Ororo Munroe AKA Storm

Sue Storm stood on the roof of the pork packing plant, the sights and sounds of Manhattan playing about around her. Millions of people, going about their day. Most of them unaware of anything except the surface of things. What the news and the internet told them. What they could see with their eyes. They knew that costumed figures of myth and legend existed in their midst, tried to get selfies with alien heroes and vigilantes, never aware of Subterranea beneath their feet, or the horrors in the dimension just next door. Thousands each day drove past 177A Bleecker Street, where the Sorcerer Supreme had his Sanctum Sanctorum; never looked up as Spider-Men and -Women swung overhead.

A part of her envied them. They lived lives of quiet ignorance, safe and secure, never aware of what monsters lurked, just out of sight. Sue shivered, suddenly cramping as her pussy squelched.

Even heroes had their blind spots.

The wind picked up, and a regal figure dropped from the sky, borne aloft by the winds that were her birthright to command. High cheekbones, white eyes, dark skin like rich mahogany, and streaming white hair swirled freely, kept out of her face by a dark headpiece. Today, Sue saw Ororo Munroe favored one of her classic costumes, a black one-piece that left her arms bare and had a billowing half-cape connected to her wrists by cuffs. She landed lightly on her heels and stood tall, regal, imposing.

A goddess made flesh.

"Susan," Storm said. "I got your message. The mutant is here?"

The Invisible Woman nodded. She had gone for one of her less conservative costumes, with white leggings over a miniskirt that just barely hid her lack of panties, a 4 cutout on her cleavage. If Ororo noticed, she gave no indication.

"Yes. I was going to arrest him, but he claimed to be a refugee from another dimension—I thought it a good idea to contact someone who would understand and be able to help him, instead of turning him over to S.H.I.E.L.D. or the justice system," Sue said.

"And I appreciate that," Ororo said with a nod. "But why didn't your husband help him?"

Sue frowned. This was the part she had the most reservations about. The lie she had to sell.

"Reed has been watching FOX News lately," she said. "Saying things. He won't use the M-word around Franklin, but I think it's a major reason why he won't send him to Xavier's school."

"A pity," Ororo said, immediately sympathetic. "How can people so intelligent believe in such rank prejudice?"

"I don't know," Sue said, and led her to the door that would take them down to Porkum's lair. "But anyway, that's why I'm keeping this just between us, at least for now. I hope you understand. Our marriage has been a little strained lately, but with the kids...and the money..."

"Susan," Ororo said, putting a sisterly hand on the Invisible Woman's shoulder. "I was married once, too. I know very well how difficult divorce is. I cannot imagine how much more difficult it would be with children involved. You have my complete support."

Sue smiled.

"Thank you, Ororo," she said, and she felt a wet rivulet run down her thigh as Porkum's pheromones began to be pumped into the crowded elevator. Ororo's lips suddenly looked very...kissable. "I appreciate that. I really do."