Stay with Peggy

“Ok, has anyone seen that racoon? It took my-” Bucky strode into the clearing, then rather suddenly stopped. “Peggy?!”

Peggy shrieked again, hastily spinning around, still holding the shield as her only cover.

“Ok. Steve. What’s…” Bucky said.

“I… really don’t know,” Steve said.

“While you’re working it out, can someone get me something to wear rather than standing around?” Peggy said, her accent a touch more pronounced from nerves, voice and handshaking.

Both of them turned towards her; Peggy whimpered. Her blush deepened, red face poking over the top of the trembling shield; she hunched over a little more, trying to better hide behind it, bare feet and shoulders still visible either side.

She fidgeted, not quite able to stay still, unable to hold back the occasional squeak at the feel of the air on her ass. Still, she took a couple of steps back, wanting to make extra sure neither of them was behind her.

After a moment more staring, Steve finally coughed and started unbuckling part of his outfit. It wasn’t much, more a protective layer, but somehow he had the feeling Peggy would still appreciate it.

She reached out with one bare arm out the side to snatch it in, before hesitating. Getting something on without exposing more around the shield was not an easy prospect.

No, damn it, she was not going to be defeated by this! Cheeks still blazing, she slipped it over her head, passing the shield from one hand to the other to get it on, breathing a sigh of relief as she felt it settle over her tits.

She looked up, cheeks still a little pink. It felt a little tight, but after a moment she found it much easier to bear.

It wasn’t meant to protect anyone’s modesty, she knew that, it looked like some futuristic bulletproof vest. Huge slits down the sides, but it was at least meant to cover a chest.

She slid the shield lower, ensuring the top of it arced over her pussy and as much of her thighs and legs as possible, oblivious to how the vest passed on to her was suddenly dissolving to dust.

Peggy stood there, ash falling over the red, white and blue shield, still trembling a little even without realising her tits were exposed again.

“Uh…” Steve began.

“Bucky?” Peggy said, for the first time focusing more on the newcomer. “Is that you? Were you brought back too?”

“Not… exactly,” Bucky said. “Uh. Peggy…”

He moved to gesture, only to fail after Rocket’s theft. The look however was enough for Peggy to frown, following his gaze-

Peggy shrieked again, and hastily pulled the shield back up over her impressive tits, flashing her pussy for a quick second before remember to hunch down lower.

“What?!” Peggy yelped. “I put that on, I definitely…”

“it… kinda… dissolved,” Steve said.

“What?!” Peggy shrieked. “Dissolved? Why- how did it dissolve?”

“I don’t know,” Steve said. He seemed to be saying that a lot.

Peggy whimpered; she clutched the shield a little more tightly, trembling. This couldn’t be happening, this was impossible, this couldn’t be real.

She couldn’t just end up stark bloody naked in apparently the future, in front of Steve and Bucky! And she couldn’t seriously be unable to get dressed.

No. That was impossible. There- there had to be an option, right?