Confrontation

"You son of a..."

"Hey, it was my job."

"You stripped the Black Widow?" the first guard stood back from loading the Ghost suit into a helicopter, and turned to his colleague.

"She might have had gadgets and guns and whatnot hidden in her clothes."

"Oh, I'm sure she had some guns hidden in her shirt!"

The two of them laughed and exchanged a high-five.

"Man, I wish I could have seen that!"

"Oh, hell- good news for you, bro..." he pointed over the other's shoulder. Black Widow, naked apart from a pair of lacy black panties, slightly ripped, was running towards the helipad, and she looked angry.

"Stop her!" both guards drew guns.

"But you completely missed me." a voice came from right next to them. They turned to see Ava a couple of feet away, nude and smiling. Both guards opened fire, but the bullets went straight through. By the time the guards realised this, Natasha had reached them and with a couple of strikes knocked them both ****.

"My suit!" Ava sighed gratefully, looking down at the pile of white parts in the back of the helicopter.

"No, my suit!" Sin stepped out of the cockpit, holding a gun glowing blue. She fired this point-blank range at Ava, sending her flying backwards. She hit the ground and tumbled head over heels.

"What the hell?" Ava wondered, chest heaving, as she got to her knees.

Sin turned the gun on Natasha, but not fast enough, as the redhead kicked out and knocked the gun from her hand. But Sin stepped forward, grabbed Natasha by the shoulder and threw her onto the tarmac.

"You two are not going to stop me!" Sin announced, stepping down from the helicopter.

RIP!

"Nein!" Sin exclaimed, reaching behind her to find where her leather trousers had split, revealing her to be wearing nothing underneath.

"I see London, but I don't see France!" Natasha laughed from the ground.

"Shut up!" Sin shouted, keeping one hand over her rear. She backed up to the helicopter, then turned to the pieces of Ghost suit. "I have what I need, you are nothing to me!"

She was shocked to see a hand suddenly emerging from her stomach. Ava had come up behind her, and put her arm straight through the woman, intangibly.

"Not for long." Ava said. She slipped her hand into the boot lying on the pile, then pulled her hand back sharply, hitting Sin on the nose and dazing her. Seeing stars, Sin barely noticed Ava's booted and tangible hand snagging the top of her vest and pulling down roughly, stripping the garment from her bare chest.

Sin turned around with a squeal of embarrassment as Ava stepped back from her. Sin had easily a C-cup chest, large for her petite frame, but well-shaped and firm.

Ava slipped the boot off her hand and stood calmly in front of Sin. Her squeal turning into a cry of rage, she leapt forwards, right into Natasha's foot, and she flew through the intangible spy from behind.

Ten minutes later, Natasha lifted the helicopter off the tarmac and set course for home. Ava was once again dressed as the Ghost, but Natasha was not Black Widow, being fully nude now.

"You know, since my panties gave up when I knocked out Sin for you, the least you could do is give me part of your suit." she said.

"You have my gratitude, isn't that enough? Besides, you can take Sin in, the two of you match." Ava gestured back to the cargo hold, when Sin sat, naked, ankles and wrists bound by the strips they had torn her leather trousers into. "Not so much Red Skull anymore, more Red-faced."