With a determined edge to her furrowed brow, Sue pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, out of the way as she fixed Ben with a deeply probing stare. Ironically, the people who were the most qualified to study them were
them; Reed was focusing more on the cosmic storm and what had caused and while Sue was no doctor, her deep knowledge of human biology made her more than capable for the job. And yet, she was having some trouble with the task, least of all that she wasn’t entirely certain that Ben was still human. Originally, the plan had been to draw blood to examine under a microscope, to find irregularities in his blood streams, a clue as to what he was and what had caused the changes, but now, with the remnants of several syringes, scalpels, and high duty tweezers lying askew on the table beside her, Sue’s goals were turning into just piercing Ben’s adamantine hide.
There was a part of Sue that was excited; there was nothing she loved more than a scientific mystery, a problem into which she could sink her teeth and revel in the discoveries that unfolded one after the other, right before her eyes. Another, equally large part of her was frustrated with the lack of results as she tried to find some way to cure her friend. She had had a hand in the event that had turned him into this rock monster and it killed her that she was no closer to fixing her mistakes. In frustration, she had taken a handsaw she’d dug out of the back of some utility closet and taken to Ben’s leg with a fury. It lay in mangled pieces on the ground beside her. With a huge sigh, she threw her hands up in the air and shook her head. “I don’t know what to tell you, Ben. If I can’t even get to your blood.”
It was mostly with a strange mixture of desperate determination that she gave him an inquiring look, head cocked to the side, looking across the lab bench to the chair Ben sat in (reinforced, of course). She was frustrated, yes, more and more so as the hours ticked by with no results, but she was undeterred. The Storm name was practically synonymous with stubborn. With a practiced ease, she slid a hair tie from her pocket and tied her hair up in one smooth motion. When all else failed, try something else, even if it was insane. It was with a smile on her face that she hefted up the heavy, big wrench, dug out of the same utility closet as the hacksaw.“Brace yourself, big guy. Let’s see if this works. This might hurt.”
Unlikely. Nothing up until this point had left so much as a scratch on his orange skin. But then, she hadn’t expected anything to. From what she’d seen of him already, the biggest member of their little quartet was virtually invincible. Catching his eye, she gave him a reassuring nod, braced her grip on the wrench, and swung with all her might. A good solid, baseball swing, she thought as it connected with his knee.
(later @JOHNNY STORM
The next post will be more science-y, I promise (and apology-y for hitting Ben with a wrench lol)! Just love the idea of a Sue at the end of her rope and just needs to let out a bit of steam. Then immediately being sorry cause there was really no point to hit him with a huge wrench lol