Get Distracted And Leaves The Porn In Her Bedroom

In the master bedroom, Sue let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her invisibility faded out, and she reappeared. She placed the bag on the bed as she shed her civilian disguise, to reveal her Fantastic Four uniform underneath. All the way across Manhattan and back and left her sweaty, like after a good job—and the one thing unstable molecules weren't very good for were being a breathable fabric. Sue could feel the sweat stick to her skin, and trickle down her legs to her boots. At that moment, the Invisible Woman wanted nothing more than to take a shower—after she secured the bag of porn somewhere no one would look for it.

Which was when there was a soft knock on the door, and a soft, high-pitched voice that set every nerve on end.

"Mom?"

It was that tone of voice that activated every mom-instinct in Sue Storm's brains. It immediately commanded all of her attention.

"Yes baby?" Sue said. The Invisible Woman had faced down insectoid cosmic conquerors from the Negative Zone, yet she froze like a deer in the headlights as Valeria cracked the door open a little.

"Unca Spidey gave Unca Johnny a webshooter and Unca Johnny was playing with it in the exercise room and it went down Unca Ben's throat and now Unca Ben can't breath and Unca Johnny tried to give him mouth-to-mouth and got all the webfluid in his mouth now HE can't breath and Daddy is in the lab with the 'Do Not Disturb, This Means You Valeria, Go Ask Mommy' sign and there's screaming from behind the door and Frankie and Unca Spidey are out getting hotdogs for everybody..."

Sue was half-way out of the door before her daughter had finished the explanation. The Invisible Woman had left home for a couple of hours, and now half of them were **** on web-fluid and Reed was violating the laws of physics. Again. The blonde heroine ran down the hallway toward the exercise room, Valeria in tow, ready to clear her beloved idiots' airways.

The bag with the porn, the photos, and the dildo was left unguarded on her bed.

Which meant that Sue Storm was not there to see a figure open the door to her bedroom. A curious individual who discovered the bag and began to examine its contents. While the Invisible Woman was preoccupied using invisible **** fields to pull the web fluid from Ben and Johnny's esophagi, the individual had several minutes to examine the contents. To run their hands along the packaging of that strange sex toy, the sealed box with its oddly hypnotic holofoil packaging, and to open that manilla envelope.

Even as the Thing and the Human Torch sputtered and sucked down air, Spider-Man arrived, with Sue's firstborn in tow, a dozen steaming hotdogs between them.

The figure in Sue's bedroom heard the commotion of their entrance. In a flash, a decision was made. The figure placed everything back in the bag, and left the way they had come. To the casual eye, everything was as it had been before Sue's rapid flight. A few minutes later, the Invisible Woman would return, munching on a hot dog with curry ketchup, to hide her bag of porn away from the prying eyes of her family.

Except now, someone else in the Baxter Building knew her secret.