You heard a soft knock at the door. Knowing who it probably was, you groaned and pulled the covers over your head. The soft voice of your adoptive mother, Sue Storm, called out. “Honey? Can I come in please?” You didn’t answer, but after a few seconds, you heard the door being gently opened. You and Reed Richards, AKA Mr. Fantastic, had just gotten in a massive argument that devolved into a screaming match and you running off to your room. A soft hand rested on your shoulder as Sue shook you gently. “Honey, can you talk to me?” She whispered as she gently peeled back the covers. You scooted out from under the covers, sitting up and hugging your legs while still looking away. “Can we talk, sweetie?”