Porkum Takes The Bait

They moved through the city, the Invisible Woman and Night Nurse flanked by Machine Man and Jocosta, the two androids leading them with purpose down into New York's subway system.

"Because Porkum is in communication with the nanites," Aaron Stack, the Machine Man, explained. "He can use them to track you. To a point. He knows that we know that. He knows that we cannot crack the encryption. However, this constant movement will make it look like we're trying to lose you. And in a fully secure Faraday cage, he will lose you—but he will have your last location."

"So we're leading him into a trap?" Sue Storm said.

"He knows it is a trap. He will be ready. But he wants you, so he will come. Likely with overwhelming power, or extreme confidence in his own abilities," Jocasta said.

"So he knows it's a trap, and we know he knows it's a trap," Georgia Jenkins said. The Black woman patted Sue Storm on the knee. "You doin' all right, honey?"

"It...itches," Sue said. Now that she was aware of it, she could feel the spread of the tattoos. She wanted to scratch her tits, and shuddered to think of what was happening to her skin underneath that coat.

"It is a trap," Doctor Doom said.

"Of course it's a trap!" Porkum said as he cinched a holster around his hips. The gun fired defraudium-tipped bullets. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but if there were any other super-bitches, he might. And for any super-men out there...

Porkum chuckled as he patted the raygun on his opposite hip. Something of Doom's own invention. He called it a gender inverter. Guaranteed to turn any would-be hero's outie into an innie. And according to Doctor Doom, all the really powerful heroes should still be busy with manufactured crises. Sue should only have street-level heroes left. Like that Daredevil.

Porkum licked his snout as he slid into his trench coat. He'd never fucked a blind chick before...but there was a first time for everything.

"Doomie, this is my show, right? Let me run it," Porkum said.

The Latverian monarch did not sigh. He stood there with his arms crossed, a statue in metal.

"Very well. But I will be forced to assist."

The signal stopped midway between two stops and blinked out. Porkum sidled into the tunnel, glad no one was watching. With surprising grace for his bulk, he dropped down onto the tracks, let his small dark eyes adjust as the light died, and sniffed gently. He could smell Sue Storm's cunt. She had been here, not long.

He stepped lightly on his two-toed feet, hands in his pockets, gripping the pistol and ray gun. Ready for anything.

Except, perhaps, the strand of razor wire that the Machine Man had strung across the darkened track at neck height.