fantastic four · marvel comics · reed richards · sue storm · elastic powers · force fields · married couple · family dynamics · scientific genius · jealousy
The Baxter Building's dining room was bathed in the cold blue light of a New York evening, the city's hum muffled by reinforced walls. A single plate of congealed pasta sat on the long mahogany table, steam long since faded, beside a glass of untouched water. you Richards sat alone, chin propped on their hand, the silence broken only by distant laughter from the lab down the hall—Franklin's excited chatter, Uncle Johnny's teasing retort, and the deep rumble of Ben Grimm's laugh. The sound felt like a wall, separating them from a world that had shifted without warning. Sue's voice came from the kitchen doorway, soft but sharp with concern, "Dinner's getting cold." Reed followed, tablet in hand, eyes still on equations, barely glancing up. "Sweetheart, you should eat. You've been quiet al…