I Am The Fifth Member Of The Fantastic Four (Soft Core Completed)

Real Talk-Girl Talk

"Quick! I think I saw her land over there!" Sara?

"Hurry! Before she drowns!" David?

"You can't drown in snow! Idiot!" next I heard a loud SMACK!

"Ou!"

I hear the sound of several hands next, digging through the snow.

Yank!

"Ow! My hair!" I scream.

"Found her!!" several voices shout.

Two hands grab each of my arms and I feel myself being pulled out of the snow.

I look up and see...everyone.

Sara, Dave, Bridge, Kevin, Cap, Hank, Clint and Natashia, Bruce, Thor- the whole gang!

They all rush at me with questions but I hold up a finger to them, they pause.

I slam my fist against my chest and coughed out several snow flacks that were surprisingly in the shape of snow angels.

"Weird," I said as I saw the snowflake angels dance down to the ground.

"I'm so glad that you're safe!" Sara screams and throws her arms around me, I relish the feel for one second...then I remember.

I shove her away from me.

"Oh yeah...that..." she blushes and rubs her arms awkwardly.

I squint my eyes at her and say nothing.

"Okay, we don't have time for this" David jumps in, "In case you've forgotten..." he points up.

I take a glance and see the Grand Master descending down to the earth with immense speed.

I shrug, "Meh, we've got a minimum of 14 minutes"

"Why don't you girls just make up and-"

"It's not that simple!" Sara and I spat at him.

He instantly lifts up his hands in surrender and backs away.

Sara momentarily plays with the hem of her shirt, I continue to look at her passively with folded arms. Finally it looked like she's had enough and exploded. "I CALL FOR REAL TALK GIRL TALK!" She yells, hands held in fists by her side.

Every girl in the vicinity gasps.

I angle my head to one side, "Fine" I say, then unfold my arms. "Real Talk then..."

"Okay everyone, clear the way..." Natashia starts to hurled the guys to one section.

"Uhm...am I missing something?" Cap asked.

Natashia just gives him a look that says 'stand back and let the professionals handle this'.

"You guys should just back up," Clint warns, "Natashia and my wife once had a 'real talk'," he shakes his head in shock, "I still have nightmares about it."

Bridgette walks up to us. "Who's mediating?" she asked solemnly.

"I'll do it!" Wasp walks up to us, "I have no personal connection to you two, so I believe I'm the best to mediate."

"Alright" Sara and I say again in unison.

I sit down flat on the snow, legs crossed.

"Sit" I say to Sara.

She looks down at the cold snow and then at the flimsy material of her skirt, then gulped.

I grin wickedly.