Return To The Present

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

"F-for real...? Try and convince me right now you aren't just doing this because you're wanting something to fantasize about later, because if I find out we had a quicker way out of here the whole time and you didn't tell me..."

Natasha was definitely trying to defend the last scraps of humility she had, as evidenced by always covering her boobs when possible, and being quick to accuse Clint of being some sort of pervert even when it might not be the most rational choice. After all, she was basically going through the seven stages of grief, but with her clothing.

abagel:

Clint raised an eyebrow. "You were never this touchy before the whole....oh never mind." He didn't wait for a response, firing the next grapple arrow and jumping over the edge, forcing her to cling to him closely. He told himself it was a courtesy to a friend, and that no part of it was enjoying the feel of her pressing her body against his own as they plummeted.

But Clint was truthful, it only took a few more jumps before they were near ground level. He straightened himself and collapsed his bow. Then he turned around to look at her, straight on this time.

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

She appreciated him not trying to look at her naked body, even as she covered it in a way that only made it more apparent just how strange it was that she was completely nude. However, she was primarily concerned with how they'd get back home given their current predicament- she had no device on her anymore to go back to the initial meeting place.

"D-do you have a plan right now...?"

abagel:

Clint looked around, dumbstruck. "Well....you could always hold on, really tight?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure what will happen, but we can't just leave you years behind. Not like this." He did his best not to look at her curves, but even he failed here and there.

Clint stepped forward, and put a hand on her bare shoulder, causing her to wince. "Easy now. Maybe I can share, for just as long as it takes...." She felt the nanotech wrapping over her skin effortlessly, at least for the time being.

"Ok, so that works. Time is wasting, so-"

Clint hit a button on his "time-space gps" and suddenly the two were whisked into the unstable time stream.

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

"W-woahh....!!" she gasped from suddenly being whisked through time and space like that, and her cheeks burnt to a deep shade of red knowing that pretty soon, she'd be surrounded with her closest friends built up over years of experience fighting with and protecting New York City. Was it silly to think the foundation of that friendship would topple just because of her being completely nude in front of them? Sure, they might crack jokes, but how far back would that really set her in terms of their respect? She supposed all she could do was hope for the best, although the dizziness she was feeling did not help anything...

abagel:

If the first trip through the quantum time vortex had been breathtaking (and terrifying), doing it basically in her birthday suit was even more intense. She could still feel the air (or whatever existed in this place) tugging at her body as she flew helplessly through colorful tunnels and dips as they overflew with color and odd geometries. She couldn't really turn to look at Clint through his visor, but he was holding her tight. Either through necessity, or more likely through protective instinct.

And then, she felt herself suddenly land on a familiar platform. Except it suddenly felt unfamiliar as she felt it now under her bared feet. Easy open air from the hanger washed over and caressed her bared body as the nanites departed and returned entirely to Clint's suit. She noticed that it had been slightly more bare-bones with the nanites also distributed to her. She noticed that her breasts had been bouncing, and they settled into place on her chest with a slight drop. And then Clint rubbed behind his head awkwardly as a number of other figures solidified at the same time, all in the space of a few long seconds. "Um....now let me explain, guys."

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

This was exactly what Natasha knew she'd be greeted by when they came to a stop- everyone else having already gotten back from their missions, presumably simultaneously given the way time travel worked- and yet she was still quite overwhelmed by having so many eyes on her. Not like she could blame them all that much for being surprised- none of the others seemed to have had any clothing mishaps. They most likely anticipated one of them would come back without the other, so it was probably better in their minds that one come back fully nude. However, as Natasha's boobs finished bouncing and she moved her arms to cover her exposed parts (though half a second too late, meaning they'd get the briefest but quite pleasant glimpse of her nude flesh), she came to the conclusion that it probably didn't matter in the short-term...

"W-we uh, got the soul stone," she'd mutter, in the softest tone she could, trying to hold it out for their view without uncovering anything.

abagel:

Despite the literal cosmic wonder in her palm, most eyes initially swapped focus to her clenched thighs and the barest hint of her exposed pussy and red landing strip. Everyone reacted quite differently to their beautiful, nude teammate. Scott Lang was first to speak, with his usual wide-eyed commentary. He looked around. "Hold on- not going to tell you how to do things, but- Is there usually a naked lady?!"

Rocket was next, eyeing the disrobed woman with a sort of detached, mechanical curiosity. "Well then....so that's what a Terran looks like....not too shabby."

Then Bruce snapped out his stupor, having been dreamily gazing at his almost lover and fellow Avenger with a hint of restrained concern. "N-Nat?! What's going on? Who did this?!"

Steve had quickly averted his gaze, ever the gentleman. "Nat, you sort of-....I guess you're aware of that much. Let's forget it and get her something to wear."

Rhodey, meanwhile, was uncharacteristically unpragmatic. He looked her over appreciatively. "Well...it only figures you'd look this good. Avenging is probably the best work out regimen on the planet."

Nebula sighed. "Enough distractions. I'll look at the nude Earth woman later."

Thor raised an invisible goblet and let out a raucous bellow. "Yes! Let us celebrate our inevitable victory! I see the Widow knows how to party!" He raised an eyebrow and gave a knowing glance. "Has someone gotten into my Asgardian Ale?"

Meanwhile, Natasha was left trembling and completely exposed on the platform amid her friends, colleagues, fellow heroes, and a few literal spacefarers who could spread this story far and wide. She didn't know how to calculate her embarrassment. She just stood there, trying to display the stone and mostly displaying her own bare body. Clint coughed. On her right, Thor had leaned back, and now one of her teammates had seen her perfect, perky bottom divested of cover. Clint laughed. "So yeah...technical difficulties?"

Tony just laughed and put a palm to his head. "Nat, this is a little late. I'm kind of married, got a kid? Remember?"