Sue Storm Raids Mary Jane Watson's Wardrobe

The door to Peter and Mary Jane's apartment opened. No one saw it open; no one saw it close. Nor was anyone there to hear the almost-silent tread of the Invisible Woman's feet as she moved through the small space. Sue Storm's pulse quickened, keenly aware that she was intruding on her friend and ally's personal space—and she had no desire to cause difficulties in their relationship.

Given the shenanigans with devils, temporal resets, clones, and alien symbiotes, Sue was pretty sure that snooping in Mary Jane Watson's closet was a drop in the proverbial bucket.

Said closet held a combination of clothes from thrifting and custom outfits borrowed from various modeling jobs. There were dresses from designers of high fashion alongside vintage retro gear from the 1960s to 2000s. Sue Storm had a closet full of clothes appropriate to a woman with arbitrary wealth who spent most of her time between housewifing and adventuring; she had more mom jeans and maternity dresses, while Mary Jane had...well...actual clothes that fit and flattered her body.

Sue Storm's jaw dropped as she held up the redhead's bra.

"38G? Jesus wept, that hurts my back just looking at it!"

Sue held the cups over her own breasts. It was like trying on her mother's bra. Before kids, she had been a model 32B. After two kids, she was usually a 34C...sometimes up or down a cup size based on her period bloating. But this was...

"Holy hell. Spider-Man gets to fondle these every night. I would have told Mephisto to shove his offer up his..."

The Invisible Woman went invisible and froze in place. Her senses were not superhuman, but she had heard...something. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, gooseflesh rose all over her body. Every sense was almost exquisitely sharp.

Sue held her breath.

She was no longer alone.