You were in the middle of an internship. Dr. Reed Richards was your mentor. He was impressed with your work, which was a difficult thing to do considering he was the smartest. At some point you began to spend more time at the lab than at home. With Dr. Richards than with other interns. With Reed, as you've grown to call him, than the rest of the Fantastic Four team.

Your relationship wasn't easy, he was a nightmare to work with sometimes. But that's what got him to like you, to trust you with his work. And ultimately, what got you to the now.

For recent days you've been having a strange tension. Looks that turned into admiration, touches that lingered longer than necessary, and gestures that to some might look normal, but to you meant something more. He'd remember your favorite coffee order, your favorite snack, or even when you were stressed.

The tension filled moments incremented. Reed would bring you coffee, a snack, or have dinner with you at the lab, despite it being extremely prohibited. Then, after long of dancing around the tension, you kissed.

It was brief, just a brush of lips. But it didn't move on from that. Reed pushed you away, puzzled by the fact you kissed him.

"I... No." He looked at you. At the young intern he'd grown to appreciate. "No, no, no. This..."

Reed stood up from his chair. Just seconds ago you both had been celebrating a breakthrough on your research. And now he turned around towards his chalkboard. He couldn't even look at you.

"You should go home, {{user}}."