Chapter 2
Panting, you blinked several times until you were no longer seeing stars. You tried to sit up on your elbows but failed miserably, sliding back and sucking in air like your life depended on it. you heard a chuckle coming from the hall as footsteps grew closer to you. Rolling your head to the side, you looked to see Reed leaning over the bed to check on you, his hand cradling your chin as he stared into your eyes.
"You're back with us, good. You had me worried for a moment. Beyond dehydration, I thought you were unconscious,” Reed began as he sat down in bed and propped up pillows behind you before holding the bottle out to you. “Drink up, it’s filled with enough electrolytes to get Johnny fixed up. This should work well for you.”
“This is your fault, by the way,” you sighed as you took a long drink. “You’ve ruined me, Richards.”
Reed stared at you, quirking an eyebrow as he watched you chug the liquid greedily,”I believe it was you that spent the rest of the night joking that I was a walking sex toy before going into vivid, downright concerning detail on how to achieve such a goal, and various theories concerning multiple types of penetration.”
“Okay. It’s not my fault you decided to act everything out, Reed!”
Reed shrugged his shoulders, “I was merely engaging with the scientific method, testing,” he explained as he curled up beside you, head resting in the palm of his hand as he took the bottle from you and set it to the side before he pulled the covers over the both of you and ran his fingers down your arm, “I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
“All right?” You laughed, “that was mind-blowing, Reed, like, holy shit. I did not think you had it in you. To be honest, you’re kind of a pervert.”
He scoffed, “they were your ideas!”
“Yeah, but I didn’t tell you to do that with your big ass tongue in my pussy while your fingers were in my—“
Before you could finish the statement, Reed’s hand was over your mouth as he blushed and cleared his throat, “Perhaps we are both on the…promiscuous side.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you sighed and curled up into his side, head resting on his chest. “Considering we didn’t really sleep at all last night, I can definitely sleep this entire day away.”
Reed sighed, “I actually had scheduled a bunch of tests to run today—“ he winced when he felt you knee his thigh. “But I can reschedule them.”
“Good,” you shut your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. “I might be paralyzed, thanks to you.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“No, I mean it, I think you actually blew my back out. I no longer have control over my limbs. Congratulations on your success, Doctor.”
Reed shook his head as his arm came around you to tuck you in closer to his side. His other arm reached up to scratch his chin before it settled on your waist, “You’re incorrigible.”
“Can’t fix perfection,” you sang as you pulled the cover up more.
Reed hummed in agreement with you as he closed his eyes. The two of you lay perfectly content with one another, slowly but surely falling asleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeat. Just as you felt like you were being lulled to sleep, like your brain was finally ready to shut down for a few hours, you heard a voice that you did not want to ever hear once when being naked with Reed Richards.
“Does anyone even live in this building? Where the hell is my sister!” Tony shouted as he entered the penthouse floor.
Gasping, you and Reed both sat upright in bed. In a panic, you looked to Reed who swore under his breath.
“Is anyone out there to distract him?” You asked quickly.
“Johnny’s out with some Calvin Klein models. Ben and Sue and went to visit a lab in Canada for some materials,” Reed explained. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Shit!” You dove out of bed, ignoring the soreness that overtook your body as you looked for your clothes. “Reed, Reed, Reed, I can’t find my shirt.”
Reed sucked in a breath after he pulled his pants up to his waist, “I ripped it off and left it on the —“
“Motherfucker!” You both heard Tony scream.
Reed quickly threw you his shirt, which you yanked over your head just as quickly as he ran to try to stop your brother to give you time to get ready. When Reed raced out of his bedroom and down the hall, he rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of Tony, who was red in the face, jaw clenched, veins bulging in his neck as he held your torn blouse that was fisted in his hand.
“Where is my sister, Richards?” Tony spat.
Reed cleared his throat, “You know, Stark, this is technically breaking and entering. If you don’t leave now — “
“Okay.” Tony nodded and dropped the briefcase that was in his other hand. Reed watched as the suitcase opened up and showed Tony’s armored boots.
Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest as Tony stepped into his suit and started to gear up, “This is a little impractical, you know. It takes way too long. You really should modify it for combat efficiency because — “
Tony aimed his gauntlet at Reed’s face, “I’m going to kill you, Reed Richards, and I’m going to enjoy it.”
Reed pursed his lips, “This is all rather juvenile, isn’t it? Your sister is a grown woman —“
“How would you know! You shouldn’t know at all, actually. You should have no knowledge of any of my little sister’s anatomy!”
Reed blinked, “It’s basic anatomy, Tony. It’s nothing revolutionary —“
“And now she’s basic? You’re dead!”
Tony aimed the repulsor at Reed and fired. Reed ducked, stretching his torso to move to the side to avoid the blast, but it sent a hole through the walls behind him, which showed you balancing on one foot as you yanked your pants on. Tony’s rage was blinding as he powered up his entire suit and proceeded to chase Reed. Reed was dodging his blasts, and tried wrapping around Tony to disable him. However, Tony heated up his suit. Heat plus rubber meant that Reed was losing his grip, and he fell off of Tony and to the ground like a pile of putty.
You came rushing out as Tony hovered in the air and aimed all weapons at Reed. You jumped into the air and grabbed onto his leg, then started climbing up the suit with a screwdriver held between your teeth as you used both hands to climb.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tony shouted as he started swaying in the air. “Get off, Y/N! I need to kill Reed for defiling you!”
You took the screwdriver out of your mouth and held it threateningly to a singular screw by his neck, “Lower your weapons and stand down or I will dismantle you right here.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You wanna bet, buddy? You think I won’t? I’ll risk hearing you cry about Reed seeing your little sister bully your ass. Bring it, Tone.”
Usually, Tony loved you, but at moments like this, he really fucking hated you, because that’s exactly what he would do. He would harass you about bullying him in front of his arch-nemesis and cry about it for as long as he could, which was until your breaking point, usually. But would the shame and humiliation be worth it?
As you stabbed him with the screwdriver and started to turn, Tony shouted and landed on the ground. You slipped off of him, muttered that he was a good little idiot, and ran over to help Reed pull himself together, literally.
“I can’t believe this,” Tony huffed as he lifted his face plate, “My arch nemesis and my little sister. Seriously? If you wanted to fuck rubber, couldn’t you just buy a dildo?”
You groaned, “Tony! Enough, okay? I like Reed!”
“So?!” Tony shrieked. “He’s an idiot! This liking feeling? Fleeting.”
“Oh, just like your feelings for Pepper?”
Tony blinked and pointed a finger at you, “That’s different. Pepper is a lovely, smart, intelligent, capable woman who isn’t my arch-nemesis.”
“I’d like to point out the first several years of her working here and you tormenting her. Actually, I think she might have Stockholm Syndrome from you,” you told Tony. “I’m very concerned.”
“You are not funny, pipsqueak,” Tony scoffed and looked down at Reed who was sitting up, one hand braced behind him, knee up with his other arm resting on it while you knelt beside him with a hand on his back. He studied the two of you and shook his head again. “This is truly the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”
Reed looked over to see your shoulders sink in defeat, listening to the rush of air leave your body as your eyes rolled to the side and you stared at the ceiling hoping it would cave in on you all. He sat up a little more and looked to Tony, “if I may?”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t, but, I guess,” Tony sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“My relationship with you, Tony, should not change my relationship with Y/N,” he explained as he reached out to intertwine your fingers together. “I adore her. Allow me to see her and — “
“You asking for my blessing?”
Reed cleared his throat, “It’s more like a courtesy.”
“A courtesy, a courtesy,” Tony echoed with a laugh. “The fucking balls on you, Richards. I should just — “
“Enough!” You shouted. “Tony, you’re not my dad, you’re my brother. You have no say in who I get to date. If I could watch you rinse through several years' worth of Victoria’s Secret Angels, grad students, and journalists, you can survive with me seeing Reed. Put your fucking big boy Pampers on and deal with it.”
Tony stared at you for a moment, soaking in your words, realizing but not wanting to admit you were right. He sighed after a moment and lazily pointed a finger at you, “You were much nicer before you got some dick in you, is all I’m saying.”
“Get. Out,” you seethed, throwing the screwdriver at his head while he raised his hands to block it. “Get out!”
“Okay. Okay! Shit. I thought fucking was supposed to make you nicer, not worse. God, Reed, can’t even do that job fucking right, would love to see how long this lasts,” Tony proclaimed as he dodged you throwing your shoe at his head as he turned and flew out of the building, happily breaking one of Reed’s windows on the way out.
Reed breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into your touch. You shook your head muttering that your brother was a psychopath who needed a lobotomy. He chuckled as he thought about how funny it was that you would say such a thing, given that you were saying things worse than Tony said to him the last few weeks.
Reed said he was okay to get up, and you nodded. However, when he tried to get up, he felt that you weren’t moving at all. In fact, you were leaning on him. He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow, “Why aren’t we moving?”
“Well, after last night and an adrenaline-fused panic to get Tony to stop trying to kill you, my body has calmed down, and I have no control or strength in my muscles right now,” you confessed to Reed who beamed with pride.
“If only Tony stayed a little longer to see my job well done.”
“Shut up, Reed,” you sighed as the man carefully maneuvered around to pick you up in his arms and return to his bedroom. “Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I guess we don’t have to hide or anything.”
“Shame, I kind of loved the scandal of our torrid romance behind his back,” Reed teased as you both climbed into bed once more, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his side. “But, your brother in pain amuses me greatly.”
“Okay. No more talk about my brother when we’re in bed,” you sighed as you shut your eyes and curled into him. “Let’s just try sleeping again.”
“Yes, dear,” Reed agreed as he brought the blanket up to your shoulders. “And after, we can have brunch. That’s….that’s a typical, social thing, right?”
“My, my, Reed, you’re a quick study.”