Landing on Vormir

It was quiet. Too quiet.

The plains stretched all the way to the horizon. A cool breeze whispered across the sands, raising goosebumps on Mantis' bare green skin. There was not a soul in sight in any direction.

She glanced back over her shoulder at Valkyrie and Nebula, who were standing in the shadow of the ship, squabbling over where to start looking for Gamora. They'd left Quill behind on board, under strict instructions not to come looking for them except in case of emergency. He'd complained, but Nebula had pointed out that they couldn't exactly lead him around a strange planet blindfolded. And they were all still naked, so letting him take the blindfold off was out.

She looked down at her bare feet, digging her toes into the soft damp sand. She felt a little unnerved. They might be all alone on a distant planet, thousands of parsecs from the nearest civilisation, with nobody around to see her but a couple of people who were just as naked as she was, but that didn't make her feel any less ****. The fact was that all her clothes had been taken away. Some mysterious, omnipotent **** had decided she had to walk around in the nude, and there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she was all alone right now, her state of undress still acted as a constant reminder of her helplessness. She felt like she was being bullied by the universe itself, and there was no way for her to forget it.

Plus the cold wind was stiffening her nipples, making her very aware of her own body. It was creepy. Even though there was nobody around, she still felt like she was being watched.

Her eyes narrowed. What was that, disappearing over the top of that dune? A flash of green? And were those... footprints?

"Hey, girls," she called. "I think I see something over..."

Nebula and Valkyrie were arguing too loudly to hear her. Mantis waved her arms in frustration. "Girls! Come on! I just want to go over that dune! Can't you pay attention, please?"

No response. The other two women were locked into bickering, not paying any attention. Mantis sighed. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.

She'd just walk up to the top of that dune and check what was happening on the other side. Shouldn't be more than a minute.

-

"Hey," said Valkyrie, breaking off her friendly discussion with Nebula. "Where did Mantis go? Wasn't she just there?"

"You lost her already? You idiot!"

-

"Alright, ladies," said Peter Quill, standing in the cargo bay with his hands on his hips. He was looking around at dozens of beautiful, blushing Asgardian ladies, all tangled up in a huge web of vines and branches that bound them up and compressed them together in some very interesting poses. None of them looked happy about the fact that they were having their legs spread and their breasts presented to the eager gaze of a man. "I've got some time to kill. Who wants to get untangled first?"