Descending From The Peak

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted either. Would she prefer just to have him stay silent and not acknowledge it, or would that just bug her more since it'd be pretending that this wasn't a totally humiliating thing? But even so, Natasha was not enjoying this topic of conversation, since no matter which way she pictured it, she had trouble imagining a scenario where her return to the rest of the Avengers didn't end with them laughing her right out of this mission without even a 'thank you' for sacrificing her dignity for the Soul Stone.

"S-sure, yeah, okay... but if you were the one nude right now, you'd probably feel exactly the same way I do! Guys are lucky that you barely have anything to cover up, but women are so sexualized that we need to worry about... mph, y-you know..."

Her rant cut off short because she didn't feel brave enough to say any of those parts out loud.

abagel:

Clint nodded and turned forward. "Understood, don't worry. It's going to be awkward, either way. But this is probably beyond our capability to figure out. You heard that thing."

Clint looked ahead, then down at his wrist. "Oh, that'll be a problem."

He looked back at her, then down at his special suit, the one he had worn for this mission for the first time. "You um....you don't have a suit, Nat."

He bit his lip, turned away, then back. "And we sort of need to double our speed." He took out an arrow that looked like a grappling hook, and shot it partway down the cliff face. "Come on, we're going to speed this up."

MyNameIsNowSpinel:

"Y-yeah, I know, we went through that already...!! O-okay, I'll hold onto you, but don't say anything funny about it or I'm definitely going to hurt you later..." she'd mutter in a mix of fury and embarrassment, wrapping her arms around him so she could firmly hold onto him during this journey across the cliff. "I better not get stranded in the nude on an alien planet..."

abagel:

Wow....Clint didn't think this through. Honestly, he'd done this maneuver with Romanoff a few times. She felt different naked. There was no getting around that. Her slender, powerful bare legs around his waist....and her medium-sized breasts squishing into his side. Everything about her was smooth, and nice and- "Ok, Ok, here we go!"

Clint left the cliff face behind, swirling down through the air. Natasha's hair billowed behind her, and for the first time he realized she didn't even have a hair tie as it unfurled into crazy waves of red. They landed on a lower ledge, closer to ground. "Ok...maybe one or two more of those?" Clint said with a nervous laugh.