Chapter 4 by Rowenar

What does Wanda do?

A naked breakfast

She might as well get this over with...

Natasha wasn't going to let her wear anything, that was painfully clear. Wanda stared at her door, her face scarlet.

She didn't even want to think about what Nat would do if she tried to work out a way around her 'lesson.' Gulping, Wanda **** herself to move closer to the door.

And then she opened it and stepped through, her hand quickly going from doorknob to covering her pussy. She lingered where she was, mind not quite able to process that she was stark naked in the hallway. Her eyes darted wildly.

Oh god, this was happening, this was really happening.

She sidestepped down the corridor, trying to hide her ass with the wall behind her. It meant she moved slower, but at least she was keeping something hidden.

Damn it, Nat.

She needed to eat though, which meant leaving her room to go to the room where Stark had meals cooked for all of them each day.

And meant-

"Miss Maximoff?"

Wanda couldn't help but shriek, jumping as one of the Avengers' supporting staff came up beside her. Her cheeks burned.

"Y-yes?" Wanda said, embarassed.

"Did you get locked out? Or, uh..." the staff member said.

"Natasha's idea of a joke," Wanda said. She tried not to whimper.

No, damn it, no, she was stronger than that.

"Oh, uh..." the staff member said. Awkwardly she nodded, walking away.

Wanda waited where she was for a long few seconds, trying vainly to steady her breathing. She looked up and down the hall, praying to find that she was still alone.

The red in her cheeks didn't fade in the slightest.

Her hands gripped her own body tighter, embarassment making her **** to ensure neither arm slipped. She didn't realise how the tight grip only made her cleavage stand out all the more.

After far too long, Wanda made it to the breakfast room.

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