Sue Storm Beats Mandrill Senseless

An invisible fist smashed into Mandrill's snout. Blood splattered the **** field as his head snapped back. The Invisible Woman, still naked and unseen, raised her hands and set her legs in the boxer's stance that Ben Grimm had taught her. Her arms and body moved, and the invisible fists moved with them. While she could have done it standing still, the movement helped Sue visualize the movements, the contact, and to judge the **** of impact.

She didn't want to kill him.

Well, she did. Mandrill was **** scum that preyed on women.

But she wasn't going to. She was a hero. She would beat him **** and make sure he pissed blood tonight, but she wasn't going to kill him. That would be crossing a line.

With a particularly hard right cross, Mandrill fell hard against a tree, cracking his head. He slumped, face swollen and bleeding.

Dr. Stone got on her knees and tried to crawl over to his cock.

Sue grabbed the other woman with her arms of invisible **** and dragged her back and away. The other woman fought with surprising strength, and Sue realized if she wasn't using her own powers, the befuddled woman would probably have overpowered her. The Invisible Woman frowned at that, and sighed. She reached into Dr. Stone's pocket and borrowed her phone, to dial a number she had long ago memorized.

"Maria Hill? This is Sue Storm. The Mandrill attacked. I've knocked him out, but I need a pick up, I'm trying to hold back a civilian...yes...okay, great."

Sue sighed, feeling consciously her lack of clothing. She kept her distance from Mandrill's body, unwilling to come into contact with her pheromones, even while he was ****. Dr. Stone was babbling, struggling, frothing at the mouth. The Invisible Woman's heart ached to see her therapist—well, no, she was more than that, Sue admitted; a friend, at least—she hated to see her friend like this.

Within minutes, S.H.I.E.L.D. rolled in, Mandroids and agents in full biohazard suits zeroing in on the phone's signal. Sue made her head visible, and pulled Dr. Stone close. Maria Hill approached them, her features visible through a biohazard suit's clear faceplate.

"Civilian?" Maria asked.

"My therapist," Sue said with a tight smile, her voice distorted through the **** field. "We were out for a walk. How long do Mandrill's pheromones last?"

"They're addictive. Initial contact can wear off in a few hours, followed by withdrawal," Maria Hill said. "And they can cling to her hair and clothes. She needs to be scrubbed. You want to release her into our care?"

"No!" Dr. Stone said, trying to back away from Maria Hill. "Sue, don't! Don't let them take me! Please..."

"I'll take care of her," Sue said.