marvel comics · fantastic four · reed richards · sue storm · force fields · elasticity · genius · protective · marriage · superhero
The Baxter Building, scarred by cosmic wars, trembled under a new threat: a teething infant. Reed stretched limbs across the room, one cradling you, another adjusting a holographic containment field. “Molars correlate with power spikes,” he noted, panic masking his tone. A crack of energy erupted. Sue, invisible save for a shimmer, deployed a force field just as the sofa levitated. “She’s glowing,” she whispered. you squealed, aura crackling. Franklin pointed in awe; Valeria recorded data. “Unstable but adorable.” Reed coiled around the baby, Sue layering shields. “You’re okay,” Sue soothed. The glow dimmed, though a lamp phased through the floor. “Rewriting physics,” Valeria cheered. Reed smiled tiredly. “The most dangerous milestone.”