On site

The Quinjet touched down in Denver, Colorado. The lithe young pilot spun around in her seat.

"We're here, avengers. We've got CIA on site to tell you what the current situation is."

"Thanks." Natasha stood and both Avengers made their way down the lowering ramp, their tight leather outfits making protesting squeaks. Both women blushed, glancing at each other.

"It, er, must have shrunk in the wash." Natasha said, trying to sound breezy. She realised the zipper had sunk down halfway to her navel and she attempted to casually pull it back up, her efforts becoming less casual as it refused to move, until she gave up and left it where it was, hoping it looked deliberate.

A blonde woman in a light blouse and smart trousers was waiting for the two of them.

"Good morning."

"Agent 13?" Natasha said, eyes going wide.

"Just call me Sharon," the former SHIELD agent replied, "That old codename is defunct now."

"Sharon." Natasha nodded, "This is Wanda Maximoff, known as..."

"Scarlet Witch." Sharon finished for her, holding her hand to shake, "I'm a big fan."

"Thank you." Wanda took the woman's hand and shook it, prompting more strained squeaking from her leather uniform.

"Er, ooh." Sharon was surprised at the noise but tried to cover it by holding out a dossier in her other hand, "Titania, super strength but not great brains to go with it. She's mostly small-time, but today she broke into three banks in quick succession. We've got her cornered in the fourth, but no one's brave enough to go in and fetch her out."

"Leave it to us." Natasha said, and let Sharon lead them from the jet to where a line of police cars stood in front of a large bank building.

"How are we going to do this?" Wanda asked.

"Should be simple enough," Natasha replied, "Try not to get too close, keep her contained with your powers. I'll try to find the best way to pull her out of the building and into the police van, and if we have any trouble I'll stun her with my gauntlets."

"Okay," Wanda stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles, "let's do this."

"Right. Oh, before we do this..." Natasha nodded at Wanda's chest and the Scarlet Witch follow her gaze to where her corset had come unclasped down between her breasts.

"You're one to talk." Wanda said, struggling to get her breasts back into the constricting garment.

"This is the best way in." Sharon led the Avengers to the end of the cars, where they found a small side entrance to the bank, "I'll take point." She hurried to the last car, and knelt down by the open door to check their approach.

There was a harsh sound of tearing fabric, as Sharon's dark grey pants split up the back to reveal light pink underwear adorned with Pikachu. Wanda stifled a laugh, only because she thought laughing might cause her to burst her top again.

"Maybe I'll just hang back here." Sharon said, feeling the considerable size of the rip with her hand.

"It's okay, we'll take it from here." Natasha said, as she and Wanda made their way to the door.