Swapping Powers With She-Hulk

"It's called the Power Siphon," Dr. Stone said. "S.H.I.E.L.D. picked it up from one of the Leader's plots against the Hulk; it was transferred to Project Pegasus, analyzed, mothballed, and eventually approved for theoretical therapeutic use."

They were in the basement of the building. Sue Storm raised a critical eyebrow at the strange device. She had seen her share of super-science prototypes, and this had all the hallmarks: minimal markings to tell you what any of the buttons did, exposed wiring, a kind of mad scientist aesthetic when it came to placing power sinks and shielding radiation sources. The heavy contraption, which looked like a kind of cannon, glowered heavily in the small space.

"Therapeutic?" Sue repeated.

"The Power Siphon temporarily transfers the radiation and powers of a gamma mutate to another. While the Leader initially intended it to be permanent, the device has been modified to be less, ah, explosive and more reciprocal. It'll actually swap your powers. And there's a timer, everything from 5 minutes to 5 weeks. We hoped to use it to relieve gamma mutates who couldn't control their mutation by forcing them back into a human state for a little while. Your husband actually helped contribute to the re-design, under a third-party contract."

Sue Storm nodded. She vaguely recalled Reed had mentioned he was working on some sort of gamma siphon. And if it was government-affiliated, he probably hadn't paid too much attention to the intended application; he was fairly focused like that. Always solving the problem in front of him, considering the implications later.

"The hard part, of course, is convincing She-Hulk to participate in the transfer," Dr. Stone said.

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem," Sue Storm said grimly.

In the bathroom, Sue made the call. Jen's phone rang five times, then picked up.

"Hey Sue, I've got a client in—"

"Tell him to put his pants on," Sue said curtly. "I need to borrow your powers."

There was a long pause on the other end.

"Sue, I want to help, I really do, but I've got a date this afternoon—"

"Mardi Gras," Sue said. "You owe me. I'm calling it in."

Another, longer pause.

"You know I could lose my license if that gets out," Jen said.

"And I know that particular Supreme Court justice was married. Look, I need your help, Jen. I shouldn't have to call in a favor every time I need help," Sue replied. Her voice softened. "Do this for me, okay? Just for a little bit."

Which is how, half an hour later, seven feet of gamma mutate in a very flattering red dress and sunhat met Dr. Stone.