Tigra

The call came in—just audio, no video, which was unusual, given that the Avengers communicators preferred video calls, since those were more difficult to fake.

"Invisible Woman calling Tigra—come in Tigra—"

"Tigra here," the cat-woman said. She was lounging in her costume—little more than a black bikini, with the mystic cat's-head amulet serving as a clasp on her bra—the pad of one taloned finger below her bikini-bottom and pressing against her clit. It was getting on in the afternoon, and Hank Pym had taken their son William for the day, so Tigra was getting in a little "me time." She sighed as she accepted the call.

"Tigra here. What's up, Sue?" she asked.

"I need your help with something, Greer," Sue said, her voice agitated and slightly nasal. "I'm—well, it's better you see for yourself. Can you come to the Baxter Building? You're really one of the few people with the experience to help."

The cat-woman frowned. That was a strange admission from Sue Storm. Normally, the Invisible Woman had an invisible stick up her ass and treated Tigra as little more than a homewrecking slut. What experience could she possibly offer?

Goodbye, me-time, the Avenger thought to herself as she drew her hand from beneath her panties.

"I'm on my way," she said.

The door opened as Tigra approached. She crossed the lobby in silence. The elevator opened, the button pressed on its own. Tigra's tail swished back and forth in agitation, her ears perked, nostrils flaring as she drank in the scents of cleaning chemicals. No ****, nothing untoward. Yet something was off...

The elevator opened in the Baxter Building's residential section. Sue Storm stood there, in her costume, and the first thing Tigra noticed was that her head was invisible.

"Uh...Sue?" Tigra said. "What's going on?"

"A villain managed to dose me with a mutagen," Sue said, her voice had that oddly nasal quality that Greer had noted on the phone, but more pronounced. "I've been experiencing a seconadry mutation. An—animal-like one. It's resulted in me developing super-smell, and it's just overwhelming me, and—oh, let me just show you."

Sue Storm's head faded into view. Which is how, beneath the golden blonde hair and above the soft kissable lips, the cat-woman saw the small, almost dainty porcine snout that now replaced Sue Storm's nose.

"I need your help," Sue said, snuffling unconsciously. "It's driving me crazy!"