Dr. Reed Richards

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“Perfect it in a theoretical manner?” he asked, raising a brow that couldn’t be seen behind the glasses. “But how can it be perfected without any testing?” He meant to keep the second statement in his head, but apparently that didn’t happen. “I apologise, I didn’t mean to be rude” he added quickly although he was pretty sure that the damage was already done.

Reed slowly nodded his head. Not really connecting that the man couldn’t see him nod. Regardless, he answered aloud to confirm it, “Yes. I uh...” that one... was a little difficult to explain. As most things were that went on in Reed’s head. “Rude? Heavens no. Rude would be...” he looked around the room briefly as he thought about it. “Rude would be rude, you’ve -- you’ve done nothing rude,” he explained.

“Codes!” He finally declared a little too loud, wincing as it echoed in the lab. “Sorry, I just -- the codes, see. If I perfect the codes, the chances of it working -- See, I don’t really... make mistakes. Well, everyone make mistakes, but I tend to -- tend to catch them.”

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Stooped A Little Too Low || Tony and Reed;

Reed hated entertaining big wheels for funding. There’d once been a time when he didn’t have to deal with such things. But, any money he had in the bank -- was a price paid for a permanent roof over his head, as well as anyone in the Fantastic Four or allies of the group. It was worth it, plus he got a few new toys in his lab from the deal. The life of a scientist, of course, was all his money problems were.

Which brought him here. Standing in front of Stark fucking Industries. He was not a fan of Tony Stark and anyone who knew him, knew that. His CEO, though, Potts. She was polite enough. So, when he got a response from the company (after sending out several emails to multiple companies) -- he opted that this was the best route for his funding.

As soon as he was in, they were taking him to a small board meeting room. It was empty, of course, but had enough space for him to show off his statistics, blueprints, everything that was in his bag. Everything was going fine, until the said ‘Mr. Stark will be in momentarily’.

Shit.

Where was Potts? She was the one he wanted to meet. Not that arrogant son of -- ‘Calm down, Reed.’ No point in getting worked up. Right? He just... needed to lie. Reschedule -- leave.

Grabbing his bag, he hurried to the door. Ben was probably going to have words to say about this, but oh well. However, he didn’t make it out. As soon as he opened the door, he was face to face with the man of the hour. 

Adjusting his classes, he cleared his throat. “I’m uh, I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule, if you’d like. I have... a thing. To do... I uh,” what thing? Shit. “I actually just don’t want to deal with you.”

... That was not what he had planned to say, but there it was.

@tonyman-ironstark

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Matt joked about his blindness quite often. His intention was never to make anyone feel bad. And he was quick to realise that Reed in fact didn’t feel bad. Matt found a strange comfort in that.

“Well I apologise that I derailed your train of thought. But with intellect such as yours, surely you’ll get it back much sooner” he stated, pausing for a moment to survey his surroundings. “I was simply curious as to what it is you’re working on”the statement was vague enough to allow him time to get a sense of what was happening. Perhaps being a vigilante…..or the media made him more paranoid.

Reed chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’d be surprised, actually,” he corrected. But, didn’t take it any further than that. He turned back to what he’d been working on on his computer. “Oh, well... it’s just an idea, really. Blueprints. I haven’t actually started on anything...” he admitted. He usually was very secretive about his projects. Or... nobody bothered asking him about them up until now. It was oddly refreshing, despite Reed not being very good with the interaction that followed.

“It’s a machine. I don’t actually have the funds to build it, yet so I’m trying to... perfect it. In a theoretical manner.”

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“No, I can’t see anything” 

“but I do know how to take a hint, I’m sorry to bother you”

Reed lifted his eyes off the phone he was on to finally catch sight of the man. Making note of the strange glasses and cane. He didn’t feel bad, really. It was an honest mistake, after all. “You’ve disrupted my train of thought already, it’ll take me an hour or so to get it back on track,” which was a lie, but he didn’t need to know that. “What did you need?”

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“Can’t you see I’m working here?”

“I can’t afford... distractions, so if you wouldn’t mind... coming back.” Reed said, quickly adding on, “or not. That’d be... much preferred.”

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Headcanon;

Independence day has never been a holiday Reed has taken apart of. Honestly, he doesn’t pay much mind to any holiday unless someone is there at his side, reminding him and forcing him to take a break and have a good time (usually Ben). Such things usually slip his mind and by the time he remembers, the holiday is already over so he just retreats back to his lab.