Call In A Favor

The Invisible Woman stared at the heavy metal rings. No seams. No way to easily remove them, without literally cutting them from her flesh.

Cut...

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue Storm said. "Contact Wolverine. I'm calling in a favor."

There had been a time when a replacement Fantastic Four was needed. Heroes and heroines who had filled in when one or more members of the FF had been incapacitated. Who were still, technically, on call and available if there was a need.

Now, Sue Storm had a need.

Logan arrived at the Baxter Building on his motorcycle. He drove the machine straight into the lobby, into the elevator, and rode it up to the Fantastic Four's living quarters. Sue Storm stood waiting for him there, wearing the bottom of her standard costume, and a loose button-up pajama top that almost hid her new additions. She was glad, at least, that he wasn't smoking one of his nasty cigars as he walked the bike into the living room.

"Sue," he said in greeting.

"Logan," she smiled. "Thank you for coming. I have a...unique problem that requires your help. And discretion."

He raised one black eyebrow.

"Where's Reed and the rest of 'em?" he said. Then his nostrils twitched. "You're hurt."

"Another dimension," she said. "And yes. Some days ago, I was shot with a radioactive bullet that temporarily negated my powers. Last night, I was assaulted again. The same villain...left me with something. I'd like your help in removing them."

Wolverine nodded. His blue eyes were fixed on her breasts.

"Show me," he said.

Sue Storm blushed as she unbuttoned her pajama top. She hadn't bothered with a bra. Her breasts hung there, the dark nipples weighted down by the heavy, large-gauge rings. Wolverine stepped off the bike and lifted the right nipple-ring.

"Adamantium. Thick. But..."

He held the ring between thumb and forefinger. A single adamantium claw extended from his other hand. With the delicacy of a surgeon, he slid it into the space between Sue's nipple and the metal of the ring.

It was a tight fit. The heroine quivered as the blunt back of the claw carressed her hardening nipple. Then there was a quick, violent motion.

The broken ring slipped free, leaving just the hole. Logan did the other ring in the same way. No leers, no unnecessary contact. Sue appreciated that.

"The holes have already healed up," he grunted. "They might close in time, unless you plug 'em with something. Now, tell me the rest of it. Who did this to you—and where can I find 'em?"