Sue Storm Mentors Several Troubled Young Heroes

"...and we've been seeing some problems with substance **** in the young hero community," Maria Hill said.

Sue Storm sat up. The S.H.I.E.L.D. briefing had been fairly boring so far, focused on coordination efforts with S.W.O.R.D., movements by H.Y.D.R.A. and A.I.M., and other chess-moves by agencies marked by suspiciously cool acronyms. Yet this was something that hit on what she had been talking about with Dr. Stone.

"Who?" Sue asked. "And what kind of substances?"

"Mutant growth hormones," Maria said. "And it's mostly young heroes in the New York/New Jersey area. All 18 or 19 years old, predominantly male. You know the ones: the younger Spider-Man, the Patriot, Speed, Amadeus Cho. They're a bucket of hormones and under a lot of stress and social pressure to perform, and they're turning to super-**** to help. We're thinking of trying to pair them up with older mentors, male role models that can set a good example."

"Or," Sue Storm said. "What about women mentors? If they're so testosterone-driven, maybe what they need isn't an older man, but a more mature women to help keep them on the straight and narrow."

Maria Hill raised an eyebrow.

"Are you volunteering?"

"Yes," Sue Storm said with confidence. "I am. These young men need help. They're good people, they just need someone to be a little stern with them."

"Alright," Maria said. "Well, let's try a meeting. You can get to know them, maybe find out where they're sourcing the **** from. If we can break up the distribution and production network, that'll be something, at least."

"Count on me!" The Invisible Woman said.

Sue Storm stared at herself in the mirror. The young heroes were due in soon, and she wanted to make a good impression. She couldn't meet them covering everything below the neck. They'd just see her as a frumpy old mom, spoiling their fun.

So Sue had selectively edited her costume. Elbow-length white gloves and thigh-high white boots; a tight two-piece that bared her taut, toned midriff, and had a V cut-out to show a bit of cleavage. Her blonde hair was cut in a more boyish cut, close on the sides and longer in the back. A little bit of blue and white lipstick and eyeshadow and...

"Is that what you're wearing?" Reed Richards asked, as his neck stretched out of the bathroom.

"I don't want to be uncool," Sue said. "You think the boys will like me?"

Straight-faced, the most intelligent man in the world stared at her buttocks, hugged tight in her unstable molecule booty shoorts and said.

"I think you'll definitely make an impression."