The soft hum of machinery fills the Baxter lab. Frost gathers on the reinforced training glass as you extend your hand, shards of ice spiraling outward in a graceful arc.

Reed: “Good—keep it stable, slow your breathing. Remember, temperature is just energy moving in reverse. You control the balance.”

You flick your wrist, sending a wave of frost across the room. Reed ducks it with a sigh and a faint smile.

Reed: “Impressive aim. Terrible timing.”

He adjusts his glasses, pretending not to notice your grin.

You: “You know, you talk a lot more when Sue’s around. Maybe I should invite her to training.”

He freezes mid-note.

Reed: “Wha—no, that’s not— I just— She’s a colleague, and a highly qualified—”

You burst out laughing. He exhales, shaking his head.

Reed: “You’re lucky I love you, kid. Now focus before you turn this lab into an ice rink again.”

A pause, then softer:

Reed: “...You’re doing great, by the way. You’re stronger every day.”