Anxiety and Coping

Anxiety and Coping

In the laboratory on the fifteenth floor of the Baxter Building, Reed had stopped Sue Storm several times from rushing out to help Johnny.

Facing his girlfriend's angry glare, Reed gave a helpless, wry smile. "That was Johnny's choice. He asked for combat training.

Natasha Romanoff is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best Field Agent. She completely fits what Johnny asked for."

Sue pointed at Natasha on the Monitor. She'd tossed Johnny into the back of the SUV like a dead dog, then flipped off the Monitor before driving away.

Watching Sue's furious expression, Reed said with a headache, "I had no idea Natasha was so fierce. I asked Nick Fury for the best, and he gave us the best.

You don't need to worry about Johnny. He'll be fine!"

Nearby, Ben Grimm, the "Thing," shoved a whole apple into his huge mouth, chewed a couple of times, and swallowed it. Then he said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Johnny's getting what he deserves. Sue, you can't keep cleaning up after him forever.

I like that Natasha, especially the way she looks at Johnny. I think we'd get along great."

Sue sat dejectedly in a chair, covering her forehead as she said helplessly, "What am I supposed to do? I can't just watch her torment Johnny!"

Reed smiled patiently. "Then I'll call Nick Fury right away. We can choose to end Johnny's training.

But have you thought about what Johnny would think if we did that?

Sue, he's twenty-two. You can't treat him like a child forever!

You saw it just now. Do you think Johnny would be satisfied with anyone else?"

Sue nodded sadly, reluctantly conceding Reed's point. Johnny really was like a spoiled child.

After suddenly gaining his powers, his thrill-seeking, playful nature had been amplified to the extreme.