Sue Storm Is Worried About The Early Period

"Sue?" Alicia Masters said. "Is something wrong?"

They were sharing a cup of tea. The children were engaged with their lessons. Ben and Johnny were helping Reed with something that involved plasma and an unstable gravity source. A rare moment of girl time—and Alicia, for all of her blindness, could be more perceptive than other women that Sue knew.

"My period," Sue said, resting a hand over her tight and toned midriff. "With all the exercise I do, the dieting to keep my body fat down, my period is sometimes irregular. But it's a week early."

"Oh," Alicia said. Then, with unerring instinct: "Menopause?"

"That's what I'm afraid of," Sue said with a sigh. "I'm a little young for it, but—"

"You have two beautiful children already," Alicia noted. "And your previous pregnancies were difficult. Life-threatening."

"I know that, I know that," Sue Storm said. "I just don't like the idea of being infertile. It makes me feel like less of a woman."

The blind woman sipped her tea. She had heard the strain in Sue's voice. The pain. The period cramps must be especially bad.

"You could ask your doctor. It might just be a one-off, an illness—" Alicia suggested.

"—or ovarian cancer," Sue finished for her.

"Don't jump to conclusions. I'm just saying you should gather more information before jumping to conclusions. Or doing anything rash," Alicia said.

"What do you mean rash?" Sue asked.

"You're on your period now, but you have a husband. You're afraid you can't have a baby. It seems obvious what you can do about that, if you have a mind to," Alicia said, perhaps more blunt than normal.

Sue thought about it.

"You're right."

Fertility: 01%

Arousal: 54%

Time Until Next Ovulation: 13 Days, 8 Hours, 19 minutes

Porkum stared at the numbers and drummed his thick fingers on the table. Janet van Dyne, the Wasp, was currently six inches tall, naked, and rubbing her entire body against the pink elephant's trunk that emerged between his legs. He ignored her, doing his best to think.

"Gotta separate her from her husband. Dial up her to peak fertility and arousal, spunk her hard. A bastard will put paid to that marriage," he said. "But how do I get her on her own?"

A tiny voice spoke from the direction of his knee.

"I can help," the Wasp said.