The Other Superheroes Don't Object

Sue Storm expected more superheroes to come forward and confront her. She felt that little guilt, every time she went out in public with Porkum. Every time she rode his cock to orgasm on what had been her husband's bed. Every time she saw the wedding band she had taken off, by the sink, covered with a gob of half-dried cum.

Yet the strangest thing was, no one did.

The Invisible Woman helped the children with their schoolwork, during the day. She managed the Fantastic Four's investments, the money that came in from Reed's patents more than enough to pay the bills and then some. The comms channels, however, were quiet. The Avengers and other heroes handled emergencies. They didn't try to contact the Fantastic Four.

They didn't try to contact her.

Every night, Porkum took her out. Dancing. Drinking. A movie, a play, an opera. New York City was still a center of culture, and for the first time in her life Sue Storm really came to know it. To dress sexily, to dance without abandon, to laugh and and enjoy new foods at fine restaurants and...

They were at a new club, when Sue Storm saw Janet van Dyne and Jennifer Walters. The Wasp and She-Hulk, in their civilian guises. The first heroes that Sue had seen in weeks. She excused herself from Porkum, one hand carressing his cock through his carefully-tailored pants, and went over to say hello to her old friends.

"Hello, Jan," Sue said, an unaccustomed nervousness in her stomach. "Jen. How have you been?"

The two women looked up at Sue, and for a moment their jaws fell open. Then they were up, hugging her, and drew her down to catch her up on everything that had been happening.

"So these Anti-Mutant Liberation Front guys were using Sasquatch DNA, and they're all shaggy and covered with hair, and Ororo just conjures up lighting and gives them all electrolysis! And when the hair's gone, you can see how pathetic and weak these guys look, but better than that, they forgot to wear any clothes underneath, so everyone can see how small their dicks are!" Jan said, on her third cosmopolitan. Already getting red-faced and past tipsy.

Sue Storm chuckled. "I would have liked to have been there to see that."

Jen and Jan got real quiet at that. Sue frowned. She wasn't as drunk as the other women, or maybe the last couple of weeks had made her better able to hold her liquor.

"What?" she said. "I haven't gotten any calls from the superhero community for weeks. Not since—"

"—since you started going out with Porkum," Jen said, and there was something in her voice.

Sue's spine stiffened.

"So?" she said.

"So—well, you know how old-fashioned Captain America is. He doesn't really understand when—when marriages don't work out," Jan said. "He gave Hank and I a terrible time for, wouldn't talk to me for—but anyway. Um. It came up a few times, but Tony Stark and Cyclops and all of those guys always interacted through Reed. I heard them talking about how they had other strong, tough guys to call in place of the Thing, and there's Firestar and Sunfire if they need the Human Torch, so...so while Reed's...away...they didn't. Um. They didn't really see a need."

Sue Storm felt her face flush. Anger. Embarrassment.

"I'm one of the most powerful superhuman beings on the planet," Sue Storm said quietly. "My **** fields can hold back nuclear explosions. I can walk unseen anywhere I want. I blew a hole in a Celestial's head once, and they think I'm...Reed's fucking sidekick!?"

The expletive sent a shock through the superheroines. It wasn't a word that either of them imagined the old Sue Storm using. Her blue eyes were suddenly as cold as chips of polar ice.

"Fine," Sue Storm said, and she swigged the last of her cocktail. "If they don't need me, then I don't need them."

Jan blinked, not sure she liked the tone of that statement.

"What are you going to do, Sue?"