Civil War by Stuart Moore

Author:Stuart Moore [Moore, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Comics & Graphic Novels, Avengers (Fictitious Characters)
ISBN: 9780785160359
Google: b_qVpwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0785160353
Barnesnoble: 0785160353
Publisher: Marvel
Published: 2012-06-06T04:00:00+00:00

My Darling Reed,

First off, I wanted to let you know that Johnny’s doing better. The stitches came out yesterday, and he’s been happily recuperating at the penthouse apartment of someone named “Marika.”

Same old Johnny. I know I should be happy, but I’m not.

I’m so ashamed of you right now, Reed. And I’m ashamed of myself for going along, for passively supporting your fascistic plans.

That’s why I’m leaving.

The suitcase lay on the bed, half packed. It was small, carry-on size, with little wheels: barely enough space inside for a change of clothes, some toiletries, and a well-worn blue super hero costume. Somehow the costume still fit, even after two children and dozens of super villain battles.

Sue smiled. Must be the unstable molecules.

She’d had to sneak into her own home, past the S.H.I.E.L.D. blockade. If Reed were to check the entry logs, he’d see that she’d entered her passcode—and, of course, the security cameras would record the outer door opening briefly, then swishing shut. It wouldn’t show anyone entering, of course, because no one had. At least, no one visible.

But Reed was distracted. Very, very distracted, even more so than usual. Right now, one floor above, he and Tony Stark were overseeing the transfer of the captured “Resistance” members to that horror show they’d built in the Negative Zone.

Once Sue was inside the building, she hadn’t felt the need to stay invisible. Reed would never notice her. These days he had no time for anyone, except Tony.

Sue flung open the top bureau drawer, felt around for her old, disused communicator. Found it: a bulky walky-talkie device with a “4” etched onto it. She tossed it into the bed, next to the suitcase—and then her eyes stopped on something else, lying in the back of the drawer. She pulled it out, held it up to the light.

A model rocket ship. And not just any rocket: a replica of the privately built ship that Ben Grimm had piloted out of the desert that fateful night. The night that Sue, Reed, Ben, and Johnny braved the cosmic ray belt at the edge of Earth’s atmosphere, and were transformed into the Fantastic Four.

She’d almost forgotten this model. Reed had built it for her on their first wedding anniversary. The paint job was meticulous, down to the silver detailing on the old-style rocket tubes. The tinted cockpit even showed four little silhouettes inside.

She remembered thinking it was possibly the worst anniversary gift in history. And that had made her love Reed even more.

She wiped away a tear. Turned to the baby monitor on the night table and switched it on. Listened, for just a minute, to the voices of Franklin and Valeria arguing with HERBIE, their robot babysitter, about who was allowed to pick a DVD to watch.

Then she heard a noise, just past the doorway. She snapped off the monitor and willed herself invisible—then thought better of it, and faded back into view. It was pointless to hide. If Reed didn’t already know she was here, the half-packed suitcase would be a dead giveaway.

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