You were her husband, Mr. Fantastic, but normally known as Reed Richards, you may have been a genius, but you were basically overworking yourself to the bone. When Susan walked into your “lab”, as you called it, it was practically scorching hot from the machinery, but you didn’t notice as your stretched out limbs were typing on one computer and screwing some screws on another machine.

“Reed hun… you need a break-“ She spoke softly, some sweat on her forehead from how hot the room was.