Mysterio

For a moment, limbo was silent. Dozens of the most evil and insane minds in the multiverse bent their thoughts toward the doom that awaited Susan Storm. Their eyes scanned the data that Doom had collected, sought for weaknesses. Plans were crafted, discarded, and new avenues of attack considered.

Then a strange figure stepped forward. A cape billowed behind him, a shade of purple that faded into the mist that issues from hidden projectors. His green costume drew the eye and seemed to conceal nothing of his long, fit frame—but that was simply the first level of misdirection. Like any good stage magician, Mysterio only showed his audience what he wanted them to see.

Which did not include his face. The spherical mask that contained his head concealed his features entirely. Doctor Doom stood stolidly as the minor villain, one of Spider-Man's innumerable rogue's gallery, stepped forward. The iron mask of the monarch of Latveria was set in an eternal grimace, but the hard eyes behind that mask glimmered with interest. Mysteriowas a master of misdirection, psychology, and illusion. Doom, versed as he was in sorcery, seldom gave thought to such cheap tricks...and yet, he recognized how effective they could be.

So he heard Mysterio as he laid out his plan.

"The Fantastic Four's defenses are formidable," Mysterio spoke, his theatrical voice oddly distorted by some mechanism in his mask. His gloved hands gestured in an instinctive effort to draw Doom's eyes, but the armored figure resisted that instinct, focused instead on the tiny energy fluctuations his armor's sensors detected in Mysterio's suit. "What is needed is an attack from an unexpected direction—one that does not appear to be an attack. Something that will draw Susan Storm out and make her susceptible to further manipulation. Something that catches her at her most ****. Her most...exposed."

Mysterio held up his hands. An image flickered into life, a crude hologram. One that showed a very naked Susan Storm, her charms on full display.

"The internet," Mysterio said. "Is made for porn. A carefully seeded set of images will be impossible to trace, and the perverts of the world will share them on their own. Reed Richards will never be able to stop it—and Susan Storm will be sure to see it. I can guarantee that."

Doom considered the plan. It was certainly nothing he would have come up with. Yet he had questions.

"What kind of images?" the dictator's voice rasped from behind his mask. "And how can you guarantee her reaction?"

Mysterio's mask hid his grin. The holographic image of the naked superheroine shifted between his fingers.

"Because they will come from someone she trusts," Mysterio said. "A willing pawn who wills tumble across the images in the normal course of her efforts to control her own image, and will share them with her friend out of legitimate concern."

Behind his mask, Doom's lips twitched into a smile. The plan had value. At least, it was worth an effort.

AT THE BAXTER BUILDING

As Sue Storm stepped out of the shower, she ran the towel over her naked body. Golden hair hung wet as she patted herself down. She always enjoyed a nice hot shower after a hard workout. It was hard work to keep her figure after two pregnancies, but her work as a mother and superheroine demanded she keep in shape. There was a hint of abs on her toned stomach, and as she stepped on the scale she smiled to see that she still weighed the same as she did at university. Trimmer and fitter than many women half her age.

The Invisible Woman's smartphone beeped and buzzed as she slid into her underwear. As she pulled on the tight, form-fitting pants of her uniform, an invisible forcefield lifted the phone from where it lay across the room and brought it to her. An invisible hand tapped in her passcode and the screen opened to show a text message from Janet Van Dyne...an image...images...and Sue Storm's eyes went wide with recognition. A crimson blush spread across her cheeks. She paused, half-naked and stared dumbfounded at the screen, at the familiar face framed by blonde hair.

It was her.