Sue Needs Another Bottle of Pills Within Days

The call woke Dr. Stone up in the middle of the night. Outside her apartment window, shooting stars fell in blazing trails over the city.

Then one zoomed past her window. She swore that it had a swastika on it. Absently, Dr. Stone answered the call.

"Doc? I need more pills!" The Invisible Woman said.

The villain rubbed at her eyes with one hand.

"It's been three days," Dr. Stone said drowsily. "It was a week's prescription. What have you been doing?"

"Space Nazis!" Sue said, and then there was a pounding at her door. "I got stressed!"

Karla Sofen was in a sheer nightie, without panties or bra. It was how she normally slept. Her eyes widened as she realized that Sue Storm was standing outside of her apartment right now, a junkie in need of her fix, and her gaze flicked over everything, making sure there were no hints of her supervillain career. Then she ran a hand through her sleep-mussed hair and opened the door.

Sue Storm's costume was ripped, singed, and showing far too much skin. One sleeve was torn off at the shoulder, and the blonde heroine's eyes were wide and frantic, the pupils dilated. Even Moonstone was taken aback at the manic energy that radiated from the normally prim and proper heroine.

"What the hell happened to you!?" Dr. Stone said, her carefully constructed doctor's demeanor slipping from her.

"SUPER Space Nazis," Sue said. "They've got cloned Atlanteans. There was an...incident...and the battle got closer to Earth than we wanted. They keep trying to capture me for breeding stock."

There was a noise in the hallway behind Sue. Over her shoulder, Dr. Stone could see blue-skinned men in Speedos and globular helmets filled with water round the corner, dieselpunk rayguns in their hands. Sue turned away and flicked her left arm. An invisible hand smashed them against the far wall. Hard.

"Anyway, I may have used a little too much and my shield slipped and I'M REALLY STRESSED AND COULD USE SOME MORE PILLS RIGHT NOW!"

The Invisible Woman was shouting, her arm extended out behind her shaking with fury and need, the wall behind the Atlantean Space Nazis cracking with **** as they were ground into the ancient brownstone's bricks.