Searching

Natasha moved swiftly round the back of a building, heading to one she had spotted labelled as a barracks. She edged along the side of her current cover, aware that there was more distance now to the next building, so she was not as hidden as she hoped to be. She stayed low, crouching and edging forward, as if by moving slowly enough she might become invisible.

"Hey, Trap, is it a full moon tonight?"

Natasha heard a voice behind her and turned to see two men had walked out of a building labelled as a base hospital, they had emerged right by her and had a clear view of her naked rear end, sticking towards them as she was crouching.

"Seems like a good opportunity to take up astronomy." the second man replied. Both men were dressed as surgeons, and Natasha could not bring herself to use **** on them, even in the circumstances. Yes, they were both leering and commenting on her butt, but to be fair to them it was a very fine butt. So instead she decided to stop her slow progress, and sprinted the remaining way to the barracks, hoping to move too fast to be noticed.

She dived through the door and into a room that was thankfully empty of people. A row of beds ran down each side wall, and at the foot of each was a locker which she was sure would definitely contain clothes. She was saved- coverage and a disguise in one.

They were padlocked. Natasha walked down the lines of beds, checking and double-checking. Every locker was locked, she had nothing to pick or break the locks and she did not see any likely tools lying around the militarily-clean room.

Natasha reached the end of the room, and suddenly saw the door handle at the end she had come in, start to turn. She also became aware of a lot of voices, and realised the soldiers she had seen outside earlier must be on their way back in.

Still naked, Natasha flung herself through a door at the other end of the barracks, closing it quickly behind her and finding herself back outside again.

"Damn." she whispered to herself, annoyed at how close she had been to getting dressed, only to find herself back at square one.

But then she saw another potential source of clothing; a building labelled storage. She tiptoed across the gap to this next hut, grateful suddenly that the soldiers were no longer outside exercising as there were fewer people who might see her, and then entered the building.

Inside she found row upon row of shelving, filling the single-room building. The first couple of shelving units had boxes, which she looked into briefly but found nothing useful. She then saw a stack of folded green material that made her hopeful, but when she examined this they turned out to be tent canvass. She moved further into the room, passing medical supplies, bedding (she supposed in a pinch she could fashion herself a toga), crockery and cutlery, seemingly everything so far except uniforms, and weaponry which would be stored separately and more securely.

Suddenly the door opened again, Natasha shrank back into a corner, but if whoever had come in needed to get something from the aisle of shelves she was in, there was nowhere to hide.

They didn't. A familiar-looking brunette woman strode straight past, heading to the rear of the building. She was muttering to herself in a British accent Natasha remembered hearing recently.

"Stupid, cheap uniforms." Peggy Carter was saying, "They want everything mass-produced cheaply, no thought to if it will last."

Natasha edged forward to watch Peggy go, and could easily see the source of her irritation. Her uniform skirt had split up the back, hem to waistband, held together only by a single button and allowing Peggy's generous posterior, clad in white silk, to burst out.

"And in front of the general and his staff!" Peggy continued, as she reached the last shelf and stopped, "Hard enough to be taken seriously being a woman without them all laughing at my knickers!" She reached into a box, pulled out a skirt, checked the size, then threw it to the floor. She checked two more, swearing more forcefully at each one as it failed to be the right size, then loudly pondered whether anyone had considered organising the box better, before finding the one she needed.

She reached for the button of her skirt, which instead of undoing simply came off in her hand. Peggy looked at this button, exclaiming how it further made her point, as her ruined skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in a uniform above the waist, but white silk knickers and flesh-toned stocking below. Then she stepped in to the new skirt, wriggled it up over her hips, zipped and buttoned and then turned to leave, Natasha only just pulling back into cover enough to not be seen as she passed.

Once Peggy had left, Natasha went straight to the box she had been looking through. She opened the lid and checked the skirts left behind- looking at the sizes, she realised the two still in there would not fit her, and she felt certain the ones Peggy had left on the floor would not, either. It appeared Peggy had taken the only one from that box which was likely to be any good. Natasha moved to the next box, expecting more skirts or maybe pants. No, this one was hats. Ignoring it, she tried the next. Stockings. She might revisit this one if she found a skirt, but at the moment it was no use. She tried another, and found neckties.

"This is getting ridiculous." Natasha sighed. She pushed back that box and was about to try the next, when there was a loud explosion, which rocked the entire building.