Reed Richards I Mr. Fantastic

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It was no longer a secret that Reed Richards, one of the most intelligent people in this sphere, could not apply his intelligence to everything. Even the media occasionally made fun of his social incompetence, but Reed did not feel offended by this and certainly did not feel compelled to change anything. He had a purpose and a mission in this world, and now... in other universes as well, and his destiny was certainly not to make small talk or go shopping in the evening.

But sometimes even he had to face these things, namely when no one else did and he had to take care of his son's well-being. Well-balanced nutrition, protein, and vitamin intake were especially important for a toddler, and Franklin needed much more than that. Lately, the leader of the Fantastic 4 had not been particularly enthusiastic about the food that had been delivered to him. Either it didn't have the right nutritional values, it had been sprayed, or his son didn't like the taste... so unfortunately, there was no other option but to deal with this matter a little more intensively.

When he entered the grocery store, he wanted to turn around immediately:: too many impressions that could confuse his thinking, too many people who could approach him... too much distraction from the supposedly important things in his life, from science. But Franklin was also a high priority, so he took a leap of faith and looked around. The selection of fruits and vegetables was large, varied, and colorful, but at some point he lost himself in testing and checking whether the bananas were the right size, whether the grapes had been sprayed with poison, where the goods came from, and whether they might have been genetically modified to make them look juicier and more beautiful. As a result, his shopping cart quickly became a mess, countless pieces of fruit and vegetables with bites taken out of them, various testing devices connected to them to calculate their nutritional content and any toxic components, and torn-open packages of things he didn't know and couldn't quite believe that people actually bought this unhealthy stuff, even though the ingredients were listed in tiny print on the packaging.

“Milk slice? There is no milk in this product. Sugar-free... but peppered with an endless number of substitutes... how can you put something like this on the market? It's fatal!”

He muttered to himself.

"Coca-Cola. A drink that was originally sold as a medicine and has since successfully established itself as a global ritual. Essentially, water, phosphoric acid, caffeine, and enough sugar to power a medium-sized star for a short time. Humanity has discovered quantum physics, decoded the human genome... and this is the result of our civilizational development."

And slowly he even became angry and was about to express his opinion a little more loudly.