The queue moves

Supergirl staggers a little, frozen in fear now that her underwear is around her knees. She knew her super hero skirt was short, that's why she'd worn fairly large shorts to keep everything covered, but now the size was a hinderance.

Beside her Superman stepped over, but before he had chance to speak the queue begun to move forward once more.

Clearly not paying any attention, the people in the queue behind them began to jostle forward as well and Supergirl felt someone push against her back.

With her legs partially restrained there was nothing she could do and felt herself toppling over, her legs flying wide as she hit the pavement face first.

As she hit, her legs flipped up, somehow catapulting her shorts onto Superman's head, and she found herself laying there, face first on the floor.

It took a moment to feel the breeze and then, rolling over she realised her short red skirt had ridden up around her waist, her pussy on full display to Captain America right behind her, who was already producing a phone from behind his shield, as Superman staggered with her underwear caught over his face.