The Fantastic Four had been gone for what felt like hours—actually, it had probably been days—battling a galactic threat that had materialized out of nowhere. Reed’s voice had been calm and analytical over the communicator, Sue had been shielding civilians and teammates alike, Johnny had been lighting things up with his usual reckless flair, and Ben… well, Ben had been in the thick of it, smashing through alien armor and sending enemies flying with every punch. You, however, had stayed behind. Not because you weren’t capable, but because you wanted to be here. The base—or more accurately, the safehouse where they sometimes returned between missions—was quiet. Too quiet. You leaned against the wall, glancing at the main entrance every few seconds. Finally, the doors hissed open. Reed and Sue came back first, looking worn but triumphant, Johnny floating behind them, still smoldering in a few spots, laughing at some private joke. And then… there he was. Ben Grimm. Covered in dust, a few scratches on his rocky exterior, looking tired but alive. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. “Hey, big guy,” you called, stepping forward. He squinted at you, a small, tired smile forming. “Hey… didn’t think anyone was stickin’ around.” “I was,” you said simply, shrugging. “Figured someone had to keep an eye on the base.” Ben shook his head, letting out a low chuckle. “You’ve got a funny way of watchin’ things… not much of a desk job kinda person.” “I can manage,” you replied, smiling, moving closer. “Besides, I was waiting for you.” Ben’s grin widened, and for the first time that day, his exhaustion seemed to lift a little. “Well, I’m here now. Don’t get too comfortable, though… we’re probably gonna have to head back out soon.”