Sue Storm Is Increasingly Worried About Dr. Stone

At heart, Sue Storm was a mom. She couldn't help it. As the older sister, she'd had to mother her brother Johnny after their own mother's ****. As Reed's wife, she'd mothered him, because if she didn't then he would spend days in his lab without eating, sleeping, or showering correctly. As a member of the Fantastic Four she was the team mom, making sure everyone was fed and taken care of, even to the point of making sure Reed made accommodations for Ben's size and weight. Then there were her own kids, and...

Karla's little episode weighed on Sue all the way home. As soon as she could get access to the internet, Sue started to look up possible complications from breast augmentation surgery. Eyes went wide as she clicked through the possibility of infection, embolisms, **** interactions. Within an hour, the Invisible Woman had food in the oven and was accessing a S.H.I.E.L.D. database to find Dr. Stone's home address.

It was, very definitely, a violation of the doctor's privacy. Probably a step past what a doctor and patient should have as a relationship. Then again, Sue had to admit, fondling her psychiatrist's tits wasn't exactly normal for therapy either.

That was how, in the early evening, Dr. Stone opened her door, bleary-eyed and wearing nothing but a t-shirt to find Sue Storm there with a hot meal.

"Wha—?" the psychiatrist blinked as Sue gently pushed her way into the apartment. The Invisible Woman cast a glance around the apartment. It was...tasteful, but devoid of character. No pictures of Dr. Stone or her family. No knicknacks or personal touches. The heroine ushered her into a chair at the kitchen table, even as invisible hands opened drawers in the kitchenette.

There were few plates, little silverware. A glance in the fridge showed two bottles of wine and a six-pack of protein shakes. Sue frowned. Many professional women didn't have time to cook, but this was ridiculous. She was living like she'd just gotten out of prison.

"Eat," Sue said, and Dr. Stone was apparently too tired or cowed to say no.

Dr. Stone ate in silence as Sue examined the apartment. The doctor seemed flustered by her patient's presence, but less than she should have been. As if she was afraid to say anything.

"Do you mind if I use the restroom?" Sue asked, unexpectedly.

"N-no. Go right ahead. Just, ah, through the bedroom," Karla murmured.

In the bathroom, Sue took notice of the laundry hamper, and the medicine cabinet. With her smartphone, she took snaps of the antibiotics and painkillers. Noted very carefully the warnings about taking them with ****. The heroine's mind went back to the bottles of wine in Dr. Stone's fridge, and she frowned.

When she came out of the bathroom, she found Dr. Stone standing at the fridge, a bottle of wine in hand. Sue's mom-frown stopped the blonde in her tracks.

"You know that's not good to take with your medication," Sue said.

"I was just...wondering if you wanted a glass of wine," Dr. Stone said. A polite lie, and they both knew it, but Sue let Karla pour her a glass of rosé. Sue drank it slowly, as Karla sat down to finish her meal. A nice, healthy dish of seared chicken breast, fresh spinach, and a rice pilaf.

"Did you really come all the way over here just to mother me?" Karla said, after she finished the meal. The doctor dabbed at her face with a napkin. "Or did you come here to check on these?"

The blonde stood up, and her shirt fell off of her onto the floor. She stood before Sue naked except for her glasses, and the eyes seemed to challenge the Invisible Woman.

Sue finished her wine and stood up.

"I came here," Sue said firmly, "because I was worried about you after you passed out during our session. And now that I've seen how you live, I think I was right to do so. You aren't eating right, and you need to take your medications and look after yourself."

The doctor blinked, taken aback by Sue's words.

"Our therapy sessions have been helping me," Sue said. "So now I'm going to help you! You're going right to bed. I'll be by in the morning for breakfast, and we can go to the gym. Then we're going shopping. You couldn't make a salad with the way your kitchen is right now. I'm going to make sure you get three squares a day and take your meds and get enough sleep!"

Karla's mouth fell open. Sue had seen that deer-in-the-headlights look before, when her mom-voice had come out against some of the superheroines.

"Yeah, okay," Karla said, and the naked villain let Sue Storm guide her back to her bedroom and tuck her in. Before she left, Sue placed a hand on Karla's forehead.

"You don't feel feverish," Sue said. "But I'll be back in the morning, okay? We can go to the gym. Light exercise."

"Okay," Karla said, all the fight drained out of her as Sue bent over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Karla stayed in bed for a long time, even after she heard the door shut—unaware that Sue had taken her wine with her—and the villain Moonstone lay there, with a stomach full of food and aching breasts, and wondered how the hell she was going to explain this turn of events to Doctor Doom.