Not If Betty Brant Has Anything to Say About It

Michelle Jones ran through the streets of New York City, unable to think of a place to hide due to all hooping and hollering from the pedestrians she got as she streaked by. One man was even brave enough to give her a smack on the ass when she ran by him, which was meant to be his way of kindly greeting her.

Michelle’s face was covered in a massive blush that was only growing redder by the minute the more she had to endure the excited cheers and cat-calls from everyone else who wasn’t naked. It was all preventing her from thinking straight and she kept making wrong turns, running into more populated areas.

Eventually, on one turn, Michelle Jones ran into the last thing she’d ever want to see. Betty Brant, who now worked for the Daily Bugle, holding a microphone in her hand and have a whole camera crew beside her.

Betty: Ready for your interview?