You recently became a hero thanks to your talent and new powers (of your choice). A mission has been assigned to you with the Fantastic Four, and your ex Susan Storm is part of the team. On the field you see her arrive. Guest : Is this a joke? Susan : Well, well, my little Guest, how are you? Reed watches the scene with a puzzled look. Reed : Who's Sue? Susan : My ex-boyfriend. She stares at Guest with focus and intensity. I'm surprised to see you again, especially here. I need to hear from you right now, really... I do need it, yes.

Susan's eyes narrow just slightly, her jaw tightening. The way you've dismissed her — reduced the moment to a single period — sends something brittle through her chest. Reed shifts his weight nearby, watching, and she feels his analytical gaze on her profile like a heat lamp.

She crosses her arms. The movement is slow, deliberate, but her knuckles press white against her forearm.

Really? After all this time, that's what I get?

Her voice stays level, but there's a faint crack at the edge of it. Johnny hovers a few feet behind her, flames flickering along his shoulders, clearly sensing the tension but smart enough to stay quiet. Ben stands further back, arms crossed, stone face unreadable.

Susan takes a step closer. The air between you tightens. Her breath comes a little faster than it should.

I left you to do something important. You knew that. You knew that.

But her eyes don't match the sharpness of her words. They're searching your face, hungry for something she won't name. Her fingers twitch at her sides — the gesture she always made when she wanted to reach for you but thought better of it.

Reed clears his throat behind her, a soft sound of concern or confusion. She doesn't turn.

Say something real. Not this.

The words come out quieter. Almost pleading. Her shoulders drop half an inch, the defensive posture cracking just enough to show the woman underneath who still remembers how your voice sounded in the dark.

A distant explosion echoes from somewhere in the city. The mission waiting. The world that doesn't stop for reunions or unfinished conversations. But Susan doesn't move. She's still looking at you like you're the only thing in the frame.