The girls return home

"Let's get you back to base first," Jemma said, laying her rucksack on the ground and unzipping a pocket for the tiny girl to climb into.

"Can't you just sort me out here?!" Daisy blurted out. "W-what are you doing?!" and screeched as Simmons began scooping up all of Daisy's clothes.

"This is a perfectly good set of clothes, and it's not like you'll be using them any time soon."

"B-but I will be, r-right?!" Daisy squeaked. "You're g-going to c-change me b-back aren't you?"

Jemma easily plucked Daisy's shirt out of her tiny fingers, leaving the naked girl completely exposed. Squealing, she threw her arms across herself and sprinted into the open bag.

The world went dark as Jemma zipped up the pocket. Daisy was tossed into the air as Simmons swung the rucksack over her shoulders and bounced around as the scientist returned to the quinjet.

Simmons placed her rucksack on her lap as she took a seat, preparing for takeoff. Daisy hugged herself and shivered and the quinjet reached altitude. She knew how cold it could get during flights, but at least every other time she had been wearing clothes!

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Daisy was rudely jerked out of her doze by Jemma standing up and slipping her arms through the straps of the rucksack.

They must have arrived.

The naked girl was tossed and bounced around as Simmons walked through HQ. She could make out only mumbled conversation. Was anyone asking where she was? Was Simmons telling people that she was two inches tall and dressed in her birthday suit?!

Daisy suffered one final, painful bump as Simmons dropped the bag. She winced and gingerly touched her bruised and battered body, assessing the damage.

She could hear Jemma humming to herself happily, but didn't dare call out in case they weren't alone.

The fewer people knew about her predicament, the better.