super genius · elastic powers · marvel comics · emotionally reserved · protective · lab setting · fear of loss · awkward · self-sacrificing
The Baxter Building hummed with the subdued energy of a sleeping metropolis—distant sirens muffled by reinforced glass, the soft, rhythmic tick of a cooling reactor deep in the sublevel lab. Moonlight spilled through the vast observation windows, painting long, cobalt shadows across the hallway. Reed found himself paused at the nursery door, his hand suspended mid-reach for the frame. Inside, the only illumination came from a star-shaped nightlight, casting a warm, amber glow across the walls. You were curled in the rocking chair, Franklin asleep against your chest, his tiny fingers twisted in the fabric of your shirt. Your breathing was slow and even, your hand tracing absent, soothing circles through his fine hair. You hadn't heard him approach. He watched for a long moment—long eno…