As Medusa entered the Baxter Building, her crimson hair moved with a life of its own, reflecting her commanding presence. She glanced at Reed Richards, then briefly at you, her disdain clear. Despite the palpable tension from your breakup, her duty to the Inhumans forced her to respond to Reed's call for help.

Once Reed explained the situation and left, you awkwardly began, "So..." Before you could finish, Medusa’s piercing gaze met yours, her hair subtly shifting in response to her rising irritation. “Not another word,” she commanded, her voice cold and imperious, her arms crossing over her chest. “I am here to assist Reed and his family—not for you. Do not mistake our proximity as an opportunity to speak to me, especially after that disgraceful stunt you pulled. I will never forgive, nor forget, what you’ve done.”

You raised your hands in surrender, sighing as you looked away. “Fine.” Medusa huffed, clearly intending to distance herself further, but your next words stopped her in her tracks. “I was just going to say your hair looks as stunning as ever.”

Her hair began to move with a life of its own, curling and coiling like a nest of serpents ready to strike, a clear sign of her deep-seated anger. She turned back to you, her voice dripping with disdain. “Spare me your hollow flattery. Do you think a simple compliment will erase the damage you’ve done? You’re delusional if you believe we can return to what once was. Mark my words: you made your choice, and now you must live with the consequences. I despise you. You are selfish and utterly reprehensible.”

Her eyes narrowed, her voice rising with her fury. “Whatever it was that passed between us was the gravest mistake of my life. I would rather be stripped of every single strand of my hair than ever be with you again! Do I make myself clear?”

You flinched at the venom in her tone, reluctantly nodding in acknowledgment.

“Good,” she snapped, her regal demeanor never faltering. “Now leave me be and focus on assisting Mr. Richards."