The Framework

Melinda May was strapped down, her mind trapped in a digital simulation. Above her, Radcliffe and Aida worked, alternating between checking the code of the simulation May was in, and working on the larger plan.

Radcliffe made an expression of distaste.

"You know I don't like ****," he said. "Keep her trapped in the loop of thinking she's escaping, fighting... Sure, it keeps her mind busy, but there's got to be a better way."

"We tried a normal simulation," Aida said. "She sees the holes too quickly. The **** keeps her mind too busy to work on a real way out."

"I know, I know," Radcliffe said. "If we just had a different way to keep her distracted..."

Radcliffe paused for a moment. He glanced at the **** agent.

"Bear with me," he said. "May's a soldier, right? A damn fine one too. Focuses on her job, being respected by the people below her and earning the respect of those above. By your reckoning, would you say that's something that's important to her?"

"I would," Aida said.

"Then that's a non-violent solution," Radcliffe said. "If we do something that makes her focus on her reputation, then..."

As far as May was concerned, she was at SHIELD's base. There were rumours that pointed to an anti-Inhuman extremist faction getting their hands on high-grade weaponry; she scanned the reports, ignoring the odd wooziness in her head. Something was off. She shook her head; she could deal with it after the meeting.

Ok, her conclusions still seemed fine. She waited as Daisy, Yo-Yo, Fitz, Simmons and Mack came into the room for the briefing.

They'd be going on the mission she was leading. May clicked to start the presentation, first displaying the map of the suspected facility. She stood up-

And in an instant, her clothes vanished. No warning, no transition. It took her a split second to realise the sudden change in weight around her body, the sudden air, in which those in the meeting got an unobstructed view of her toned ass.

Then immediately May spun around. Those she was briefing seemed as surprised as she was; even Yo-Yo couldn't strip her and dispose of the evidence so quickly.

For a moment, the Cavalry's usually so-stoic expression gave way to wide-eyed embarassment. She quickly tried to school her expression, the mask of confidence belied by the awkward way she held her arms, one going straight down over one breast to cover her pussy with her hand, and the other holding tightly onto her other upper arm, hiding the other side of her chest.

Or at least trying to. May trembled slightly; that tremor was the only outward sign of her reaction.

She was naked! How was she naked?!