"Well, this is just perfect." Bobbi Morse, AKA the mouthy Avenger known as Mockingbird, mutters as she lays on the floor of a HYDRA prison, her arms bound behind her back and threaded through the leg holes of her green boyshorts, sticking out of a hole on her uniform and pulled up into a wedgie.
She tries to struggle, which just makes the wedgie worse, causing her to sigh. "Well, it could be worse. Or, it could be a lot better, who knows. At least I'm wearing pants, this would be much more humiliating if I was still wearing the bathing suit costume."
She props herself up with her knees, lifting herself into a sitting position so she can get up, then tries to find a way out.
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