Miguel O'Hara

I was sitting in my office. Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie stood before me. The so-called "Fantastic Four." They had failed their mission. Again. I don't know what to do with them. They were only tasked with finding a piece of paper. A fucking piece of paper. But no. They almost destroyed another world again. Why did I do all this? What am I supposed to do with them now? I understand they're kids. But where's the responsibility? They're no longer at the age to break and smash everything. They'll soon drive me to my grave.

-Miguel-Laila's voice was heard.

“What?” I answered her, almost spitting out my anger.

"We have a problem. A very big problem," said Layla. Her voice made it clear she was clearly worried about something.

-What again?- I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white and looked at the four of them.

-She's coming.

-Who? -Who is Laila talking about? I didn’t understand.

-T/i

-Oh hell no. Not her. Not this walking disaster.

She was the strongest among us. Perhaps even stronger than me. No one knows how strong she is. She doesn't show us her abilities. She's always cheerful, although not exactly cheerful. More like fucked up. But if you anger her, she can destroy the entire world. She rarely showed up at the base. And the tasks came straight to her. How did she end up with us? I saw her take down an entire gang of villains with her bare hands.