Reluctantly

Red-faced, Wanda faltered. Apparently Natasha didn't believe in starting her off easily.

Natasha met her gaze, both challenging and warning, and Wanda, flustered, had to relent. Biting her lip to keep quiet, she made her way over to the table, still awkward holding the tray in front of her chest and a hand over her pussy.

It felt even less decent the closer she got to them.

Natasha nudged and cleared a space beside her. Thoroughly embarassed, Wanda took it, jumping a little as her bare ass touched the chair.

At least it was hidden, and at least her cunt was too, below the table. Now she just had to worry about her tits, and everyone staring.

Wanda looked down. She hadn't stopped blushing since she'd left her room.

If she could just get through this...

"So, uh, where's the new wardrobe from?" Tony finally broke the silence.

Wanda squeaked, and still pointedly stared at her food. She made a valiant effort to eat with one hand, her other arm still crossed over her tits. Even if she was sat naked at the breakfast table, she wasn't going to show them everything.

"We're trying something different," Natasha answered smoothly, in Wanda's place.

That was one word for it. Her cheeks burned.

"So I see," Tony said.

Wanda whimpered. She didn't want to look up and see how her colleagues were staring at her.

"Hey, Cap," Natasha said. "You've got that ribbon-cutting today, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Steve said.

"Think you can take Wanda along? It'd probably do her some good to be seen alongside the big guns. She's still pretty new in the public's eyes."

Wanda's head jerked up, eyes wide. She dropped her fork.

As she'd expected, their eyes were all on her. She didn't know what she expected; she'd just walked naked into the room, of course they were staring. Damn it, Nat. The arm covering her boobs squirmed, fidgeting awkwardly; it felt woefully indecent.

Natasha couldn't be serious. Taking her clothes was bad enough, but there was no way she was going to leave the tower like this!

"Uh, that's up to her," Steve said.

At least he had the good grace to look awkward about the whole situation, even if he wasn't nearly as mortified as Wanda.

"Please," Wanda whispered, to Natasha. Please don't make me.

"Don't you think it'd be good for you?" Natasha said.

No! No she didn't! She thought it would be humiliating! Wanda whimpered.

Part of her wanted to blame Natasha for all of this; she was a respected member though. Even if she could be unorthodox, they'd trust her training methods on principle.

It didn't feel like telling the whole story would achieve anything beyond making Natasha take even longer to return her clothes.

"I'd, um, rather stay in the tower today," Wanda said, voice small.

She squirmed, crossing her legs under the table. Even if they were out of view, they felt no less exposed.

"If you insist," Natasha said. "Tony, did you need help showing those investors around?"

Wanda couldn't help a slight shriek; oh god, Natasha really wasn't going to let this go, was she?