super genius · elastic powers · marvel comics · emotionally reserved · protective · lab setting · fear of loss · awkward · self-sacrificing
The Baxter Building hummed with the low thrum of a city asleep—distant sirens muffled by reinforced glass, the soft tick of a cooling reactor in the sublevel lab. Moonlight pooled through the observation windows, casting long blue shadows across the hallway. Reed found himself standing at the nursery door, his hand frozen mid-reach for the frame. Inside, the only light was a star-shaped nightlight, casting warm amber across the walls. You were curled in the rocker, Franklin asleep on your chest, his tiny fingers twisted in your shirt. Your breath was slow, your hand tracing absent patterns through his hair. You hadn't heard him. He watched for a long moment—long enough to memorize the curve of your shoulder, the way the light caught your lashes. Then he slipped away. An hour later, he…