Those Damn Kree Contingencies

Carol smirked with her eyes and showed defiance with her expression as the Supreme Intelligence showed fear and befuddlement for possibly the first time in her/its existence. No, definitely an it. This was a calculating machine, one with the very explicit intention to dominate all to it and its servants' will.

Carol decided she'd show it a little will of her own. She blasted the image of her mentor, twisted by the dark matrix's designs back, holding it at bay....until part of her realized a strange, unforeseen flaw in her plan. Not that she could have ever predicted-

Her suit was....unstable. She could feel the weaves and fabric dancing over her skin which lie nestled underneath, until....from the mini-novas at her hands, a shockwave seemed to ooze over her form. The machine likeness smiled. "It won't really be that easy, will it? I thought you had some fight in you yet."

Goading the Captain worked, and Carol put twice her effort into lasering through the simulation's defenses.....even as the representation of her attire shrank. First, she felt the energy grazing her fingertips.....then she felt air (simulated air, for now) on her forearms.

She hardly noticed the machine begin to laugh as it raced past her elbows, as she felt data strangely impacting underfoot, between her toes (somehow). She pushed and pushed and pushed until she felt something drop free on her chest, and a new freedom of motion at her hips and waist.

She barely felt the air upon her own perfectly replicated and rendered derriere.

And then that was it, this world fell apart, and she was back, awake, rejuvenated, literally aglow and-

something prompted her to take stock of herself. A nagging feeling. And she was all about humoring these new feelings, these intuitions. But then the dumb look upon her former commander's face threw her out of those wonderings. They were staring.....Of course they were staring! She was a one-woman-nova, a sight to behold!

She made short work of them, and then phased (She could do that!) to the next room. Right in front of Nick and Maria.

She smirked as she lowered down to the floor.

"Tesseract, please. Come on, don't tell me you've never seen a flying lady before, Mr Top Secret." Nick just gaped. "I've never seen a naked flying lady, no."

Carol's demeanor softened. "A what- neverminded. Today's not that day and we have to get the Tesserac-"

It was at that moment that Carol's feet touched the cold hangar floor. Her hair settled around her shoulders. Which was fine, it was all fine. Really. What wasn't fine was-

"HOLY-WHAT THE DAMN, THE-! NO!" Carol felt the floor under her bare feet, and then looked down and saw her perfect full boobs bounce down into place, felt her blonde hair on her bare shoulders. She felt butterflies rising as she realized she was seen, and this time they settled around a cute bare tummy. A Skrull or two was behind her, and she nervously looked over her shoulder. An intergalactic species was looking at her absolutely naked butt.

Carol screamed. "L-look away!" Nick attempted to placate her. "Carol, just keep your eyes on the missi-" "AND KEEP YOURS OFF OF ME! I'm....fuck....n-naked....goddamn..." She couldn't help it. She "lightly pushed" her two friends into an escape craft before shooting the launch button with her hand. When a small "ooh" rose through the gathering crowd, she squeaked and flew out into space. Wait- "Space! I'm in spaace?! I can-" She looked back at the windows to see a whole slew of Skrull checking out the flying naked cutie.

"N-nevermind! Oh god!"

She flew away as fast as possible with her new powers. She made sure to destroy an armada or two on her way down.

Carol landed in the sandy outskirts, as far in the middle of nowhere as she could get. She grimaced as she felt her now-bared feet touch down on the sand, this time warm. She watched it sift between her bare toes. She felt her breasts jiggle and settle, and felt the sun on her entire naked body. It was on her face- her chest- her bare ass.

Ok. It was fine. She just needed to find some clothes, she just-

"Any questions, Carol?" She spun around and let out another girlish squeal, throwing an arm over her naked breasts, and a hand down to cover her ACTUALLY NAKED BARE PUSSY- and tried to look confident despite this.

"Yeah, like how does it feel to lose your galactic conquest to a single earth pilot who can shoot lasers from her hands?"

Yon-Rogg sat atop a rocky precipice looking smug. "You've lost more. Your dignity, your sense of control....how the mighty do fall."

She steeled herself, but she was shaking. It was obvious, because every inch of her was on show. She hissed. "I still have more dignity than you." He snarked back. "Give it time." He held up a transponder. "I think a couple centuries should set you straight." When he pressed the button, she didn't know exactly what was happening....until her suit phased onto her body.....then off again.

This prompted another shriek and covering. "St-stop! What is that thing! I'll break it and both your hands."

He smirked. "Contingencies, Carol. Every good military has contingencies."

He tossed her a plain shawl, which she hungrily scooped up. Having gotten close enough, she used the opportunity to blast him in the face. The old enemy dispatched, she put it over her shoulders....

and felt that same damn feeling. Oh no, not this, it couldn't-

as the shawl disappeared into nothingness, and knowing what she knew about this big, crazy universe, she realized something. It could.

Naked Carol Danvers screamed and squealed in the middle of nowhere. She screamed and squealed for a good long while.