Wandering around

As she made her way deeper into the building, Wanda found it reassuring to keep her powers active and hold red sparks dancing around her fingers ready for whatever she might encounter. What she encountered, however, was more plain corridors, and aching feet.

"Stupid boots." Wanda grumbled, leaning against a wall. She raised her right foot as high as her restrictive trousers would allow her, and with an effort pulled the boot off. She lowered her foot back to the floor, her trousers letting out a squeak almost of relief as they relaxed again.

Suddenly there came a bang, echoing down the corridor. Wanda ran towards it, around the next corner, then she heard another bang from the other side of a door. She opened it cautiously and found herself in what appeared to be a staff room, with a table, a couple of chairs, a vending machine and a TV in the corner displaying news footage from outside the bank.

Wanda walked across the room, waiting for the noise to come again.

A hand shot out from under the table and grabbed her leg. Wanda yelped and darted backwards, hands outstretched and glowing with power.

"Don't hurt me!" A young woman was crouched under the table, pale with straight brown hair and dressed in the uniform of a teller, she raised her hands as much as her position would allow her.

"It's okay," Wanda lowered her own hands and let her power fade away, "I'm an Avenger."

"You are?" The teller looked quizzically at her, "Black Widow?"

"No, I'm new." Wanda shrugged. "Is there anyone else here?"

"I'm not sure, we all scattered when that woman attacked."

"Okay. You can get out through the back." Wanda indicated the way she had come in.

"Thanks." The teller crawled out from under her cover, "I think the woman who attacked us is in the vault, through that way." She pointed at a second door, opposite.

"Got it."

"You, er, might want to fix your top first."

"What?" Wanda looked down and saw her corset had popped open again, presumably when she jumped backwards, and her pert breasts were standing out proud and unencumbered, nipples pointing straight ahead. "Shoot." She began to try and tug it back into position, "It's a new uniform." She explained lamely.

"So new you don't have a full pair of boots yet?"

Wanda looked further down, to where her right foot was clad only in a white cotton sock, worn through so her big toe poked out of a hole in the end. All in all, not the ideal picture of a superhero, Wanda thought to herself as she realised she had left her boot behind in the corridor.

She was finding her corset even harder to wrestle herself into than it had been earlier, and eventually she had to settle for it being just about over her nipples, but unable to be fastened.

More or less decent now, Wanda went through the next door and found herself behind a row of counters, a sheet of bulletproof glass between her and the customer side. At the far end of the row a door stood open and another bang came clearly from there, accompanied by a voice complaining,

"Come on, open, you stupid thing!"

"This is it," Wanda muttered to herself, reuniting her powers, "Here we go."