Sue Discusses Her Daydreams With Dr. Stone

"Now—I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but I want to be honest and forthcoming about this process," Sue Storm said, as she clutched the teacup in her hands. "But lately I've been having very frequent daydreams about you."

Dr. Stone offered a calm, reassuring smile. She breathed in the steam from her own cup of tea and held the moment before she blew gently across the surface and took a sip.

"Well, there's nothing unusual about that," the psychiatrist said. "A new authority figure in your life. You always did have an attraction to authority figures, didn't you?"

Sue's eyes narrowed. Her forehead crinkled.

"I wouldn't say so. I've only ever really been attracted to Reed—"

Dr. Stone tilted her head. For a moment, the sun did that trick where it caught the psychiatrist's golden hair just right, so that it seemed to form a halo around her skull. Almost immediately, Sue's eyelids dropped to half-mast.

"Really? Namor, King of Atlantis. T'Challa, King of Wakanda. Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Enterprises. Black Bolt, King of the Inhumans. Captain America, leader of the Avengers. Doctor Doom, King of Latveria. Thor, Prince of Asgard. You're surrounded by authority figures. Don't tell me you've never imagined any of them...sexually?"

Sue Storm's eyes blinked slowly. The steam from the cup rose and seemed to catch in the blonde heroine's eyelashes, which were so heavy.

"I—I mean—who wouldn't...?" she managed.

"Exactly. And that's just the men. I'm sure you've had idle daydreams about some of the women too. Maria Hill at S.H.I.E.L.D.; Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club; Medusa, the Queen of the Inhumans..." Moonstone listed as if ticking off a mental list.

As she spoke, images seemed to fill Sue Storm's head. Emma Frost's tight outfits. That time she had caught Medusa in the altogether, her nipples and crotch barely hidden by strands of animate red hair. Maria Hill's ass in those tight jumpsuits that S.H.I.E.L.D. made them wear.

"I...guess..." Sue admitted guiltily.

"So you see, Susan?" Dr. Stone said, an edge of exhaustion in her voice. "Perfectly normal. In fact, I think it's healthy. It shows an active imagination, an active sex drive. Really, you should appreciate these little flights of fancy. As long as they don't become anything...more."

"More," Sue repeated, as her head began to dip.

Then, as suddenly as the mood came over her, the instant passed. Sue's head shot up and she blinked rapidly.

"Sorry, I must be tired," she said, to cover the faux pas.

Dr. Stone smiled. "Not at all. I'm glad we've had this little talk Susan. It is important to pay attention to your dreams, after all. What your subconscious is trying to tell you. Perhaps you might even start keeping a dream-journal?"

"Thank you," Sue said, and took another sip of her tea. It was still warm, though the flavor was oddly metallic. "I might just do that."