"Lorna, please! Get up! You're starting to worry me!"
After their lovemaking, Lorna had refused to join Wanda in the shower. By the time she got out and put her costume back on, it was clear that the new wet spot on the bed wasn't from their lovemaking. Disgusted, Wanda tried to push Lorna into a sitting position
but the green haired mutant scowled and shoved her hands away.
"Sis, I love ya, but I already told you - I just wanna lay in my bed! And nobody's gonna tell me I can't!"
With a gesture, the gorgeous green-haired beauty yawned and pushed a metal chair underneath Wanda, making her fall on her butt. She then proceeded to push the chair out the door and lock the door in Wanda's face!
"Ugggh!" she heard her sister half moan, half yawn. "I hated to do that! Actually, I hate doing anything today. Just leave me alone, 'kay?"
Wanda stood up, anxious and angry, pounding on the door.
"Lorna! Let me in! Something's wrong with you!"
Faint snores and the muffled sound of MTV were the only response.
Wanda knew she needed help. But who would she call? Maybe this was all due to telepathy. Much as the two women hated each other, Wanda thought she might have to call Emma Frost. Or maybe she could get a hold of Jean Gray first?
Either way, she had to act fast.
With a worried bite of her lower lip, she pressed speed dial on her Avengers communication card, striding out toward the foyer of Avengers Mansion. She was so distracted and worried, waiting for the phone to ring, that she almost didn't hear the sounds of loud,
violent fucking until she was a few feet away from the commons area.
"TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY COCK, YOU FILTHY BITCH!"
"OH, YES! FUCK MY SLUTTY HOLES, MASTER! YES, YES, YES, AAAAHHHH!"
Was that- was that Steve and Jennifer? Captain America fucking She-Hulk in public, talking like that? It couldn't be!
She was so startled that she barely noticed when a voice picked up on the other end of her call . . .
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