Susan heads to SHIELD for help.

The supermodel hugged herself with her sex-**** counterpart sitting next to her while the two watched Susan Storm pilot the Fantasticar. What they went through was horrifying. Whatever pretense of safety they thought they had was a complete fallacy. The three worst version of themselves had completely taken over, depowered them all and twisted the others insane with hatred and rage. Sue remained silent at the controls as she flew the Fantasticar, leaving the other two sitting behind her to trade whispers of worry.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know…” Whispered the model in a hushed tone. “I think we’re heading to SHIELD or something.”

“Who are THEY?”

“They are the top branch of international security for the globe, tasked with dealing and containing meta-human threats internationally… And they’re run by an eye-patch wearing jerk who would just as likely have us in chains OR on his roster of super powered world police.” Sighed Susan, turning in her chair and stroking her fingers through her hair, a look of stress and worry on her **** face as she looked to the two women and tried to keep up a smile. “I can’t trust them so much as throw them but right now they are our only chance of getting my family back and stopping those three from doing something apocalyptic.”

“How much trouble could they cause?” Asked the model, sitting up a bit and looking out the window where she could see the sun setting into early evening while she spotted something off into the horizon. “I mean, no offense but Reed could hardly control it, what makes you think they can?”

“Doesn’t matter if they can or not, that portal is a window to other worlds, and let’s face it, the last few tries we ended up with a vampire, a dictator, a steel-clad bitch, a cold-hearted goddess and my worst personal nightmare. Who’s to say what comes out next won’t be as bad as my cosmic counterpart?”

Something caught Susan’s eye when she noticed one of the other women cradling a device in her lap, recognising quickly as the empathy ray they were going to use on the riot in Times Square earlier today.

“Where did you pick THAT up?”

Looking back up to Susan and the device in her lap, the former sex-**** sat the thing in front of her and traced her fingers over the buttons. “I grabbed it when we ran from the laboratory, it was the only thing I could think of doing… Besides run.”

Distracted by the radio on the dashboard, Susan turned in her seat and tapped the microphone over her ear. Chatter from the SHIELD helicarrier communications was reaching out to the Fantasticar and Susan was responding back, nodding as she was given instructions where to land while a pair of harrier jets flanked and followed her to the massive flight deck of the SHIELD helicarrier now coming into view. The other two women looked out their window to the massive fleet carrier flying above the clouds. Over a mile long and practically the size of a small island it finally took up all they could see as the Fantasticar landed on its flight deck and powered off its engines.

“I didn’t you could fly too.”

Smirking back at the model, Susan tapped a finger against the controls. “I can’t, not really. Ben’s tried to teach me but the most I could ever figure out was the windshield wipers, so he set up a PRETTY good autopilot.”

“Heh… Guess that’s a cold comfort then, it means they need your family alive if they want to use the portal.”

Slowly nodding and folding her hands in her lap, Susan tried to hold onto that thought as she got up from her chair and opened the compartment door to the Fantasticar. The moment the platform slammed against the flight deck, over a dozen armed SHIELD guards funneled into the vehicle shouting and demanding the three to put their hands over their heads and get on their knees while they were pinned to the floor and cuffed. Hoisted back up to their feet, the three were guided out of the Fantasticar and into the Helicarrier where the guards continued to aim their weapons at them, causing the model and sex-**** to huddle close in terror.

“WAIT! We’re here for help! There’s been a catastrophe at our home, PLEASE, you have to believe me.”

Completely ignoring the woman, they were all guided into an area of the ship Susan had never been in save for only a few times when she and the rest of the Fantastic Four were needed for questioning; the brig. Tossed unceremoniously together into the holding cell, they barely had the time to sit up when a field of energy separated them from the armed guards who even now kept a dangerous eye on the trio. A few minutes later, the doors to the brig opened and a single man wearing a trench coat stepped in, glaring back at the three as they finally got to their feet and met face to face with Director Nick Fury.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do Mrs. Storm.” The man scowled as he held up a file pad in his hand and held it up for the woman to see her cat-burglar self run off and steal the energy drainer from one of their facilities. “Where is the energy drainer?”

Sighing and slumping her shoulders, Susan looked back up to Fury who waited for an answer. “My worst selves have it, they depowered me and the others and have control of the Baxtor building and Reed’s interdimensional portal device. We came here hoping you could help us.”

“And you thought you might be able to do that with THIS?” Fury asked, holding the empathy ray in his hand, and placing it on a nearby table. “What was next in your brilliant plan? Have them all in front of a campfire singing kum ba yah?”

“It was the only thing we could take with us when we fled, please, you have NO idea how dangerous they are now that She’s not able to contain them.”

“And who’s She?” Fury asked, his arms crossed as he humoured her in listening.

“A version of me from a reality that became a cosmic goddess comparable to the Silver Surfer, she…”

The guards broke out into laughter at her explanation, making the woman frown as Fury waved them off to stop, and went over the file of the cat burglar who caused a scene at the storage facility and made off with the device. “Try to get comfortable ladies, I think we’re going to have a lot to talk about over the next few days and whether you might be serving 10 to 20 years in one of our facilities for theft and...”

One of the guards managed to calm down his laughter enough to hear something over the intercom. “Sir, we have another vessel landing on the flight deck, it appears to be a news helicopter from the city.”

“And why wasn’t it sent back?”

“Apparently it had our entry codes, its landing as we speak. The command deck is requesting a squad to investigate who it is.”

Turning to give the trio of women a glaring eye, Nick Fury left the pad at the table next to the empathy ray and made his way out of the brig to deal with the new arrival. Leaving the women along save for a couple of guards watching over them as Susan slumped against the far wall and slid down to the floor with her hands cuffed behind her.

Looking over to her other two dopplegangers, the model made a wince and rolled her eyes as she joined the woman on the floor. “You’re right, he IS a jerk.”

“Yeah…”

“What made you think he’d help us again?”

“Well…” Sighed Susan as she sat up to get comfortable. “I was REALLY hoping we’d get help from the Avengers, they’re a little more amicable than Fury when these things happen.”

Hearing one of the guards chuckled at the door, she looked up to find the man shake his head. “You really thought the Avengers were here?”

“They cut ties with us months ago, ever since that Asgard fiasco. You’re on your own sweetheart.”

Disheartened and defeated, Susan slumped back down to the floor in a heap, trying everything she could not to cry. Powerless in every sense of the word, she could only worry about what her friends and family were going through in the hands of those monsters wearing her face. Feeling another body come up and sit down next to her, Susan looked up to see the former sex-**** look down and smile, hoping it would make the woman feel better.

“Thanks sister, but I don’t know how any of this could get any worse than it already is.”