Sort Of

Kate dashed through the snow, blocking out any thoughts of people who could be peering over their fence and getting a show right now. Only a few feet away from her towel resting on the icy sidewalk, she suddenly lost her balance. Stepping into a frozen over puddle at the edge of the alley, her right foot slipped up into the air, causing her to fall back, her bare ass landing in the snow. She sat up, regaining her bearings, but before she could fully react, the wind picked back up, and her towel blew away down the street. "No no no!" She cried, then slammed a hand over her mouth once she realized how much attention she just drew to herself.

The city streets were bustling, shoppers up and down the sidewalk, cars stuck in a major traffic jam, and the world's greatest archer sat completely nude in the middle of the crowd.

Suddenly becoming aware of the seemingly endless eyes gawking at her, phones taking pictures, and people rolling down their car windows to get a better look, Kate flushed red with embarrassment. She sheepishly grinned, placing a hand on each breast as she slowly stood up. However, without her hands to help keep herself steady, she immediately fell again, this time with her ass up in the air and her chest pressed against the cold ice. She burned, shoving her face in the snow as though it would make everyone go away, even if she knew it wouldn't. She steadily scooted herself back and rose to her feet, leaving her hands at her sides to stay balanced.

Her head raced with thoughts. She had to save Clint, for one, or at least warn him of the Russian woman coming for him. Getting dressed might be a priority, too. Then there was the matter of the cameras. News travels fast in New York, and she knew her mom would see her exposure on the internet in no time. Which reminded Kate, she still hadn't covered herself up! She shrieked, throwing her hands over herself and ran back down the alley, only to be followed by a mob of paparazzi flashing cameras left and right.

She panicked, thinking of her next move. Returning to the apartment was the first thought, but the Russian woman knew where she was, and she might be waiting there. Of course, her mom's house was nearby, but she dreaded having to see her mom or Jack like this. Lastly, there was the apartment that she and Clint had been using as a base, but that was a few blocks away, and would require her to streak through the cities busiest streets, worsening her humiliation even more. She racked her brain, trying to decide soon, as she reached the other end of the alley.