Teddy caught himself jiggling his leg nervously for the second time in five minutes. He'd finally bit the bullet and asked Hercules to
put him in touch with the Fantastic Four. Mr. Fantastic had agreed to see him about alien genetic testing, to see if he really was (somehow) the son of Captain Mar-Vell.
Now, if only he could stop being quite so nervous.
It's just the Baxter Building, Altman, he reminded himself. You hang out in the Avengers' Mansion. Be cool.
...
...Holy shiznit, I'm in the Baxter Building to get my DNA tested. My life is awesome.