Day 6: Unwanted Visitors

It's Day 6 of December, 19 days till Christmas. Kate so far is having a very embarrassing week. She got locked out naked, peed herself in a Santa suit and got stripped naked, got locked outside on her balcony in the freezing weather while completely naked, stripped naked in front of a friend because ants invaded her clothes. and got stripped in front of the widows by a 6 foot tall woman that then spanked her relentlessly.

In the secure confines of a covert safehouse that Clint had told her about, Kate Bishop had just returned from a demanding mission. Exhausted and covered in grime, she sought solace in a long, hot shower to wash away the grime. Unbeknownst to her, the criminals she had crossed paths with during the mission were not ready to let her catch a moment's peace.

Kate: (sighing, speaking to herself) "Finally, a moment to breathe. Note to self: acrobatics and alley fights don't pair well with city grime."

As Kate enjoyed the soothing cascade of water, her mind still replaying the events of the mission, the sound of her surroundings fell eerily silent. Little did she realize, the criminals had tracked her to the safehouse and were plotting their next move.

Kate: (closing her eyes, enjoying the warmth) "Ah, nothing like a hot shower to wash away the dirt."

Just as the shampoo suds cascaded down her back, the lights flickered and died plunging the room in darkness. Kate's hand instinctively reached for the towel and wrapping it around herself. The criminals had cut the power after following her to the safehouse to exploit Kate's moment of vulnerability. The absence of light heightened her anxiety, and the realization that she was now enveloped in darkness with potential threats lurking sent a shiver down her spine as she tip toed to a window to figure out what was happening.

Kate: (whispering to herself) "Okay, Kate, stay calm. maybe it's just a power outage or a surprise Christmas party? Either way, I need to check this out."

Heart pounding, Kate's eyes adjusted to the darkness as she peered out the window, confirming her suspicions. The criminals, silhouetted against the moonlit night, were closing in on the safehouse with guns in hand. The adrenaline surged through her veins, and with a quick glance around the room, she realized there was no time to spare.

Kate: (muttering to herself) "Well, this is just fantastic. Why can't I have a normal day for once this month?"

She moved with agile grace, her wet feet skimming across the cool floor as she bolted towards the kitchen. With a swift, practiced slide, she took cover behind the counter, her athletic prowess on full display. However, the urgency of her movements proved to be her towel's undoing. In her haste, it slipped off, sliding a few feet away from her cover.

Kate: (whispering frantically) "Oh, come on! Not now!"

Caught between vulnerability and the need for stealth, Kate bit her lip, her eyes darted around searching for a weapon but she couldn't find anything aside from her fallen towel that was barely out of reach. As the criminals entered the safehouse, armed and confident, Kate still hiding behind the counter, her heart racing in sync with the approaching footsteps. She risked a quick peek to gauge their positions.

Kate: (thinking to herself) "Alright, Kate, think. You're outnumbered, in the dark, and in need of a miracle. And there's your towel, just out of reach. Great."

One of the criminals, a menacing figure with a wicked grin, scanned the room. Kate's eyes widened as she realized the gravity of her situation. Slowly and with exaggerated caution, she extended her arm, fingers grazing the edge of the fallen towel. Every inch gained felt like a victory in the silent game of cat and mouse.

Kate: (whispering) "Almost there, just a little further... Why is this towel suddenly the most important thing in the world again?!"

The criminals, unaware of her location, exchanged hushed whispers, their attention diverted by the search for their elusive prey. Kate seized the opportunity, her fingers finally wrapping around the fabric. Just as she began to pull it towards her, a sudden creaking floorboard threatened to expose her position.

Kate: (freezing) "Not now, not now! Could this get any worse?"

Time froze as the criminals turned towards the sound, their eyes narrowing. Kate's heart pounded in her chest as she clutched the towel, caught between the desire for cover and the imminent danger that loomed just steps away.

Kate: (whispering to herself) "Alright, Kate, time to channel your inner action hero. you've seen these in kung fu movies. Use the towel strategically, and maybe you'll live to tell this tale."

As the criminals continued their cautious advance, Kate took a deep breath, her fingers tightly clutching the towel. The room held a tense stillness, broken only by the distant sounds of the criminals' murmurs and shuffling footsteps.

Kate: (to herself) "Here goes nothing.

The criminals closed in, their weapons at the ready, unaware that Kate, behind the kitchen counter, plans to use her towel an improvised weapon. Gripping the fabric tightly, hoping her training since childhood would prove effective even in this unexpected circumstance.

In a swift motion, Kate flung the towel towards the nearest criminal, aiming for his face. The fabric, still damp from her shower, billowed in the air, momentarily obscuring his vision.

Criminal 1: (startled) "What the—?"

Seizing the opportunity, she lunged forward, and maneuvered around the room. The towel became a makeshift distraction, a surprise element in her favor as well as a weapon for disarming and taking them down when striking the right areas.

Kate: (with a smirk) "Lesson one in hunting: never corner your prey."

Criminal 2: (frustrated) "She's using a towel against us? Seriously?"

However, as she expertly disarmed one of the criminals, her improvised weapon proved challenging to wield without inadvertently revealing more than she intended as she keeps revealing her naked body whenever she had to use the towel. The precarious dance between combat and modesty added an extra layer of difficulty to her predicament although her stunning body did prove to be quite an advantage since the criminals are can't help but stop and stare whenever she uses the towel to take someone down.

As the criminals stumbled, temporarily disoriented by the unexpected onslaught of a towel-wielding Kate Bishop, she made a break for a more advantageous position. Her movements were a blend of athleticism and strategic ingenuity, the towel fluttering in a way that barely managed to shield her from complete exposure.

The criminals, now aware of the unconventional threat, regrouped with a mix of frustration and confusion. In this unexpected battle, Kate Bishop proved that even in a compromising situation, her skills and wit could turn the tide. The criminals, armed and dangerous, were now **** to contend with the archer who fought not only with arrows but with the her own ingenuity.

Criminal 3: (grimacing) "This was supposed to be an easy job!"

As the criminals, frustrated and ****, opened fire, Kate's training kicked in with a surge of adrenaline. She moved with grace, deftly avoiding the deadly trajectory of bullets. Each step, each twist, was a choreography of survival, her keen instincts guiding her through the lethal storm.

Criminal 1: (shouting) "Just shoot her already! How hard can it be?"

Criminal 2: "She's like a damn ninja or something!"

Unfortunately the towel, once her shield and weapon, became a casualty of the intense firefight. Bullets sliced through the fabric, leaving a trail of shredded cotton in her wake. Despite the imminent loss of her makeshift garment, Kate remained focused, her movements honed by years of archery and combat training.

Dodging bullets in a dance of evasion, Kate weaved through the room with strategic precision.

Kate: (grinning) "You guys really need to work on your aim!"

The criminals, growing increasingly frustrated by her elusive maneuvers, emptied their clips in vain attempts to land a shot. The torn remnants of the towel fluttered around her like confetti, the room echoing with the sound of gunfire.

Despite her nudity, Kate's resolve remained unbroken as the adrenaline of the situation makes her forget her naked state. She continues sliding, flipping, and kicking anyone she can unknowingly giving the criminals a good look at every inch of her wet body. Exposing her pussy with each kick and her boobs jiggling with every flip.

Criminal 2: (smirking) "Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a show, boys!"

Criminal 1: "Focus on the target, idiot!"

With a final, acrobatic leap, she found cover behind a piece of furniture. The criminals, momentarily bewildered by her nimble escape and the image of her naked form, paused to reload.

With a swift and calculated onslaught, Kate seized the opportunity presented by the criminals' momentary pause to reload. Her agile movements were a blur as she disarmed and incapacitated them one by one. The room, once filled with the chaotic symphony of gunfire, fell into an eerie silence.

Standing victorious over the subdued criminals, Kate took a moment to catch her breath. The remnants of her shredded towel clung awkwardly to her form, leaving her exposed and ****. In the silence that followed, the reality of her compromised state dawned upon her.

As she prepared to make her exit, the distant wail of sirens pierced through the air. The police, alerted by the gunfire, were finally on their way. Kate's sense of triumph quickly gave way to a wave of embarrassment. She glanced around, desperately searching for something, anything to cover herself.

The police arrived, guns drawn, cautiously entering the room. Their eyes widened as they took in the scene – a victorious but undeniably exposed Kate Bishop standing over the defeated criminals. The room hung in an awkward stillness as the officers processed the image of the naked hero standing before them.

Officer 1: (clearing throat) "Uh, Ms. Bishop, I presume? We received reports of gunfire. Are you... okay?"

Kate's face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly covers herself with her hands.

Kate: (red faced)"You know, timing really is everything."

she quipped with a sheepish smile, trying to play off the awkwardness.

The other officers exchanged amused glances, struggling to keep their expressions neutral.

Officer 1: "Right. Well, we'll need your statement. And, uh, if you prefer you can give a less detailed explanation for what happened here to avoid more embarrassment."

Officer 2: "Yeah I imagine you wouldn't want the world to know all the details of this case."

The police, professionals though they were, couldn't entirely conceal their surprise. After a moment of stunned silence, one of the officers handed her a spare jacket, maintaining a level of professionalism despite the unconventional circumstances.