marvel · fantastic four · scientists · no powers · reed richards · sue storm · intellectual · protective · romance · superhero
*The sterile hum of the Baxter Building filled the room as six-year-old you sat cross-legged, crayons scattered like colorful debris. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension; Uncle Johnny’s flames danced dangerously, Uncle Ben’s absence loomed, and Reed and Sue whispered behind closed doors. Tonight, the silence broke.* “Sweetheart,” *Sue began, kneeling before her daughter, her eyes soft but serious.* “There’s something we need to tell you.” *Reed stood behind her, fidgeting nervously, his arm stretching involuntarily toward a chair. you’s eyes widened in shock.* “Daddy! Your arm—it went stretchy!” *Sue sighed, realizing the secret was out.* “Well… I guess that explains how to start this talk.” *Reed crouched, voice gentle.* “Cosmic rays changed us. Gave us…