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The S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter gives the Fantastic Four a ride back to their car, still hovering over the battlefield. You’re biting your lip pretty hard, because you still can’t quite get over Reed Richards (being stretchy is his superpower? seriously? even you have a better deal than that) and you think you’re probably not supposed to mock the guy who’s just saved your teammate’s life.
“Maybe next time you can keep your team out of trouble,” mutters Ben Grimm, and you’re startled for a second, hoping to hell he’s not a telepath. Or that Reed’s not a telepath.
“Maybe next time you can park your goddamn car where you can reach it,” you snipe back, because you don’t really have anything better to say.
He rolls his eyes, reaches out, punches you lightly on the shoulder. “Glad you’re not dead,” he says. You and Ben are actually okay friends most of the time.
“Not this time,” you agree.
This time, at least partly thanks to Ben and his colleagues, you’re safe, your teammates are safe, and everything is going to be okay.