Sue Storm Breaks Into Moonstone's Office

The thing about using StarkTech for the privacy and security of your office, Sue Storm thought to herself as she touched a small device to the familiar door of Dr. Karla Stone, aka Karla Soffen. Is that I know Tony Stark personally.

There was a beep, and the door unlocked. Sue Storm walked into the empty space. She stood in the dark for a moment, the office lit only by the lights of the city through the window. The moon hung over Central Park, and she could clearly see the chairs that they sat in, the little table with its tea pot, Dr. Stone's desk.

Not Dr. Stone, Sue told herself. Moonstone.

Sue concentrated, and the uppermost layer of the office went transparent. She could see the stuffing and springs beneath the fabric of the chairs, the hidden devices in the walls, ceiling, floor, and especially the desk. As she stepped forward, Sue felt like a princess in a castle of glass. She could see the bottle of whiskey that Karla kept in the bottom drawer of her desk. The hidden sensors and communication devices in the desk itself. Hidden doors in the walls revealed small rooms. One appeared to be a sauna; another held a kind of gynaecologist's chair. What their purpose was, Sue wasn't sure.

Yet she knew they must have been intended for her.

"What were you planning to do to me?" Sue whispered aloud as she got down on her hands and knees behind the desk. It was the work of a moment to attach the small drive that Tony had devised to the normally-hidden access plug on the desk equipment. A tiny stick that would map out the network, record and infiltrate the network of whoever was controlling this. All she needed was another session or two, and they would have Moonstone and whoever was behind her.

Sue could still smell some of Karla's perfume...and then she noticed something else. Buried next to the bottle of whiskey was a crumpled pair of panties and bra. Sue took them out and examined them. A slow smile on her face as she plucked the forgotten underwear from the bottom drawer. Held them up to her face. Breathed in that strangely familiar scent of her.

I should leave these as I found them, Sue told herself. Yet she remembered her session in the communications room. The way she had touched herself, fixated on Karla's tits. Unsure, even now, how much of that had been Moonstone messing with her head somehow, and how much of that had just been...her.