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The elevator rumbled quietly. Simmons and Daisy stood side by side, both awkwardly staring forwards, neither quite meeting the other's eyes.

Daisy's pouch had been put in Simmons' bag, and Simmons was back to carrying it; Daisy had compared whether she wanted the additional modesty of lugging around a bag full of sensitive equipment that only really covered her chest, or the speed of being unencumbered, and chosen the second. The quinjet wasn't going to be landing at the mine entrance.

Which left her, barefoot and naked, arm over her breasts, hand over her core, squirming a little and waiting for the agonisingly slow elevator to rise.

"You know, it's probably okay," Simmons said conversationally, comfort as-ever undercut by her flustered refusal to look at Daisy. "You don't have anything to be shy about."

"I appreciate the attempt, but that's really not helping," Daisy said.

"I'm just saying, everyone's seen a naked woman before," Simmons said. "Okay, they haven't seen you, but they know roughly what parts to expect, and they might've thought about it - you are very pretty after all - so if you think about it like that, you're almost not-"

"I am begging you, please stop," Daisy said.

"You won't have anything to be embarrassed about," Simmons said. "Sure, you took your clothes off for no reason on a mission, statistically speaking it's probably happened before. Sometimes. SHIELD has existed for a lot of decades, there must have been someone."

"Not helping."

"I mean, we are all professionals here," Simmons said. "It's not a big deal."

"If it's not a big deal, let's swap outfits," Daisy said.

Simmons rather quickly fell silent. Face burning, Daisy continued to stare directly at the wall, nervously adjusting her arms.

Normally she didn't mind Simmons' tendency to babble whens he felt awkward. Now, though, was not one of those times. She almost sighed in relief when the elevator stopped rumbling and reached the top.

Then the door opened and she realized it wasn't over.

"After you," Simmons said.

"Definitely not," Daisy said.

"Oh, no! I wasn't, no, I was being polite, I didn't mean..." Simmons stammered, quickly blushing. She looked at Daisy, squeaked, then looked away.

"Simmons. Start walking."

"Right!" Simmons said.

She quickly stopped talked, and stepped out. Taking a deep breath, Daisy went out after her, instinctively walking on tip-toes. A combination of nerves, and uncertainty as to what was on the ground, made her want to minimize the contact she had with it. She bounced from foot to foot, even when barely moving, the shock of the cool air hitting her skin making it hard to stay still.

The rain that had started all of this seemed to have long-since cleared. The view out was clear, lit by broad daylight, of a pathway down the hill to the quiet town. Daisy bit her lip.

And then something streaked overhead; a quinjet blurred past, the thrum of its engines barely audible, as it sought a landing site clear of trees. They caught a glimpse of it, out from the small cave they were in.

"Well, I guess we're going that way," Daisy muttered.

It took a while to psyche herself up enough to start walking. The ground was mostly grassy, and still slightly damp, the trees sparse but present enough to stop the jet getting low, even beyond the lack of level ground. Flushing, she felt the gentle breeze against her bare skin.

Oh, this was not how she wanted today to go...

Simmons looked back to make sure Daisy was following Daisy squeaked.

"Nearly there," Simmons said, trying to be chipper. Daisy looked back, much less impressed.

Still, Daisy used the trees as markers. It was as much for her own focus as anything, pausing a moment when stood by each one they passed, keeping it between her and the mere presence of the town. It was nice to have a little shelter.

A little shelter that ran out as they neared the jet. Daisy faltered by the last tree, standing behind it and nervously looking out. The Quinjet's doors were shut for now. There was no hasty run-inside approach; it was only going to open when it knew who was outside.

Daisy looked pleading at Simmons. Simmons tried to smile back encouragingly.

Here goes nothing...

Adjusting her arms in the vain hope they'd suddenly cover significantly more of her bare body, Daisy stepped out of cover, Simmons by her side. She could feel how much more open this space was, how much more exposed she was without any of the meagre things she'd had before now.

Immediately, her face went hot. Only for her flush to grow all the deeper when the door to the jet opened, May and Coulson standing at the top of the ramp to welcome them in.

May quirked an eyebrow. Coulson opened his mouth to say something, before apparently deciding he didn't quite have the words. Daisy squirmed.

"Um. Hi," she said.

The last thing she wanted to do was freeze in place. Naturally, that was what she did, the prospect of walking any closer to them while she was naked suddenly seeming like an awful idea. Not that she had any choice.

Convincing her legs of that was a whole other matter.

"So, you weren't kidding about needing a change of clothes, huh?" Coulson said, clearly trying to make a joke.

Daisy whimpered. Simmons was already at the foot of the ramp; noticing that was the spur Daisy needed to stop standing around in the open. She stumbled closer, hyperaware of her body under their eyes more than she had been when it just Simmons. She felt every shift of her breasts, despite her best attempts to pin them down with her arm, embarrassed by almost every aspect of her new situation.

It didn't even really matter which parts of her they saw. Her core and breasts were what she instinctively tried to hide, but there was so much of her body it just felt wrong for Coulson and May to see. The crease at the top of her thighs, that curve on the underside of her breasts, that dip around her core, to say nothing of her utterly mortified expression.

She whimpered again when she set foot on the ramp. The metal, fresh from high-altitude flying, was shockingly cold against her skin. She jumped, and stumbled despite herself, crashing head-first into May.

Eyes going wide, Daisy stumbled back, catching her balance with her arms - and when she realized May could still see her, hastily slapped her hands back into place to guard the feeble shreds of what modesty she had left.

May raised her other eyebrow. Daisy froze in place.

On one hand, if she ran past them, she could find whatever change of clothes was aboard the jet. She'd settle for wrapping a parachute around herself at this point. On the other hand, if she ran past them, the arms she was clutching over her front wouldn't do much to cover her butt.

"Daisy?" May said.

How long had she been standing still? Daisy gulped.

"So, er, where's the change of clothes?" Daisy said.

"Spare stuff's in the secondary store room," Coulson said. "You can probably find something."

Daisy squealed, whirling around. He was behind her! She'd been standing between the two of them, and facing May, which meant he'd seen...

And now she was facing him, and back to May, which meant...

Daisy yelped and ran past both of them, face burning, heading for the mentioned store room. When she passed Fitz, she just screamed.