Sue Storm Doesn't Trust Porkum.

The Invisible Woman's eyes narrowed. She could barely hold it together. The sickly glow of the Defraudium crystal played on her, and Sue could feel it becoming more and more difficult to maintain the **** field that held Porkum.

"I'm going to take you in," Sue said, after a moment. "We'll see if your story checks out. If you're innocent, you'll be free to go. In the meantime..."

Sue Storm limped away from the Defraudium crystal. Her invisible forcefield closed about the struggling, squealing pig-man, and he was carried aloft behind her. Every step toward the door felt like a spike driven through her brain, but Sue felt a little stronger the further she got from the crystal. Once she was out of the room, she breathed a little easier. Porkum grunted as he squirmed for purchase, but stronger beings than him had failed to escape from the Invisible Woman's **** fields.

Out away from the Defraudium, Sue took a moment to lean against a support column, to take the weight off her wounded leg. She felt better the further away she got from the radioactive crystal. Stronger, more confident. Yet she wasn't completely her usual self yet.

Porkum's eyes narrowed. He saw an opportunity.

"There are some paper towels in the kitchen," he said. "If you'd like to wipe your face, before you call in the cops. Unless you want to meet them looking like that."

Sue looked back at him. His words reminded her that she looked like the aftermath of a bukkake shoot.

"Where?" she asked, distrust in her voice.

He directed her. There were paper towels—and a sink, and soap. Though her head pounded, Sue did her best to wash the sticky jizz out off her face and hair. There wasn't much she could do about her shirt, however. The heroine stared down at her cum-stained top and frowned. There would be no way to explain that away.

"You could go home and pick up a fresh top," Porkum suggested. "I mean, you guys must have some sort of cell for super-badguys, right? You don't have to turn me over to the cops."

Hard blue eyes found his. Sue Storm hadn't thought of that. She'd planned to hand Porkum over to S.H.I.E.L.D. or S.W.O.R.D. Maybe even the X-Men, if he really was a mutant. Of course, that would mean admitting to them what had happened to her so far. Which would be embarrassing. And the X-Men wouldn't be very cooperative if he was a mutant; they put the X-gene above the common good, a lot of the time. The government agencies might well just stick Porkum into super-prison and Sue would never get any answers out of him. Or worse, they might cut a deal with him.

"It's just, I'm technically an illegal alien. Strange new dimension and all," Porkum said. "And I've seen how you people treat immigrants here."

Sue's frown deepened as she considered that.

"I'd be happy to answer any questions you have," Porkum said, with his best disarming grin. It came across as a leer. "And hey, maybe you've got an interdimensional portal that'll send me back to my own dimension? That'll be a lot better than disappearing into some government black hole. They'll probably dissect me."

"Vivisect," Sue Storm said, with a sigh. "When they cut you open alive, that's vivisection. And no, I won't take you to the cops. You'll be incarcerated at the Baxter Building, until I can figure out what to do with you."

The Invisible Woman wasn't happy with that decision. But there seemed little other option.