The Nurse Notices Sue Storm's New Backpiece

Georgia Jenkins, the Night Nurse entered the living quarters of the Baxter Building to find the Invisible Woman dressed in a pair of exercise shorts and a crop top. The exhausted heroine was visibly limping in the kitchen, mixing a smoothie. Yet what caught the nurse's attention was the absolutely obscene black ink that was visible between the top of Sue's shorts and the bottom of her shirt, and which seemed to peek out beneath her shorts onto the back of her thighs.

"Mrs. Richards," Georgia said. "When did you get that tattoo?"

Sue Storm froze. Immediately, her lower back went transparent. It was almost macabre, as though Sue's body had been cut in half, the upper and lower sections floating four inches apart.

"Sorry about that," Sue said awkwardly. "I got a temporary tramp stamp for some undercover work, and it hasn't quite faded yet—I've been applying a dermal gel to—"

"That's not a tramp stamp," Georgia said. "Please bring it back into view."

Sue Storm blinked, but her midriff reappeared. Georgia stood behind her and carefully lifted the back of Sue's shirt. The nurse took in the SOW just above the buttocks, but also the topless, porcine woman surrounded by spurting picks, the lines of erotic poetry and pornographic detail. On Sue's shoulders were the words PULLED PORK and PIG SLUT, dripping with semen from spurting phalluses. The nurse's fingers pulled the shorts down, and she saw the obscene words printed there. INSERT COCK HERE. NO CONDOMS.

The nurse sucked in her breath.

"Mrs. Richards, I don't know exactly what has happened, but this is far more than a tramp stamp," Georgia said. "And it isn't temporary."

Five minutes later, Sue Storm, Nurse Jenkins, and H.E.R.B.I.E. were in Reed's lab, with Sue standing in a chamber, letting colored lights play over her body. A three-dimensional scan of the Invisible Woman's body—she had shed the clothes, too upset to be bothered at the nudity before the nurse—and stared in horror at her own body.

"What...how..." she said. "H.E.R.B.I.E.!"

"Tattoo has expanded 1025%," the small robot said. "The ink content appears to be nearly pure carbon, organized in subcuntaneous dermal layers in patterns that suggest mechanical precision. Microthermal and magnetic resonance suggests a nanite infection."

"That might explain how tired you look," Georgia Jenkins said. "Have you been experiencing any other symptoms?"

"I don't...I don't know," Sue shook her head.

Then she explained about the encounter with Porkum. The crime spree she had been dealing with. Being so tired, collapsing into sleep, eating more but not gaining weight...

H.E.R.B.I.E. beeped. "Unknown nanotechnological structures detected in the cerebellum. The nanites are doing something to your brain."

"They might have been altering your senses," Jenkins speculated. "To keep you from noticing the changes. Or maybe something else. Either way, they need to be dealt with, as soon as possible. I'd recommend we contact Tony Stark immediately. He has experience with nanites."

"No!" Sue said. She sat heavily in a chair, head in her hands. "I can't let anyone else know. The embarrassment..."

"Fuck your pride!" Night Nurse said. "You need high tech medical attention!"

"I need to confront Porkum," Sue said. "He did this to me. He can fix it. He has to—"

A brown hand slapped the blonde heroine. Sue looked up, more shocked than hurt or angry.

"You're not thinking straight," Georgia insisted. "Those nanites are in your brain. Going right back to the villain that did this to you is asking for trouble!"

The nurse took a deep breath.

"But if you don't want to go to Stark—I have another option. They might be able to help. And they're discreet."