grabbing the leader’s hand with a flicker of green magic as she did.

Her mind was an interesting one; strong, but devoted to loyalty first and foremost. Used to taking orders. It was easy to influence. Okoye, Sylvie saw her name was.

She went through the portal with them as the TVA looked around at the Dora Millaje.

“Wait, are you recruiting now?” Ava said.

“No,” Sylvie said, hand still holding Okoye’s. “It just seemed like we had more time here. Too many people to get in the way there.”

She focused. Okoye nodded, and efficiently began to undress, unwinding the complex layers of her uniform. It was, perhaps, a bit too elaborate to wear normally, but bits and pieces could certainly be used.

Her top came off first, revealing a firm stomach, and surprisingly rounded breasts, her dark skin more flawless than Sylvie would have expected on a warrior. Then she loosened the belt-like outer layer that kept her sturdy pants up, sliding them down her toned legs.

She stepped out of them, and straightened, taking up her spear again, nude beyond her weapon. The enchantment didn’t fade for a couple of seconds; then her eyes widened, and she jerked, apparently torn between holding her spear up to threaten the woman who’d enchanted her into stripping, and holding her arms over her breasts and core; as a result, she did neither, just twitching her spear slightly.

“Back you go,” Sylvie said, opening another portal. A quick enchantment saw Okoye stride back through.

Ava raised an eyebrow.

“Did you just send her naked back in front of her troop?” Ava said.

“Probably,” Sylvie said. “Maybe in front of herself, depending on how fast the TVA worked.”

Ava hesitated.

“Could you do that to me?” Ava said.

“Probably,” Sylvie said. “You are only human.”

“Would you?”

Sylvie hesitated. As she did, she lifted up the many pieces of the uniform, prepared to take them back to their meagre wardrobe.

Maybe she should. Enchant Ava to walk nude back through a portal literally anywhere, stripping first, so she only had to worry about dressing herself. Would be easier.

Sylvie sighed. Also more boring.

“Not planning on it,” Sylvie said. “Sort of liking having someone around.”

Ava smiled. Sylvie looked away, almost flustered.

“Whatever. We’ve got clothes now,” Sylvie said. “With spares. It’s going well.”