Soul

In the depths of an unearthly clear water ocean beneath the surface of a rocky world, deep in the darkness, a lone luminescent orange light shone out from a thermal vent until it too disappeared into the darkness, for its travels took it deeper yet.

Around as far away as one can get from a bar on planet Earth, under a slowly fading old orange sun, just beneath the shallow water a figure began to emerge.

She was tall and muscular, with long dark red hair and green skin. Smooth, bare green skin.

From one end to the other.

Gamora's body gasped as air filled its lungs again. She/it felt something oddly....physical about her/itself, a sensation she/it had not been met with in what seemed like eons of time. And memories.....

they flooded this mind like the still water that soaked her/its pores.

It/She looked down at the water and saw a beautiful face.....a mature, adult face. She/it then looked down, and for a second was delighted. A body! And a nice, healthy one at that. Surely she/it could attach here for a while.

Slowly, a flood of emotions returned, as well as a sense of identity, and it became purely she again.

First came grief. For her friends, for herself. Then bewilderment. For her "Father's" love. What came last was particularly nasty.

She suddenly felt the cool water on her very exposed skin, and turned around, searching anywhere for her tight jumpsuit and boots. Modesty.

Gamora stretched her legs and pulled herself out of the water, confirming that she was one hundred percent, totally nude.

"WHAT?"

For a soul that had spent the last innumerable hours outside of what we call time and space in **** search a vessel, Gamora felt like she could die all over again.

She needed off this world. And she needed some goddamn clothes.

She stood and felt the water trickle off her lithe naked body and did her best to keep her arms at her side. That would be her mission, she told herself.

For once in her life, Gamora failed at her mission.

Bruce Banner knelt in the fields of the Wakandan countryside, behind the trees, a man broken by grief. He knew he would survive. This was his curse. It wasn't just that the closest he had to friends had all been left untouched....save for the curiosity that was the Vision. He knew that whether it intended to cooperate or not, this thing he carried around with him would never allow him to be destroyed. He was still it's permanent vessel, after all.

Though he saw the emptiness around him, his eyes were glazed with images gone to the recent past. The woman he so desperately longed for, needed with all of his heart. Confirmation and validation in those bright loving eyes as even she faded into dust.

Her arms so tight around his neck become fragmented into millions of tiny specks as her weight collapsed into his lap and shuddered away on the breeze.

And so it did not quite register with Bruce when he felt the warmth once more of a woman in his arms.

Small but muscular arms around his back and hands on his shoulders.

"....Bruce?"

Her voice, strong but sweet.

Her chest rapidly heaving in and out as....

Wait a second.

"Bruce, I'm here! Which means....Bruce!"

The smooth skin of her back under his hand.

He looked down and was lost in her uplifted eyes, her soft complexion and watched as her lips wordlessly gestured at his uncomprehending brain.

Her slim waist up against his.

"....Nat?"

He registered almost emotionless....before throwing all caution to the wind.

He threw his lips onto hers and the two shared a moment of embrace and....

Her slender bare leg and foot running up his calf. Her toes like little pin pricks.

He pulled away, and caught her eyes for a minute, before finally forcing himself to look down then up.

Breasts. Lovely, creamy soft breasts. Two nipples barely hidden but pressed up against his t-shirt. A toned torso and a bare stomach with a small belly button that was alternately moving away and then slamming back into him, as if trying to be closer than close. Long legs. And what he felt on his lap......a firm butt?

Bruce blinked. "That's embarrassing", he said.

Nat got a look of incredulity on her face before her quick instincts kicked in and told her everything she needed to know.

She swore. "BRUCE?! What is this? Explain!"

Suddenly, Bruce's heart was broken all over again as the very nude and now humiliated woman on his lap pushed off and rolled bare into the grass.

Nat could feel every blade as it touched her supple skin, landing on her exposed rear end a few feet away. She could feel the dirt between her toes. She looked down and confirmed that she was currently a very naked woman in the middle of the Wakandan woods.

She wrapped her arms around her bouncing boobs, and crossed her legs immediately.

"I SAID EXPLAIN."

Bruce just looked helpless.

Agent Nick Fury shook his head to clear out the cobwebs. He was getting a little too old for this line of work. He bent over and picked up the pager he had dropped. Wouldn't want to lose the most important item in the universe just because of a fender bender. He turned around to signal to Agent Hill. And instead Hill signaled to him with both of her fully bared breasts.

She caught his eyes then looked down, feeling the pavement beneath her bare soles.

"OH SHIT!", she uncharacteristically screeched, wrapping both arms around herself and picking up her gun. She held it to her chest as she withdrew into a kneeling position , aware that only a portion the city was getting a view of her nice ass.

But it was enough to make the usually stoic woman blush all over.

Nick smiled. "I told you it would work out in the end."

Maria's nonverbal retort could have blown his head off, despite her possession of a loaded firearm. She simply lingered there then fell onto her side, lying helplessly naked in the street from head to toe.

Nick turned around to the scattering masses.

He caught a few other nudies in the crowd. A cute young bookish woman with glasses had fallen on all fours outside of the library, while a tan businesswoman (at least he had to assume) tried to cover herself with the papers in her arms as her legs searched for any sign of fabric.

"Nothing to see here folks. Please pay no attention to the naked ladies just about everywhere."

Maybe he wasn't too old for this job.