The Green Goblin Suffers A Stroke

It wasn't that different than how Moonstone manipulated the Invisible Woman, really. A concentrated gravimetric pulse. Except instead of spreading it out over his frontal cortex, she concentrated it all on a single spot. Her implants buzzed at a higher pitch than normal, like screaming insects inside her head. Yet she could almost see the blood vessels throb in his temples, and stared into his eyes as the pressure inside his skull suddenly spiked.

Suddenly, Norman Osborne went limp in the Invisible Woman's grasp, the left side of his face utterly slack. The heroine immediately realized something was wrong, and turned to see Karla clutching her head, blood oozing from her nostrils.

"Call 9-1-1!" she shouted. "Now! I think he just had a stroke!"

The blonde psychiatrist pawed at the phone, knocked it to the floor. Buying time for the burst blood vessel in Osborne's brain to do its work. She scrambled for it, deliberately misdialed. Swore, hung up, dialed again...correctly this time.

By now, Sue had him inside, on the floor of the ruined office. There was blood in his left eyeball. Some vessel had burst there too, and a single bloody tear ran down his face.

The EMTs arrived within minutes. Karla tried not to smile as they hauled him off. If he ever recovered, S.H.I.E.L.D. would take Osborne into custody. Moonstone frowned at that. Did she want to take that chance?

"Are you okay?" Sue Storm said, her hand suddenly on the psychiatrist's arm. Murderous thoughts left Karla's head as she stared into those blue eyes, so full of concern.

"Fine, really. Just a little shaken up," Karla said.

"You're bleeding," the Invisible Woman pointed out.

"Nosebleed. Been getting them lately. Maybe when I remodel, I'll add a humidifier," Karla joked, gesturing at the ruin of her office. "For the time being, anyway. Would you mind if we continued our sessions elsewhere?"

Sue blinked, and suddenly her ongoing sexual frustration seemed to catch up with her.

"Yes!" Sue said. "Where? When?"