"Sue, are you alright?" I asked as I felt the movement stop.
The girl wrapped in my limbs raised her eyes and said, "Much better now. I think I can..." she said, lifting her hand.
BAM
The monster's hand unclenched, and its body slammed into the wall. I immediately wrapped its limbs. Sensing it was still conscious was easy from my position.
"It's still conscious!" I said, looking at Sue.
She nodded resolutely and struck with all her strength. She had realized that blunt impacts didn't hurt me much, meaning she could hit with full force.
BAM
The strategy proved successful, judging by the monster's cessation of movement. Returning to my normal form, I said, "That was a good hit."
Sue smiled. "I tried, but where are we?"
That was a very good question.
"Underground, but..."
My gaze fell on the numerous carvings that depicted motifs very familiar to me. Recognizing the robot-like beings that resembled gods was easy.
Celestials are cosmic beings of incredible power. Mostly, they are creators and experimenters who made humans and numerous human sub-species.
I realized this place was the refuge of a human sub-species known as Deviants. This was evident from the specific collection of bones nearby.
"Who would've thought there's a thriving civilization beneath us," I said.
There were numerous details indicating the presence of a civilization here.
"We need to hide and wait for Ben and Johnny," I said, looking into Sue's astonished eyes.
She understood that this discovery would change the world.
"Why?"
"It's unlikely these beings are peaceful," I replied, pointing to the skulls on spears.
Then Sue and I hid nearby. Thanks to Sue's force fields, we managed to dig a recess in the rock.
—= Johnny Storm =—
"Faster, Rocky!" I shouted mid-flight.
Flying was wonderful. However, two factors hindered my full enjoyment. The first was that we were flying underground, and the second was that my sister had been kidnapped.
"Shut up, Matchstick!" responded the thoroughly annoyed Ben Grimm.
Throughout this battle, we had started to bond slowly. However, our different views on certain things prevented us from completely getting along.
"Hahaha!" I laughed, releasing fire in his direction.
We had already confirmed that this type of flame didn't harm him but irritated him immensely.
"Ben, Johnny!" I suddenly heard my sister's voice from somewhere to the side.
We stopped instantly and began to look around.
"Susan?"
"We're here!" I heard more clearly and found the source of the voice.
Seeing that Susan was alright... the invisible weight on my soul lifted.
—= Reed Richards =—
"So that's the situation," I finished, looking at the gathered original members of the Fantastic Four, and the geek in me squealed with joy.
As soon as I finished explaining, Ben stood up and said, "If I understand correctly, the master of these monsters is hostile towards the people above?"
I nodded.
"So what are we waiting for?" Ben said. "We need to beat that bastard so he doesn't even think about attacking."
Johnny smiled and said, "Didn't expect to agree with this rockhead, but he's right. We can't leave this unresolved."
"You both just want to hit something, don't you?" Sue asked with a resigned look.
Johnny and Ben just grinned.
"In that case, we need to head..."
My gaze fell on the device I had assembled from available materials. The principle behind this receiver was quite simple... at least for the current me. However, due to the poor quality of the materials, the final product was quite flimsy. Fortunately, it managed to indicate the direction of the wave controlling the horde.
"...There."
—= Some Time Later =—
We reached our destination fairly quickly. The absence of traffic and buildings greatly helped. Unfortunately, even this didn't lessen my irritation from the long walk through the underground realm. At that moment, I decided that once we returned, I would build the Fantasticar first thing.
"Why are you all so glum?" Johnny, who was floating in the air, asked.
"Johnny, be quiet," Susan said, looking at him with slight irritation. "Or I'll help Ben hit you."
Stone-faced Ben Grimm grinned. My friend clearly wanted to help carry out this plan.
The blonde fell silent. Meanwhile, I was still busy trying to turn the receiver into a sonar. Just a bit more...
"Done!" I exclaimed with a slight smile.
My team members focused on me.
"The sonar works on a very primitive technology. It would normally disappoint me, but we don't have much choice now."
Johnny looked for something on my device and, not finding it, asked, "Where's the display?"
"There isn't one," I replied, now understanding what had interested him. "I created a mathematical model in my head that works the same way as numerous sonars. Building a three-dimensional map in my mind is slightly straining, but not serious."
Johnny and Ben almost simultaneously said, "Sounds simple enough."
Only an extremely dense person would miss the sarcasm in their voices. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them.
"That's quite impressive," said Susan Storm, who was an intelligent woman.
I smirked and monitored the device. Soon, it began vibrating in a specific sequence. At that moment, using the model, I started constructing a three-dimensional map of the area. A few minutes later, the terrain was clear in my mind.
"I know what awaits us ahead," I said with a slight smile. "We can proceed."
"Finally," Johnny said. "I'm tired of seeing these hordes of monsters moving back and forth."
"I hate to agree with the matchstick, but he's right. I'm also fed up with this sight."
"Ahead, there's nothing worse than these yellow monsters," I said. "However, there's a man with a staff."
"A man?" Susan asked, frowning.
"He's likely responsible for transforming the natives into those monsters," I said. "And he's probably the one we need to capture."
Ben punched his fist into his palm and said, "Then what are we waiting for?"
"TIME TO CRUSH!" Ben shouted as he charged into the place where the master of these creatures resided.
Thanks to the three-dimensional map of the entire area, plotting the necessary route wasn't difficult. That's how we managed to approach the man who, canonically, was the first adversary of the Fantastic Four.
I recognized him by his staff and glasses, which made my job much easier. The Mole Man — a villain of the week created in the '60s or '70s, though my memory of the exact time was fuzzy.
BAM
Ben descended on him like a missile. The Mole Man barely managed to react to the attack, evading the stone projectile at the last second.
Unfortunately for him, we didn't just have Ben, and in that moment, we encircled him. Susan Storm trapped him in a force field, and Johnny, saying, "So you're the Mole Man, huh!"
Engulfed in flames, Johnny launched two fireballs at him.
BAM
"Do you think that will work against me?!" yelled the Mole Man, who had escaped Sue's field.
Clearly, he had created a tunnel underground. His monsters were nearby. The Mole Man struck the ground with his staff...
BAAAM
"RAAAARGH!!!" roared a giant monster, raising the battlefield higher.
I instantly reached for Sue. At that moment, only she and I were in danger, as the attack didn't affect Ben and Johnny. The fiery blonde simply flew alongside, while Ben, perched on the monster, wasn't particularly afraid of the damage.
"Sue!" I shouted.
The blonde, finding herself in my arms, immediately created a protective sphere around us.
"We need to stop him!"
"I'm trying!" Ben and Johnny replied simultaneously.
Ben was indeed trying, and judging by the dents on the monster's body, he was succeeding... However, the monster seemed indifferent, and moments later, we broke through another layer of rock and found ourselves in the city center...
"Damn," I said.
The situation just got a bit worse.
"We need to protect the people from this threat."
Susan nodded and got to work. I helped her. We just needed to hold out until Ben and Johnny dealt with the monster.
—= Ben Grimm =—
Today just got worse.
"RARGH!!!"
The monster, turning and aiming at Ben, tried to strike him, but the fiery Johnny Storm, who started dousing the yellow creature with flames, interrupted it.
"Hey, ugly, I might get offended!" Johnny exclaimed with a cheeky grin.
Matchstick knew how to annoy. And the monster agreed with Ben's thoughts... It tried to catch the fiery man, who expected this move and dodged.
Benjamin Grimm wasn't a picky person, and besides, this was a monster destroying his hometown. So Ben attacked the monster from behind without hesitation.
"I'M STILL HERE!"
Thanks to his experience, Ben knew how to land a punch.
BAM
The yellow monster collapsed to the ground instantly. Ben's punch had hit its spine. The monster couldn't get up.
"Nice hit, rockhead!" Johnny said with a slight grin.
Ben wanted to teach him a lesson, but the blonde flew away from Grimm.
"NOOO!!!" Ben heard the Mole Man's scream.
—= Reed Richards =—
While Ben and Johnny dealt with the monster, Sue and I focused on its master. The Mole Man wasn't particularly dangerous himself, but his device, which created controlled explosions, posed some problems.
However, understanding his device was simple. Creating a countermeasure with available tools was even easier...
"Reed?" Sue's concerned voice sounded.
BAM
"A couple more minutes," I replied, not stopping my work.
The circuit board in the device was still operational. Just tweak the components to amplify the outgoing waves...
"Done!" I said, activating the device.
In the next second, a sound wave of the required frequency emitted from my improvised tool, reacting with the Mole Man's staff.
BAM
The Mole Man's staff exploded from within. Fortunately for him, the explosion was very localized, causing minimal harm.
"Richards!" the Mole Man shouted.
He quickly realized it was my doing. He tried to lunge at me but failed. At that moment, Sue trapped him in a sphere. She was getting better at controlling her powers.
The Mole Man tried to break out of the sphere initially, but realizing he couldn't, he stopped attempting to escape. Meanwhile, I approached and asked, "Why did you attack the base?"
The Mole Man looked into my eyes and said, "Is the genius Reed Richards not so genius after all?"
Provocation. An attempt to elicit an emotional reaction.
"Ah, I see," I replied.
I already had a rough idea why he attacked the base. I just needed to confirm a few things to get the most accurate answer.
"You attacked the base to get to my inventions, didn't you?"
The Mole Man's widened eyes were a more than clear answer.
"H-How d-did you..."
"You said I'm a genius," I replied with a confident smirk.
My words angered the Mole Man. I could see it in his grimace, twisted with rage.
"But that's not your concern right now," I said without the smirk. "Your actions have destroyed a part of New York. What do you think will happen to you next?"
At that moment, Ben and Johnny arrived, looking like Christmas had come early.
"Oh, Mole Man!" Johnny exclaimed with a malicious grin. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you here!"
However, our attention was soon drawn to the crowd gathering around us.
"Did they defeat the monster?"
"Oh God, what's wrong with them?"
"Are they mutants?"
I looked at my friends and said loudly enough, "We are the Fantastic Four!"
—= Some Time Later =—
After everything that happened, the Fantastic Four sat before Franklin Storm.
"Why did you do it?" Sue's father asked me.
At that moment, the TV was showing a segment about the Fantastic Four. It didn't take a genius to understand what Franklin was referring to.
"...A group calling themselves the Fantastic Four saved the city from a monster and a certain Mole Man..." the reporter said.
I looked into Franklin's eyes and said, "We had no other choice. My actions allowed us to gain a good reputation with the public. Their goodwill will become our shield."
"What do you mean?"
"They will protect us from the military. I understand perfectly well that the government wouldn't let us go without any problems. But now we're heroes, which means we have protection."
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"Now we can talk among ourselves," I said, looking at Ben, Johnny, and Susan.
They nodded. I saw questions in their eyes.
"Yes, we need to discuss why we left the Baxter Foundation," Sue said.
Ben and Johnny nodded, agreeing with Sue's words.
At that moment, we were in my house. I leaned back in my chair and said, "The Foundation's dependency on the government and shareholders."
They frowned, not understanding what I meant.
"They won't let us conduct our own research freely," I clarified.
Now they understood why I made that choice.
"Thanks, Reed," Ben said.
My friend's gaze was full of regret.
"No need to thank me, I wanted to get rid of that leash anyway," I replied with a slight smile.
"But what are you planning to do next?" Sue asked. "Conducting research without funds will be extremely difficult, if not impossible."
It was a very good question, and the original Reed Richards might have had trouble answering it, but I had a plan.
"That's an excellent question," I said with unwavering confidence. "I just need to earn the necessary funds."
"What?" my friends asked in unison.
"It's not as difficult as you might think," I added.
The entire night after the battle, I had been playing the stock market. With my brain working several orders of magnitude better than ordinary people, understanding economic mechanisms was quite simple. Adding my residual knowledge from the past made it even easier. While everything didn't happen exactly as in my old world, since this world had countries like Latveria, Symkaria, and companies like Stark Industries, Oscorp, and Hammer Ind., certain similarities existed, and I didn't mind exploiting them.
"And we have an initial cushion for financing our research," I said with a slight smile.
I then showed them the money I had made in such a short time. Reed Richards wasn't poor, as high-caliber specialists always earned well.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Susan.
"Holy crap..." Johnny said, wide-eyed.
"You surprise me more every day, Stretch," Ben said.
The balance on my account was an impressive sum that could drive many ordinary people mad.
"Fifteen million dollars..." Johnny said in a shocked voice.
"And you're saying you made this amount just today through stock market manipulations?" Susan asked.
In response, I simply smiled and nodded.
"Incredible," Sue said.
"Come on," I replied. "I'm sure if you wanted, you could do the same."
I said this sincerely, confident that she could achieve such a result, as Susan Storm was a very smart genetic scientist, a field much more complex than economics, at least in my subjective opinion.
"I would have taken much longer," Susan said, shaking her head.
"Perhaps," I agreed. "But you would have achieved the same result."
She smirked. I knew my words had the desired effect. Susan then added, "You need to learn to accept compliments."
Ben and Johnny smiled, clearly agreeing with her.
"You're right," I replied.
I didn't have much trouble admitting when others were right about certain issues.
"Now we just need to establish the necessary base. But for that, we need to increase our funds. By my calculations, it will take no more than two days."
Then I put away my phone and took out some files. I handed copies to Sue and Johnny, leaving Ben's copy on the table.
"What's this?" Johnny asked, taking the document in his hands.
Susan began reading, her eyes widening in understanding. Ben glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Now that we've settled this matter, we can move on to the next topic. As you might have guessed, our actions have already set a precedent."
"You mean the Mole Man and his monster, Stretch?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, this event exposed us to the public. For now, we need to take advantage of this opportunity and operate under the name Fantastic Four. That's why I managed to patent the brand."
"Fantastic Four, huh?" Johnny said thoughtfully. "Sounds good, I even like it."
"I hate to agree with Matchstick, but I do too."
"Very good idea, Reed," Susan said. "But I'll handle the design."
"W-Why?" I asked her.
In response, she showed my sketch of our main project at the moment...
"I agree with her," Ben said, seeing the design.
"Same here."
"Damn..." I had to admit defeat.
The sketch was of the first Fantastic Four costume from the comics.
—= S.H.I.E.L.D. =—
"So, what do we have here?" said the one-eyed man, one of the most influential people on the planet, Nicholas Joseph Fury, a member of the Howling Commandos, former CIA operative, and now Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
His gaze, which didn't match that of a man born in the 1910s, was fixed on numerous videos of the battle between the Fantastic Four and the Mole Man.
"Four individuals with superpowers, no longer tied to the government, and an egotistical shorty we missed, because?"
Next to Fury stood Maria Hill, his right hand and one of his most effective agents. She replied in an unwavering tone, "Our agents were busy transporting terrorists who planned to release bioweapons in New York. Meanwhile, the other teams..."
Fury stopped the report with a raised hand. He already understood there was a reason, but that didn't lessen the problems.
"I get it."
Fury's gaze was still on the Fantastic Four.
"I have a feeling these people will cause a lot of problems in the future..."
He understood that his actions were currently limited. Thanks to public support... no one would allow S.H.I.E.L.D. to initiate a capture of these four.
"Have our agents found out what they plan to do next?"
Maria Hill just shook her head. This made Fury frown even more. Their agents had discovered that Reed Richards had multiplied his finances several times over through stock market manipulations.
"Call in the Black Widow."
"Are you sure, sir?"
"Yes."
Matthew Murdock is a highly renowned figure in Marvel comics. I would say his fame is on par with Spider-Man. By day, he's attorney Matthew Murdock; by night, he's the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Murdock, Mr. Nelson," I said.
At that moment, I needed his daytime persona.
"Good afternoon," replied Foggy Nelson, Matt Murdock's best friend and an equally dedicated attorney.
It was easy to distinguish them thanks to Matt's glasses.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Richards," said Matthew.
I was aware of Matt's abilities, which is why I came prepared.
"We're glad you chose us, but may I ask... why did you decide to select our law firm?" Matthew asked.
Judging by Foggy's look, he shared his friend's curiosity.
"Because I believe you are the best attorneys in New York," I replied. "And I'm sure you are both honorable people."
Matthew's abilities meant that all his senses, except his sight, were enhanced several times over. With his hearing, he could listen to a person's heartbeat to tell if they were lying or not.
"You're the son of Jonathan Murdock, right?"
Jonathan Murdock was a man who laid the foundation for Matt's character, a very determined man who instilled his perseverance in his son.
"Yes, did you know him?" Matt asked, surprised.
"A friend of mine was a fan of his," I replied.
I wasn't lying. In my mind, I pictured the face of my old friend from the previous world, who was a fan of Matthew Murdock.
"I see," Matt smiled. "What brings you to us?"
"I need legal assistance in forming a company."
Foggy raised an eyebrow, while Matthew simply said, "I see."
—= Some Time Later =—
"Thank you for your help," I said. "I hope our cooperation will be fruitful."
"I think it will be," said Foggy Nelson.
"God's will be done," Matt said with a slight smile.
From that day, Matt and Foggy took on all the legal matters for the company called the Fantastic Four. Now, I could proceed to the next phase of my plan.
I dialed Susan's number on my smartphone and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello, Reed?"
"The legal part is done," I said, feeling confident. "Now we can move on to the next step."
"Great!" she said. "We've already doubled our capital. Your notes helped us a lot."
"Ha! Matchstick, you lost again!"
"Shut up, rockhead!"
I could clearly hear Johnny and Ben's voices on the other end.
"That's good. I'll start looking for a building... and maybe after that, we can go to a restaurant?"
There was silence on the other end. Even Ben and Johnny's voices faded... I began to think she might turn down the date when she suddenly said:
"Yes!" Sue's voice was a mix of excitement and joy, making me feel incredibly happy too.
"In that case, I'll make the reservation," I replied before ending the call. "I'll be home soon."
"Can't wait," Sue said.
With newfound enthusiasm, I set off to tackle the next tasks. Since Susan was handling the money, and the lawyers were managing the legal matters, it was time to focus on Unstable Molecules.
Unstable Molecules are a type of matter capable of absorbing and replicating the properties of the objects that use them. Reed had been working on this project parallel to the engine, so there was plenty of groundwork to build on.
"I need to hurry..." I said, glancing at my watch.
My feet led me to a coffee shop where I was a regular.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Richards," the owner greeted me with a warm smile.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Lee. How are you?"
She looked at me for a moment and said, "Wonderful, and I take it you're doing well too?"
I raised an eyebrow in response.
"Your smile gives you away."
"Haha, yes, you're right."
"The usual?"
I nodded, and she said, "It's not healthy to drink so much coffee, Dr. Richards."
"I assure you, I'll be fine."
Taking three triple-shot espressos, I headed to my home lab. I knew a sleepless night awaited me.
—= Central Europe, Latveria, Castle Von Doom =—
"P-Please have mercy..." the former ruler of Latveria croaked.
Victor von Doom looked at the man who had made his people suffer with utter contempt. A pathetic tyrant, incompetent in every way. A man who had brought Latveria to such a low state that it was painful to see.
"You don't deserve mercy," Victor growled through his mask.
Victor had heard enough of these pleas and began to weave his magic to destroy the man.
"Go to Hell."
A green beam shot from Doom's hand, obliterating the former king of Latveria. The people around Victor said nothing against his actions, as they all understood that the former ruler deserved his fate.
"Butler," Victor called.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
Victor's gaze fell on a portrait of the former royal family.
"Remove this. Remove everything associated with the former king."
The butler bowed and began his task, while Victor ascended to his office.
By now, the office had been modified to suit Victor's needs. Thanks to the Doombots, the work had progressed rapidly.
The new king of Latveria sat in his new chair and waved his hand. A monitor rose smoothly from the desk.
"So, you survived..." Doom whispered, seeing the news about the Fantastic Four. "But not for long, Richards."
—= Matthew Murdock =—
"Quite a busy day, huh?" Foggy asked.
I could feel my friend's muscles moving... Seeing the world in flames was difficult at first, but over time, one could get used to it.
"That's an understatement," I replied with a slight smile.
A glass of beer was emptied in an instant. At that moment, we were in our old friend's bar.
"Working as an attorney for a super-genius is a great opportunity!" Foggy said with a grin.
Reed Richards... He was definitely going to be our most interesting and challenging client. I was certain of it, not just because he was a superhero, as the media had dubbed him, but because he seemed to anticipate our reactions two steps ahead.
"I hope this work will be fruitful," I said.
Foggy smiled and said, "To Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law!"
"To Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law," I echoed with a smile.
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