Sue Storm Shares Some Photos

It was late at night. Sue Storm was tired. The battle with the Klaw over a shipment of Wakandan vibranium had run past the kids' bedtime. Reed was talking with T'Challa and Iron Man about some sort of sonic containment unit for sound-based villains. Sue just wanted to shower and sleep.

But first," she thought to herself. A minute on X-CAPE.

CAPEDCOCKHOUND: And I'm telling you, I can still see my pantyline.

QUEENCUCKOO: It isn't sanitary to go without, darling.

MILFWOMAN: You can get low-profile briefs - that's what most of the men do - but honestly I prefer a thong. As long as you keep your pubes trimmed, it prevents a cameltoe situation.

MOMMACAT: Prove it! Pics or GTFO.

Sue Storm frowned. MOMMACAT was such a bitch. Still...she could...

It took a little maneuvering, using an invisible forcefield to get it in just the right position. Even then, Sue had to press the button blind, and took several shots, just to make sure she caught it.

MILFWOMAN: THERE. See? NO LINES.

NOTTHATBLACKCAT: ...by the ancestors.

MOMMACAT: Meow.

CAPEDCOCKHOUND: That is...um. I don't think I can fill a suit that well.

QUEENCUCKOO: But how do we know you're wearing a thong?

CAPTAINFRANCE: If she shows us anymore, we're going to know her secret identity.

Sue Storm swallowed hard. Her cheeks blushed. She hadn't thought that she was possibly exposing her secret identity. Of course, there were enough women heroines running around in blue that could be anyone's big juicy butt. Right?

Such thoughts rolled around in Sue Storm's head as the app gave a soft *plink*.

She had a private chat request.