After breakfast was finished, the guards instructed them all to get their shower supplies. Kate felt like it made more sense to shower after work, which was next, but she guessed it was nice to get a warm shower to wake up to. They all went back to their respective cells, got their supplies, and lined up to enter the showers.
Titania, who had been escorted to her cell earlier and hadn't eaten breakfast because she had smeared hers against the hospital wall, had grumpily complied too, looking forward to getting clean at least.
The inmates stepped into the shower room. The showers didn't quite give off the impression of cleanliness and it had a sense of being worn down and in need of fixing, despite being practically brand new. Most of the now-adjusted prisoners didn't seem to mind and were just quite relieved as they only got to use this place twice a week (hot water was allegedly costly for the prison budget). All around the assorted super soldiers, witches, aliens, mutants, and spies began instinctively to quickly undress from their dirty jumpsuits and then pick out exactly where they would shower. In just the span of about two minutes everything quickly became quite crowded, and one couldn't avoid having their skin meet someone else's in collision at least a dozen times.
Kate shuffled forwards through the showers, trying to find a free spot. She wasn't sure where to direct her eyes without invading someone's privacy.. She suddenly felt a tug at her wrist as Yelena pulled her towards her.
"Are you lost, Kate Bishop?" Yelena asked with a crispy laugh. She stood there, completely comfortable being naked in front of everyone.
Kate blushed and looked at the ceiling, feeling shy looking at the other naked women. She gasped softly when Yelena took her by the hand and began to drag her along towards some free showers.
Kate's breath hitched as she realised Natasha Romanoff was standing next to them, also showering and very very naked. She hurriedly averted her eyes.
"Hey." Natasha said casually, washing her shoulders with soap. "Good morning."
Yelena smiled at her sister. She eyed Kate, who was still looking away respectfully and chuckled.
"This is Kate Bishop." She nodded her head towards Kate.
"Nice to meet you, Kate Bishop." Natasha smiled genuinely. She had no idea who this was, she seemed new, before she remembered that she had seen Kate on the tour yesterday. She was new.
Kate and Yelena had started showering too. Kate had her eyes on the wall respectfully at first, but couldn't contain herself and peeked at Natasha. Her body was beautiful and Kate could not help but be just a little aroused by her curves.
"How did you meet my sister?" Natasha asked in a friendly tone. Kate caught herself staring, looked up, and connected eyes with Natasha's. She realised the redhead had seen her looking at her body.
"Uhm-" Kate said nervously, gulping. "Funny story actually…" Her mind was blank and she panicked.
Natasha looked at Kate expectantly, smirking softly. It stayed quiet for a while.
"Kate was the archer that stole that suit from Barton in New York. Idiot." Yelena said quickly, laughing.
Someone had approached behind Natasha, and Kate stared in awe as a woman started washing Natasha from behind, touching her shoulders and breasts. Natasha leaned into the touch, letting out a satisfied sigh. "That's perfect, Potts."
Pepper internally grumbled, feeling humiliated basically working as Natasha's slave. She was one of the lowest members of the Widow gang, bottom bitch in fact, and Nat made sure she was given the worst tasks. She hated having to work for the woman that once worked for her and even worse was the forced lesbianism, but that was the price she was forced to pay if she didn't want to have her face buried between the thighs of Hydra or any of the other far scarier groups the prison contained.
"I see. How is Clint?" Natasha asked eagerly. She missed her most trusted companion dearly.
"He's good. Kids are fine. I celebrated Christmas with them." Kate stuttered. She did not dare mention that Clint had kind of betrayed her in the end, she definitely did not want to upset The Black Widow.
Natasha smiled at that news. She wished she could see him again, even if it was once.
"So how did you end up in here then?" Natasha asked. She could feel that Yelena liked Kate, so she tried to show support by acting interested in Kate's story.
"Just broke the law, I guess." Kate replied vaguely. She had a hard time not looking at Natasha, so she moved her eyes over to Yelena instead. She was not prepared for Yelena to be challenging her with her heavily eyelined, hooded eyes. She let her eyes glide over Kate's body almost shamelessly. Kate hurriedly did the same, feeling the shyness disappear. She felt her cheeks flush at this tense moment and something in her lower abdomen tingled.
Kate grabbed a shampoo bottle and squirted some shampoo into her hand. A lot came out because she had squeezed the bottle so hard and splattered on the floor.
Yelena let out a hearty laugh and winked at Kate.
Kate wanted to ask Natasha so many questions. She had adored her since she was a kid, and how she was standing in front of her, naked, in a prison. She felt suddenly brave. "Can I ask you a question?" she said softly. Natasha smiled kindly and nodded.
"What was it like to be part of the Avengers?" She blurted out, hurriedly washing her hair with the tons of shampoo in her hand.
Natasha chuckled attractively. "Well it was awesome." She thought back with a fond smile. "We really were at the top of the world in the beginning."
Yelena rolled her eyes. "Poser."
"How was it to be on a team with only men?" Kate continued, hungry for more information.
"Well, you know, it was difficult at times." Natasha admitted. "But it was me who held the team together. Not anyone else."
"You must miss them." Kate said sadly.
"I'm okay." Nat shrugged. "I've got a good thing going here."
Kate couldn't imagine how prison could possibly be classified as 'a good thing' in any world, as she was unaware of the gang Natasha was the leader of.
"I see….that's good." She replied awkwardly. She stared at the woman who was now massaging Natasha's hair with shampoo carefully, squinting her eyes. She looked familiar.
"Hey, you're Pepper Potts!" She exclaimed, pointing her finger at the woman.
Pepper's eyes widened and she opened her mouth awkwardly. "Yes, I am." She said eventually.
"I didn't know you were in prison! I just thought Tony Stark dumped you!" Kate admitted, her eyes filled with wonder.
"Uhm, no." Pepper said in a depressed voice.
Kate looked at Pepper and then at Natasha, confused why Pepper would be washing the other's back.
"Wait, are you two a couple?" She asked Natasha, noisily.
Natasha let out a laugh, making Pepper flinch. "Your new friend is very funny, Yelena."
Yelena grinned wickedly. "I know." She was finished washing herself and her hair and stood there, catching the water in her hands and letting them fill up, only to throw it at Kate playfully.
Kate didn't understand what was so funny but smiled awkwardly. "Yeah…" She continued washing her hair until someone bumped into her.
Monica apologized hurriedly. She was holding her own shower supplies under her arm tightly and was quickly trying to make her way over to the walled off, more private showers at the end of the room. She did not understand why any of the other ladies weren't using these showers. Why shower in the open when you could have privacy?
She saw a few of the stalls were closed and occupied, but there was one free. It had a small door covering about half her body, and no lock. Still, better than showering in the open. She turned on the shower and felt the warm water run over her skin, relaxing her. This was the first moment since coming here that she felt like herself. As she washed her body with the soap, she closed her eyes happily.
Her moment of bliss was quickly interrupted as the door to her stall whipped over, clanging agains the wall. Jean and Wanda stumbled in, heavily making out. They seemed not to have noticed Monica. They slammed into the wall, and carried on making out.
Jean squeezed Wanda's breasts tightly, making the witch moan in pleasure as they kissed passionately.
A blush crept up Monica's face and she stuttered. "Uhm, this stall is occupied."
Jean briefly looked at her, a smirk on her face and Monica watched as her hand slid down Wanda's abdomen. She gasped as she saw Jean starting to finger Wanda roughly, right in front of her.
Monica realised that nor Jean nor Wanda cared that she was here. She stood frozen until she heard Wanda moan loudly and her fight or flight kicked in. She pushed past the two women, looking to find another stall, until she realised with horror that every single one of them was occupied with women having sex with each other. So this is why people didn't use the walled showers…
Nebula smirked at her from the closest stall, her fingers deep inside Bereet, who yelled out with pleasure. "Wanna join?" She said in her husky, low voice.
Monica shook her head wildly and blindly made her way through the crowd of naked, showering women. She found a free shower, suddenly not so shy anymore to share the public showers with others. At least they weren't having sex.
Her heart was still pounding in her chest, feeling uncomfortable and nervous. How was she ever supposed to feel safe in this prison?
Titania walked through the busy showers in a sort of over-stimulated haze. It had taken the threats of a guard to even get her to step into this tiled hell and then be expected to undress before the entire population of the prison. As soon as her jumpsuit had fallen to the ground there had been stares. As she tried to find an empty spot she couldn't help but think there must have been some mistake. Surely there was a private room she could peacefully wash herself without the ever leering eyes of criminals desperately wanting a piece of her. Unfortunately for the former influencer there was no such place in The Raft and the stares at her flawless body were just something she'd have to get used to, or complain about non-stop (the latter being far more likely with her).
The aroma coming from her fellow inmates wasn't a pleasant one (which made sense since they only showered twice a week), and the showers were almost overwhelmed with the conflicting scents of sweat and the soap. It was nearly gag-inducing for Titania, but most things about her situation were for her.
It took awhile to find a suitable spot in the forest of bare skin, but eventually she found an empty space near the back corner of the room where hopefully no one would really notice her (never in her life had she thought she'd want to go unnoticed but here she was).
Titania put her hand under the stream of water first and was surprised it was actually rather warm. She stepped under the she noticed that the woman to her right, Monica, had in fact noticed her, but only because it was a somewhat familiar face in the sea of strangers. As Titania showered next to her, Monica smiled at her nervously. "Isn't this crazy?" She tried to make casual conversation because she didn't know where to start.
"What? That I'm in prison or that I'm forced to shower alongside violent delinquents?" Titania asked as she turned to Monica. Deep down she was also a little relieved to find someone she could at least vaguely recognise from her intake yesterday that wasn't a mad blue alien or tough PI.
Monica let out a polite laugh. "Both, I suppose." She looked at Titania, who looked as uncomfortable as her to be here. "This must be against some law."
"For real!" Titania exclaimed. "I certainly don't belong in a place like this, and maybe you don't either. I'm not entirely sure what you're in for to be honest." It was at that moment that she remembered she was entirely naked and so she awkwardly tried to cover herself.
"Well, I worked for the gov-" Monica started, but then remembered what Yelena said yesterday on the tour. Don't let them know your story. "Just used my powers against some bad people and they didn't appreciate, I guess." She said vaguely. She remembered that Titania hadn't been there when Wanda had attacked them yesterday, so she had no idea there was a history there. "What about you?"
"I defended myself from a group of haters. It isn't my fault they nearly were killed by a bench" Titania said as she reached for the bar of soap under the showerhead. She pondered how sanitary it really was if it was just sitting there having been used by who knows how many other people, their hair still on it.
Monica politely looked the other way as Titania revealed her body more. "Us supers don't have it easy, do we?" She said with a grin, not realising many others were looking at her with disgust as she said it.
"Not at all! It's so unfair!" Titania appreciated that at least Monica looked away. She seemed like maybe she could be a useful ally here. "How long you in for?"
"I'm actually unsure. I think they said indefinite which is like pretty useless…" Monica said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh yeah, well that sucks" Titania said, ever so compassionate of others. "I got 20 years, which like is a long time."
Monica swallowed heavily. That seemed unimaginable to her. "Jesus…I'm sorry." She felt bad for the other girl even though her own sentence was probably worse than that. "I think the worst part for me is that I went to them for help…and instead they just put me here."
Titania stopped washing her hair for a second and stared at Monica in a state of perplexion. "Why would you turn yourself in?" she asked as if that was simply unimaginable to her.
"Well, I didn't! My powers were getting out of control and I just didn't know what to do." She couldn't really add that she basically grew up with S.W.O.R.D, because that would compromise her. "I guess you just can't trust anyone." She said bitterly.
"Oh and speaking of powers! These collars are actually ridiculous" Titania complained and then an idea came to her. "What powers do you have? Maybe we could like figure out how to shut our collars off and bust out of here." she shared the same thought that almost every inmate in The Raft had had at least once in their incarceration.
"Uhm…" Monica bit her lip, not sure if she should share, also not sure how to describe her powers. "I can do things with energy…kind of. I'm really new to all this." She could hardly mention that Wanda practically gave her her powers, because that would probably make her new friend afraid of her. "But anyway, I can tell you that no one has ever escaped this place successfully."
"What do you mean no one has escaped?" Titania asked angrily. "Look I don't want to spend the next 20 years in this hellhole, it would totally be like worth a shot to try. Unless you like wearing unfashionable orange jumpsuits and showers like these for what…your indefinite stay right?"
"You don't need to get mad at me, I'm just stating the facts. Of course we can try to escape, but the chance it will work is very slim…" Monica said calmly, not letting herself be thrown off guard by Titania's outburst.
"Good" Titania replied in a much calmer tone, now satisfied she'd pressured someone into joining her in her dream of escaping.
"What powers have you got?" Monica said, while washing her body with the soap she had gotten at the end of the tour yesterday.
"Well basically the same as She-Hulk's except totally I came first and am like better in every possible way" Titania smiled.
"She-Hulk, she's the one who attacked you yesterday right?" Monica asked, interested to know what had happened.
"Yeah her!" Titania replied. Out of curiosity she briefly looked over her shoulder at the crowd of other women showering. It didn't take her long to spot the big tall green woman a little away. Jen's harem gently washing their buff emerald prison mommy, soap bubbles running down her muscles as her bitches cleaned her with dedication.
"I see. So you guys have history?" Monica asked carefully. She didn't want to upset her fun but self-centered acquaintance
"Yeah. She took the name of my line of beauty products and tried to say I was the one who stole it." Titania watched the scene unfolding with She-Hulk a little too long before turning back to Monica. "She's always trying to upstage me and prove that she's better. It's like she's got this weird obsession with me." Titania projected.
Monica couldn't hide her frown. "Beauty products?" She couldn't believe this was something of an issue, being so removed from that world herself.
"Yes" Titania nodded. "I'd generously give you a free sample of some of the line if I could. But I can't since clearly this prison doesn't have an understanding of essentials!"
"I'm good, thanks. Well, I'm sorry she makes you feel like that." Monica felt a bit lost for words. She was used to fighting over food or places to live among aliens and was a bit taken aback by something as simple as beauty products. "Okay, so, we can try to get the collars off with your strength, maybe?"
"Wow I totally didn't think to try that already! Great idea" Titania said sarcastically.
Monica sighed. "Well, what's your idea then, genius? My powers probably would do more harm than good."
Titania shrugged "I don't know. I'm not like super sure how these collars work yet."
"We'll think on it. It's only our first day here anyway…" Monica thought about leaving the showers again and being locked up with Nebula and Bereet later. The thought frightened her, but at least for now they would be working in the mines first. Maybe she could ask Carol for some advice on how to deal with Nebula. "How are your cellmates?" She asked curiously.
"I haven't gotten a chance to meet them yet since I was in the infirmary all night. What about yours?" Titania began scrubbing away at her arm with the bar of soap.
"They're not great." Monica admitted. "And that's putting it mildly. But…I'm going to ask my friend for help."
"Not great? Like how not great?" Titania asked less because she cared about Monica being treated poorly, and more because she wanted to know what to expect from her own cellmates.
"Well…" Monica looked around awkwardly, not sure how to put this, and briefly made eye contact with another inmate with horns who immediately challenged her with her eyes. "My roommate pressured me into having sex with her." She blurted out, rather loudly, so that several people looked up.
Titania froze and pointed as Proxima Midnight, another child of Thanos, the woman Monica locked eyes with suddenly stepped closer. She seemed to tower over her, her bare built alien body pressed against her arm. "Oh you're a cute one. I think you have a lot more to worry about right now than your cellmate pressuring you." She said as flicked the bar of soap that was in Monica's hands to the ground.
Monica obviously knew about the saying to never drop the soap in prison, so she stayed stiffly upright. She didn't need the soap that badly. "I suggest you take some distance." She said toughly to the alien-woman.
"Yeah? What exactly are you going to do against me Terran?" Proxima jeered. She brought her right hand hard upon Monica's lower back and began to slide it down her soapy body towards the woman's bottom.
Monica felt herself panicking. It was happening again. She desperately looked around for Carol so maybe she could come and save her, but the blonde was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly she found the strength, her hand grabbed the woman's wrist, stopping the movement. "Stop." She said dangerously.
Proxima grimaced and took a step closer again, reaching with her free hand for Monica's face, when someone else came toppling against the wall right behind her with a loud thud. Proxima spun around to see what had happened and it looked like someone had started a fight of their own.
Just a few minutes prior Jessica Jones had been standing under the stream of hot water hastily rubbing the bar of soap up and down in cylindrical circles against her pale skin. She'd wanted to get out of the showers as fast as possible. It felt like anything could happen at any moment…and clearly she was right as she felt someone lay their hands on her back and begin to try and caress her. "Hi new girl." the stranger cooed as she tried to bring her hand down to Jessica's arse.
That was her mistake as at that moment Jessica instinctively threw a punch that hit them square in the face. There was pop and a cry of pain. Her attempted assaulter stumbled back with an agonised whimper as she gripped her now bleeding nose.
It was at this moment that Jessica was able to catch her appearance. She was a rather short scrawny looking young woman with curly red hair. It was Karli Morganthau, the super-soldier terrorist who couldn't manage to actually come up with a legit cause from about a year ago. Jessica vaguely remembered hearing about her in the news. Clearly she'd gained some…interesting new political ideologies behind bars as displayed by the extent of Hydra themed prison tattoos that stretched down her freckled body. The two most predominant ones being the massive Hydra skull with its tentacles wrapped around her tits and the swastika on her abdomen.
"What the fuck?!" Karli shrieked just before Jessica grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the wall hard. Jessica's nails dug into Karli's flesh just slightly and she looked at her with a burning fury, but it wasn't just rage at her assaulter. No, it was a terrible mix of that with her utter rage at being in this place at all. "What the actual hell?!"
"Bitch!" Karli hissed
"Call me a bitch again. Compare me to a dog. An animal that you can kick and collar. Say it." Jessicca challenged Karli. Practically daring her to repeat herself just to give her some excuse to take her aggression out on the creep before her. Her grip grew tighter and it suddenly became hard for Karli to breath. Her breaths became quick and shallow. She tried to kick but her attempts to escape her grasp were unsuccessful. Her throat ached as air struggled to pass through and she suddenly began to visibly panic. She already knew that her gang wouldn't come to protect her at this moment because she'd made a fool of herself. Hydra was harsh in even how they treated their own, especially members that hadn't been loyal for very long.
Karlie choked out a meagre "I-I'm sorry" It was her first attempt at taking a new arrival and this had gone horrifically wrong.
"Touch me again I'll put your head through a wall. Got it?!" Jessica growled
The Nazi girl fearfully nodded.
"I asked you a question" Jessica applied more pressure to her neck
"Y-yes I got it!" Karli managed to gasp
"Good" Jessica instantly let her go, allowing her to drop to the ground. Karli slipped and nearly tumbled into Jessica as her feet touched the wet floor. She hurriedly made her way out of the showers.
When Jessica looked up, she saw Trish staring at her from across the room, a smirk on her face. Jessica briefly returned the glance before storming away in a huff. She'd had enough of the showers for one day.