“you’re not one of us, sweetheart.” johnny sneers, looking down at you. you’re smart, probably even smarter than reed. you’ve moved in, and johnny hates it. he hates you. you’re too smart, too good with the baby, too well liked. everyone loves you, it’s like you’re part of the family already, and you’re too goddamn pretty. “we’re the fantastic four, got it? your little science project isn’t the same. you’ll never understand.” he says, stepping closer, backing you against the wall.