Dr. Stone Is Suspicious of Reed's Intentions

Karla Stone's eyes narrowed. It couldn't possibly be that easy. It had to be a trick. Had to be.

"Your husband hasn't been replaced by a Skrull or anything, has he?" The psychiatrist asked.

"No, we did the standard challenges," Sue said, turning the device over in her hand. "He just...loves me enough to give me free alien cock to play with whenever I want."

Today, Dr. Stone was dressed in a formal suit. Dark blue, with pinstripes that made her slender, toned figure seem more angular as she sat across from Sue. The psychiatrist's golden blonde hair tied back with a metallic clip. Even her glasses today were dark and narrow, unlike the round frame she had favored when Sue had first met her.

By contrast, Sue was in her Fantastic Four uniform, with only a light jean jacket thrown over the top and blue and white sneakers on her feet. If nobody caught sight of the 4 emblazoned on her chest, the Invisible Woman looked like any other mid-30s MILF out in athleisurewear.

"No one is that magnanimous," Dr. Stone said levelly. "Every man has an angle. Can he see through it?"

"I—don't think so?" Sue said, turning the metal disc around. There was a back side, smooth grey metal, and a front side, which had a ring that was just slightly larger than Sue could open her mouth at its maximum, with the two buttons. No decoration, nothing that looked like a camera.

"And have you tried it yet?" Dr. Stone asked.

"N-no!" Sue bit her lip. "I mean, it's such a sweet gesture, but it's kind of insane. I have no idea what will crawl out of here. Or what I would do with it. I mean, do I really want to suck off some guy in another dimension?"

Dr. Stone considered this. She needed to find out if the device was real. And if so, how to use it in her plans.

"Are you going to?" the psychiatrist said, her voice strangely mellow. She tilted her head, and the angular glasses caught the light from the window in a way that made Dr. Stone's eyes glow. Sue Storm blinked as the gravimetric wave hit her forebrain like happy hour at a dive bar. "Because if not, I might like to borrow it."

"B-borrow it?" Sue said, her brow creased. She held the device in one hand, unsure.

"Certainly. IF you're not going to use it. Or if you think you might be tempted to use it. I could keep it safe for you. Until you're ready for it."

The buzz in Moonstone's skull from Doctor Doom's implants was maddening. His augmentations had increased and focused her power so that her use of gravity was like a scalpel, able to target specific parts of Sue's brain and knock her into a state of suggestibility. But the cost was that the longer she used it, the longer it felt like her skull was going to implode.

"Come on, Sue. Either use it or let me try—"