Sokovian Exposures

Nat's consciousness returned to her just as rapidly as it, and her only source of covering, had deteriorated. She shivered as her bare torso was greeted by the texture beneath her; cobblestone. Her back and lovely hips were sore, and she assumed she had been dumped rather unceremoniously......where?

The nude redhead sighed as she sat up to assess her surroundings, folding her long legs on her right side.She got up and immediately looked at the sky.....so empty, so bare, so brutally honest to the world. Like she now would be. The implications of her situation were still resonating in her mind, and Natasha had to steel herself just to stop from running blindly in hysteria down the streets of......once again Nat wracked her brain.

She suddenly her a high pitched whine and looked up to see a nearby stone building wall. Above that was a precipice and on that precipice hung her gear. Two deadly electric batons and a belt for any other favors she might bring to the party. They would ideally join her again, with the unfortunate addition of some newly revealed party favors.

Nat saw the weaknesses on the wall almost instantly and she leaped from cropping to cropping, practiced fingers an toes finding purchase and grasping where no man's could. In a moment she would regret her instincts, because her other womanly instincts kicked in, and upon realizing the bustle of a crowd on the other side of the building two lithe and slender arms wrapped around her breasts and cradled them. She then squeaked as she realized how exposed her womanhood would be. There was nothing she could do about her ass, or her stomach. Or her thighs......

Nat shook her head and moved over to the little gear left to her. She found the source of the whining and nearly threw up. It was her emergency beacon. The Avengers were surely on their way! And she was nude! Naked! In her birthday suit! And apparently there was no way out of that most natural of states for the foreseeable future. That was it, Natasha thought. I'm running this one solo.

Nat switched off the beacon....and it immediately looped around and began again. She groaned, when she heard a familiar voice come over her comms.

"Nifty, isn't it! My bet is on the drunk getting here first. Maybe he'll first chalk it up to the bottle of fine malt whiskey in his compartment."

Natasha sneered at the beacon, flexing her considerably threatening but rather girlified presence at the comm.

"I don't care what you did to me. Naked or not, I'm going to find you, and-"

"You? Why do you think I chose you, my dear delusional dame? Sure, you've got the reflexes of a cat, but you're just as easy to skin. I think you'll find yourself rather.....absent, when the grand finale is getting on. Unless you'd like every news station in your little world to catch a piece of that.....ass? That's what they call it, the cruder types, right? In any case, my work here is done. I've got other matters to attend to. Don't worry, misery loves company after all."

The comm cut, but the signal kept broadcasting. Nat turned around and glanced over the precipice and her heart sunk even closer to her very bare feet. The streets were crowded with the poor, the homeless, veterans. There were market stalls for those more well off, and inside the buildings she could just make a finely dressed middle class. She knew where she was. Welcome to Sokovia, Naked Nat, she thought hysterically.

Wanda Maximoff recoiled in disgust and rapt disbelief. Her brother Pietro moved to catch her, but she waved him off.

"You're a monster!", Wanda accused.

"The human race will have every opportunity to improve", Ultron stated with a defensive edge.

Pietro stood tall to look this abominable thing in the eye.

"And if they don't?", Pietro wagered to inquire.

Ultron's eyes glossed over in a chillingly human fashion. "Just ask Noah."

"When the Earth starts to settle, God throws a stone at it, and believe me, he's WINDING UP."

Suddenly Wanda felt a strange suctioning sensation on her back, and the touch of plastic to.....bare skin?

She turned her head and noticed the large tube that had affixed itself to her back, and apparently eaten through her jacket. Suddenly a flow of silver cloud-like substance met her and she nearly passed out from shock. She could see.....millions of little eyes. They were eyes.

That was when Wanda also felt the distinct feel of her bare toes inside of her boots, as she felt each fiber of her warm socks fray to pieces. Next, her shirt suddenly turned into dust revealing a surprisingly nice couture bra in red, which soon came open at the front, letting her generous pale breasts bounce free. It was at this point that Pietro became concerned, but in desperation Wanda momentarily blinded her brother, knowing what was to come.

The suction let go and Wanda fought back tears as the beast of metal stared her down, all of her strength and dignity sapping away into the ether....like her clothes.

In moments, her jacket had fallen from her now exposed shoulders and her deep brown locks tickled her neck. Even her bra straps were eaten up as her boots plummeted her , barefoot , onto the metal floor of the vault. Her smooth stomach heaved and she looked around to watch her cream colored panties escape into nothingness, revealing her cute naked butt in all of it's entirety.

Wanda Maximoff now stood opposite the machine menace without a stitch to her name. She threw and arm around to cradle her breasts and hide her large pink nipples, and the other dove between her legs.

Ultron smiled a wicked artificial smile. "Okay, Eve. It's time to leave my Garden. Scurry along. "

"You'll never get away with this. I never would have imagined you could get off on-"

She was interrupted by an icy chuckle.

"Get off!? That's absurd. Emotions, fool. Your humiliation is deliciously entertaining. "

"You can't play God! You can't-", Wanda began to cry for real. Then she realized that in her emotions, she had let go of her hold on Pietro. She looked to him and saw that he was turned away in embarrassment. And for the light-speed man, it was embarrassment. Not only did he not ever want to see what was unfolding here, but his reflexes had failed him. Why, that was almost as embarrassing for him as Wanda's apparent perma-nudity was to her.

He gathered himself, scooped up his sister, and ran. The next few moments were a blur for Wanda. She felt sea breeze on her face and her body, mountain air on her stomach and through her cleavage, the heat reflecting off of glasslike desert sands.

Suddenly she was home.....HOME?!

"Pietro, what are you doing?"

Wanda found herself standing in a cobblestone alley, completely and totally nude. And alone.

"Pietro?"

The speed demon had left her, making careful effort not to step on her toes as he sped away towards anything that might help.

Natasha realized with a start that the beacon was still going. It was time for Naked Nat to make a move. This was going to be her most harrowing ordeal thus far. The red haired beauty prepared to dismount from the building into the alley below......and do..something.