Teleporter Testing

Kate crouched behind a jagged boulder, her knees sinking into the fresh powder as icy wind clawed at the exposed sliver of midriff under her black SHIELD tactical vest and the hem of her purple long-sleeved shirt. The zippered collar hugged her throat, its ring-shaped tab glinting under sunlight as she eyed the AIM patrol trudging through the blizzard ahead. Her quiver’s teleporter module hummed faintly—a jury-rigged abomination of scavenged SHIELD tech retrofitted to the stolen AIM teleporter that she’d attached into the carbon-fiber frame of the quiver.

Maria Hill (over comms): “Bishop, confirm teleporter stability. Your last diagnostic flagged a 12% phase variance in—”

Kate (interrupting): “It’s handled. I've jumped 6 times already, I'm sure the teleporter I modified should be safe to use.”

She thumbed the teleporter’s activation patch sewn into her archery glove, fingerless leather leaving her index finger bare to feel the bowstring’s tension. Her first jump was flawless—15 meters to a skeletal pine, snow crunching under her boots. But the second leap pushed her luck.

The world dissolved into purple and blue static. When she rematerialized 30 meters from her last position. Now on an icy ridge, her ears rang. Something felt… lighter.

AIM Soldier #1 (shouting): “Sensors spiked! Sector 7!”

Kate glanced down. Her black combat boots and socks were gone, leaving her bare feet searing against the snow. Her lavender headband and hair tie had vanished too, strands of black hair whipping free from her bun and bangs falling to her face.

Kate: “Dammit, looks like I've got some bugs to work out—”

A gunshot cracked. Frozen splinters erupted from the pine beside her. She lunged sideways, slapping the teleporter patch.

This time another 30 meters. Her fingerless gloves stayed behind, fingertips burning as they met subzero air. luckily she had an auxiliary control patch for her teleporter built into her bow. Her padded jacket—muted purple with tactical accents—also got left behind mid-jump, abandoning her to the cold breeze. The cold punched her ribs, her black sports bra and sweat-damp shirt plastered to her perky B-cup breasts. Nipples hardened instantly, stiff peaks pressing against the fabric as wind carved through her.

The AIM soldiers notice all her clothes scattered around the place.

AIM Soldier #2 (laughing): “Think she’s stripping for us, boys?”

Kate snarled, nocking an arrow with her freezing hand. The teleporter’s interface on her quiver blinked red—her quiver’s module overheating. She fired blindly into the blizzard, then jumped again but only 15 meters this time.

No clothing lost. Her breath escaped in a ragged cloud as she landed behind a snowdrift.

AIM Lieutenant (barking): “Flank her! She’s barefoot—track the trail of clothes!”

Kate clenched her toes, numbness crawling up her calves. Her tactical pants clung to her legs, the dark gray fabric dusted with ice. She checked her gear: vest secure, thigh holster with batons intact. But when she touched her hair, the headband was still missing. Strands clung to her neck, damp with sweat.

Maria Hill (over comms, icy): “Status?”

Kate (hissing): “Peachy. Lost my boots. Jacket’s gone.”

Maria Hill (over comms, smug): “I warned you about trusting AIM tech.”

Kate’s teeth chattered as she pressed against the frozen rockface, her bare feet raw and red against the snow. The AIM squad’s scanning lights swept the ridge above her, their laughter cutting through the howling wind.

Maria Hill (over comms, tersely): “Telemetry shows you overclocked the module with that 30-meter jump. The phase variance is destabilizing—it’ll keep shedding gear every time you blink until you recalibrate.”

Kate (hissing): “You think I haven't noticed?! ”

She slapped the teleporter patch, blinking 10 meters sideways—just enough to dodge a volley of bullets. Her tactical belt and thigh holster stayed behind, leaving her batons buried in the snow. The sudden loss of her belt made her pants sag, the dark gray fabric slipping down her hips to reveal a sliver of purple boyshorts.

AIM Soldier #3 (mocking): “Getting cozy for us, sweetheart?”

Kate lunged behind a supply crate, fingers fumbling to hike up her pants. Another blink—15 meters. This time, her forearm guard vanished mid-jump, leaving her left arm bare. The cold bit into her skin as she fired an explosive arrow into a drone, the blast showering the area with molten snow.

A grenade rattled at her feet. She teleported 12 meters upward onto a gantry—but her pants and boyshorts stayed behind on the crate below. The freezing metal grating seared her bare ass as she crouched, her shaven pussy fully exposed to the wind.

AIM Lieutenant (yelling): “She’s on the walkway! Naked!”

Maria Hill: “Bishop, I’m routing a reinforcement team to your—”

Kate (snarling): “No! Tell them to stay the hell away! I’m not having SHIELD rookies see me like… like this!”

Kate’s cheeks burned as soldiers scrambled beneath her, their rifles trained upward. Her purple long-sleeved shirt flapped open, the zippered collar now undone to reveal her black sports bra and the sweat-slicked valley between her breasts. She blinked again—10 meters—losing the shirt entirely. The sports bra clung to her perky B-cups, rosy nipples visible through the damp fabric.

Maria Hill (dryly): “Mission surveillance room’s at triple capacity. Everyone seems very...invested...in the progress of your mission.”

Kate (growling): “Clear the damn room, Hill! Now!”

A soldier lunged at her from behind. She spun, driving her knee into his gut, but he grabbed her one of her bra straps on the way down. The material snapped, one breast spilling free, nipple hardening instantly in the cold.

Kate: “Should’ve brought my sword for this shit—!”

She teleported 15 meters into a ventilation shaft, leaving the ruined bra behind. Now fully nude, she crawled through the icy ductwork, her breasts swaying with each movement. Snowflakes blew in through the grates, dusting her thighs and collecting in the crease of her ass.

AIM voices echoed below: “She’s in the vents! Cut the heat—freeze her out!”

Kate’s breath hitched as the metal beneath her turned to frost. Her nipples ached, her pussy clenching against the cold. She blinked one last time—10 meters into the base’s reactor core—leaving her aviators, the final piece of clothing that isn't her quiver in the duct.

Maria Hill: “Target’s ahead. Still refusing extraction?”

Kate (teeth chattering): “I didn’t… fight all those enemies....naked… to just quit now.”

The reactor door hissed open. Naked, trembling, her skin mottled with goosebumps, Kate faced six stunned AIM engineers—and the glowing data core pulsing behind them.

The reactor core’s hum drowned out Kate’s shaky breath as she stood naked before the AIM engineers, her skin prickling under the orange glare of coolant lamps. The engineers froze, their eyes widening at the shivering, nude intruder—until their commander barked orders.

AIM Engineer #1 (snarling): “Take her down alive!”

Two lunged at her. Kate ducked a wrench swing, but the second engineer grabbed her breast, fingers digging into her nipple as he shoved her against a console.

Kate: “Hands off, you—”

She kneed his groin, then spun, slamming his face into the reactor controls. The third engineer tackled her from behind, his forearm hooking under her bare chest. His palm groped her ass, squeezing hard as he hissed,

AIM Engineer #2: “Should’ve joined us sweetheart.”

Kate snarled, throwing her weight sideways. They crashed into a terminal, her shaven pussy grazing his grasp as she twisted free.

AIM Engineer #2: “Check the feed—SHIELD’s little mascot’s putting on a show!”

Security drones whirred awake, lenses zooming on her nude form. Kate’s cheeks burned as she backflipped onto a pipe, narrowly dodging a stun baton.

Maria Hill (over comms): “Data core’s in the northeast terminal.”

Teleporting 10 meters, Kate left the engineers clawing air. But a sixth attacker waited, tackling her right as she rematerialized. They slammed into a storage rack, his hand shoving between her thighs.

AIM Engineer #3: “Let’s see how heroic you feel with my—”

Kate jumped in order to headlock him, thighs clamping his neck. Her pussy pressed against his nose as he thrashed, his muffled cursing vibrating against her labia.

Kate: “Lose your appetite yet?!”

She flipped him over, his neck smacking the floor with a resounding crack as it got snapped. The data core glowed in its port ahead. Dodging another grab, she dove for it—only for an engineer to snag her ankle, yanking her backward. Her breasts dragged across the grated floor, nipples scraping metal.

Kate (gritting teeth): “Enough!”

She teleported 15 meters to the terminal, her raw knees buckling as she ripped the core free. Her thighs jiggled as she knelt to jam it into her quiver. Alarms screamed.

AIM Lieutenant (over PA): “Lock down Sector Gamma! Deploy everything!”

Turret drones flooded the room, lasers targeting her naked body. Kate rolled behind a terminal, her bare ass reflecting in a dozen drone lenses mid-jump.

Maria Hill: “They’ve activated **** mechs. I strongly advise you get out of there.”

Kate (mid-somersault): “You think?!”

A mech’s claw slammed into the wall where she’d crouched, spraying debris. She teleported onto its back, thighs straddling the chassis. The heat from its engine melted the frost on her inner legs as she pried off a panel, sweat dripping down her chest.

AIM Soldier #4: “Get her off that thing!”

Bullets ricocheted around her. Kate gripped the mech’s wiring, her breasts bouncing with every jolt as she ripped out its power cell. It collapsed, launching her into a midair flip—her legs splayed wide, pussy fully exposed to the squad below.

AIM Soldier #5 (mockingly): “Thanks for the view!”

She landed in a crouch, core secure, and blinked 10 meters toward the exit. Reinforcements blocked her path. A soldier grabbed her hip, face slipping between her tits as she kneed his crotch.

Kate: “Fuck—!”

She teleported, sprinting for the vents. But the lieutenant intercepted her, his gloved hand seizing her throat—and the other groping her breast as he slammed her against the wall.

AIM Lieutenant: “Going somewhere, SHIELD’s little rabbit?”

Kate spat in his eye, then headbutted him. As he reeled, she snatched his sidearm and fired blindly, shredding the vent cover.

Maria Hill: “Extraction point in 2000 meters. Try to find some form of cover or else you won’t make it.”

Kate crawled into the ducts, the core’s edges biting into her bare hip. Behind her, the lieutenant’s laughter echoed.

AIM Lieutenant: “You’ll freeze before you hit the tundra, girlie!”

Her only reply? A middle finger raised over her naked ass as she crawled toward the blizzard’s wrath.

Kate’s naked body trembled violently as she crawled through the vents, her ass and thighs scraping against the frigid metal. Frost clung to her pubic bone, her nipples raw and puckered as she peered through a grate into the AIM facility’s teleporter bay. Three **** mechs patrolled below, their chassis still steaming from the reactor core battle.

Maria Hill (over comms): “Hypothermia onset in 12 minutes. Unless you enjoy being a nude-sicle, find shelter.”

Kate (teeth chattering): “Working… on it…”

A ventilation fan’s whir drowned her shaky breath as she spied the long-range teleporter terminal—a massive AIM-branded ring glowing ominously across the room. Just beyond it, a disabled mech lay sparking against a console, its teleport module partially dislodged as engineers worked on repairing it.

Kate dropped silently behind a cargo crate, her bare feet squeaking on the floor. Two engineers turned. She lunged, teleporting 10 meters to the mech. Her fingers clawed at the module, but it hissed, locked in place.

AIM Engineer #5: “Intruder in the bay!”

A mech’s claw slammed down, missing her hip by inches. Kate rolled, her breasts flattening against the floor as the claw crushed the crate behind her. She scrambled atop the disabled mech’s back, legs straddling its torso as she pried at the module. Lubricant oil coated her thighs, gleaming under the emergency lights.

AIM Engineer #6: “Tranq her! The higher ups want to keep her alive!”

Darts peppered the mech. Kate wrenched the module free just as a rifle butt hit her in the butt. She gasped, the impact jolting her naked body forward—her ass raised high as she belly-flopped onto the terminal’s control panel.

Maria Hill: “Authorization bypassed. Initiate teleport sequence.”

Kate’s slick, oil-streaked fingers fumbled across the console. Her bare breasts jiggling as she frantically typed as she hacked the reactor’s failsafes.

Self-Destruct Protocol Engaged

Security Logs Purged

Teleport Coordinates Masked

Warning: Biometric Scan Required

AIM Lieutenant (entering, rifle raised): “Think you’re erasing your little show?!”

Kate spun, kicking his legs out.

Kate: “Scan your face for this, asshole—!”

She **** his head against the biometric scanner. The terminal beeped green.

Teleport Sequence: Active

The lieutenant headbutted her chest, his teeth grazing her nipple as she teleported them both 15 meters into the bay’s coolant tank. Submerged in fluorescent sludge, Kate kneed his groin, then burst to the surface—naked and dripping, the module clutched in her hand.

Maria Hill: “Smart thingking. Get to the platform now.”

Kate leapt onto the teleporter, her soles burning as energy crackled beneath her. The mechs opened fire, rounds tearing through the air as she slammed the module into the terminal.

AIM Engineer #6: “She’s routing to—”

The facility erupted in flames, the reactor’s explosion swallowing his words. Kate vanished in a surge of purple light.

Location: SHIELD Substation Zero – War Room

The teleporter flared. Agents flinched as Kate materialized mid-stride, nude and panting, her skin streaked with soot and lubricant. Agent Alisande Morales froze, coffee cup halfway to her lips, as Kate hurled the data core at her chest.

Kate: “Analyze that… without commentary… please.”

The war room erupted in chaos. Junior agents gaped; veterans stifled laughs. Maria Hill leaned against a console, smirking as Kate covered her breasts with one arm, her other hand futilely shielding her glistening pussy.

Maria Hill: “Mission success. Though next time, maybe don’t bring untested hardware.”

Rookie Agent #1: “Should we debrief her now or?”

Kate snatched a SHIELD wind breaker, wrapping it around her hips. The fabric slipped, exposing one ass cheek as she bolted for the door.

Kate: “Anyone follows or stares, I’ll put an arrow in both their eyes!”

She sprinted down the hallway. Two engineers carrying tac-geapallet turned crimson as she passed, tools clattering.

Agent Morales (yelling after her): “Kate, the core’s encrypted with—!”

Kate: “Fuck the core! I’ve dealt with enough shit for it!”

She slammed her quarters’ door, back pressed against it. On her tablet, a final AIM feed flickered—the reactor core’s explosion consuming every drone, every camera, every humiliating second of her mission dissolving into ash.

Maria Hill (over intercom): “Debrief at 0800. Dress code: Optional.”

Kate (mix of embarrassment and joy): “so she can tell jokes after all.”