Conservative Groups Condemn Sue Storm's Photoshoot

There was a crowd at the base of the Baxter Building. Church groups. Conservative podcasters. Bigots who bore signs calling Sue Storm the Invisible Whore.

"Jerks," Ben Grimm grumbled.

"Just ignore them, sis," Johnny Storm said. "Don't feed the trolls."

Their jeers couldn't reach the quarters where the Fantastic Four lived. Reed Richards adjusted the internet and television settings so that Franklin and Valeria wouldn't see what the prudes were calling her. Quietly, Sue spread the word to her various friends in the superhero community, asking them not to fan the flames, not to push back or comment.

The issue of Superheroines Illustrated sold out. Went into a second printing. Sold out again. Sue was getting offers from all over for additional modeling opportunities. Even a few ambitious porn studios, offering her low seven-figure contracts. The Invisible Woman ignored those.

Instead, she slipped out of the building, unseen and unseeable. She walked among the protestors. With a thought, she could make all those clothes invisible. Expose them for the cheap cowards and prudes they were. Watch them scramble to cover up.

But . . . no. She was a heroine. It wasn't her place to punish these people for exercising their right of free speech.

"Invisible Whore!" A right-wing pastor screamed, almost frothing at the mouth. "Jezebel of Satan!"

Sue Storm shook her head in pity at the minds warped by jealousy at her perfect body.

Then she spotted it. A flash in the sky. Reed's warning crackled through her communicator. The missile was aimed directly at Four Freedoms Plaza. Not at the building. At the crowd in front of the building.

Instantly, Sue Storm raised her arms. A shaped **** field, large enough to protect the entire crowd, curved to reflect the blast up and away, into open air.

Yet she had not anticipated the size of the blast.

It was a nuke.

Sue knew as soon as the explosion hit. The concentration on her personal invisibility slipped as she focused on containing and redirecting the blast upwards. All of a sudden, the ranting crowd around her looked up and saw a nuclear fireball...and in their midst, the object of their resentment, scantily clad in one of her most revealing uniforms, face a mask of concentration as she focused on keeping them all alive.