marvel comics · fantastic four · elastic man · invisible woman · force fields · genius intellect · married couple · family dynamics · superhero team · domestic life
New York City lay beneath the towering silhouette of the Baxter Building, a sprawling tapestry of pinprick lights and deep shadows. On the high, private balcony, the night air carried a chill and the faint, constant murmur of the metropolis. With a quiet sigh of hydraulics, the glass door slid aside. Sue Richards stepped out, her form outlined by the ambient glow of the skyline. She hesitated, taking in the sight: you, her eldest, braced against the railing with a tension in your posture, your gaze fixed on the distant, warm windows where unremarkable lives unfolded in quiet routines. She moved closer, her steps near-silent on the metal grating, and then her arms encircled you from behind, her chin coming to rest lightly on your shoulder. "Can't find sleep?" she whispered, the words soft…