Post by jordan on Jan 2, 2013 11:55:29 GMT -5
Fantastic Four
Issue #1
Re-Released
By The Wonderful Wachter
and Jordan Miller
(Previously Titled: The New Kid)
Thank you Wachter for the foundation to a beautiful future for the Fantastic Four.
*
Foundation Space Station,
Present
In the end, Valeria’s request to alter the station’s design had been rejected by not one but all three of the Foundation’s heads. Uncle Ben didn’t trust it now that he wasn’t completely invulnerable. Her mother felt that the concept was too far out there to be utilized just yet. And her Grandfather Franklin flat out said no without so much as glancing at the alterations. Kill joys… All of them. Only her Grandpa Nate thought it was neat, like any true Richards would. Such was life… Even here on a station designed by her father, the Richards were being held back by the man incapable of truly comprehending their brilliance.
She leaned over the bar, drowning her sorrows in a chocolate parfait served to her by a H.E.R.B.I.E. dressed up like a penguin. Dawn broke over their heads on a south pacific sky, the orange and blues lending a hopeful ambiance to the gathering. They certainly liked that design of hers. Anything to forget they were locked up in a tin can floating miles above the Earth. Just pick an image and the ceiling or even the walls could show anything in all the known realms.
It had nothing on her Free-Shoots.
Stupid elevators…
All night – at least relative to the station’s night cycle – she had reporters, journalists, cameramen, fellow scientists and whomever else thought her to be interesting based on her known association, offering to buy, well share in this context, her drinks. Her slinky dark blue dress still paled in comparison to her mother’s. Her personality had nothing on her brother’s. She’d turn, glare and point out she had a parfait but if they could recite anything on string theory and its relation to the Negative Zone then by all means, take the seat next to her. . . And still they would come.
Once upon a time she could have treated the media coverage as funny. As amusing. Seemed like half the purpose of being a member of the Fantastic Four growing up had been all the publicity related to their actions. She use to enjoy picking on the reporters come to court her by talking over their heads, toying with them. But then they started treating her brother as something… else. There was fear there… For no reason… Just because of what he was.
Of course, Val understood the theory behind all the annoying publicity stunts. Her father had all but declared himself the sovereign ruler of a nation floating above the earth with the world’s most brilliant minds and powerful people as citizens because he had grown weary of all the politics and in-the-box thinking his supposed peers pelted him with. Fled to space and he took everyone that would follow him… Hard not to presume that to be a threat. Her mother wanted to alleviate those concerns. Show the world they had nothing to fear from the Future Foundation… Its hangars would always be open.
Bah.
Valeria slurped at her parfait. The H.E.R.B.I.E. raised a pixeled brow across his face-screen at her lack of manners. From the station’s central computer to the lowest of the cleaning droids, Herbie lived within their core-processors. They may have had different designs – some as floating eggs and others as close to man as mechanically possible – but they all could remember raising the Richards children to have a better sense of etiquette than she was currently displaying.
Again with the bah.
Out of the corner of her vision, through the crowds of white uniformed staff and plain dressed guests, she caught sight of a green coat. She had enough of an understanding of fashion to know the color wasn’t quite sensible for the occasion. At least not on the body type of a man.
She jumped from the bar, knocking her sweet dessert over, ignoring the static-charged face of the annoyed bartender. She pushed through the crowd, chasing the flapping of a green cloak. Her mind raced in disbelief. He had actually came. He came . . . She followed the emerald serpent through the masses, lost in everything but the urge to catch up with him.
Finally, Val exited the crowd of journalists, dignitaries, and god knows what else to find… nothing. No one. Only one corridor nearby. Potentially could have ducked into it. Understandable, he likely didn’t want them to be overheard. She ran over to it, her heels clacking against the floor.
Whumf
In a sensation nothing like running into a brick wall such as her Uncle Ben would have made when she was younger, Valeria fell back on her butt with a painful thud, her legs sprawling out in front, bare thigh showing through the side-slit. Her accoster was no man in a green cloak… No man who would have been considered a man among men. In fact, he was a tad scrawny and his sense of fashion was worse than Valeria’s.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Giant white eyes filled the man’s face. “Are… are you okay?” He tried to help her up only to be caught in a bubble and tossed into the wall to preserve some of her dignity.
“Where’s the man in green?”
“Green?”
Damn it… Too many possibilities for her to narrow it down without more data. He could have been there and teleported away. Could have transformed into this fool. She could have been seeing things. Or he might never have been there at all… The last two thoughts filled her with deep sadness that she quickly masked with fury.
“What did you see?” Valeria asked as she stood, smoothing out her dress-length.
“Nothing, I swear!”
She looked him up and down before deciding he wasn’t worth it. “Why aren’t you in uniform?”
“Uh… what?”
“Scarlet Spider… The new member of my team. You should be in uniform or not seen at all,” she recited the mantra she had heard for the past decade about men like him. “If you show up dressed like that then it defeats the purpose of you associating with us.”
“You’ve heard of me, eh?” the corners of his red mask twisted up in a smirk.
“Hmph. My brother probably forgot that part, didn’t he?” She released him from the wall. “What are you doing here?”
Spider dropped to the floor and landed with perfect balance. “Captain Fantastic told me I could go anywhere not labeled restricted or experiment-in-progress. So I thought I’d wander around for a bit and see if I could find Dr. Reed Richards.” He scratched his jaw, suddenly bashful. “He was kinda my idol growing up.”
Valeria motioned for him to follow her, her disappointment hidden behind her no-nonsense attitude she had inherited from her mother. “One: My father is a very busy man. Two: When you’re considered a masked menace, how safe do you think it is to wander about? Three: I’ll see if you can get an appointment with him.” She turned an exceedingly terrifying grin on the Spider. “He’d be deeply fascinated with how you came about your abilities… hehe.”
“Uh,” gulped the man. From the tone of his voice and manner of speaking, she guessed he was approximately her age and a New York native. “I’m totally fine with a rain check.”
“Don’t worry. With our technology, you wouldn’t feel a thing and if you do… Well you know what they say about space.”
“This is some sort of hazing ritual, right?”
An elevator door opened before the pair. Valeria spun on her heel before entering. The black webbed Spider stumbled to a halt, sweating beneath his mask.
“Absolutely not. Why do you think my father moved to space? None of those pesky laws to interfere with his experimentation.”
The Scarlet Spider felt his feet lift off from the ground as she levitated him into the elevator.
“Try not to scream, would you?”
The doors slid shut behind them, locking them within the elevator’s closed confines. The Spider couldn’t speak. Dared not to. Valeria stayed smiling as they left the party together.
---
Franklin crossed his arms and loosened his tie as he waited beside the Scarlet Spider for his sister to get back. He didn’t mind leaving the party early. Oddly enough, he wasn’t in the partying mood today. As he leaned back in his seat within the briefing room, he glanced at the new guy. Spider had stayed in character since he had been collected back on Earth. He had yet to take off his mask or costume and now… now he sat in his chair like he crouched on the gargoyle.
Did he have a beef with cushions?
Noticing the stare, Spider met it with his wide bug eyes. “Your sister is terrifying. I can’t believe you two are related.”
“I don’t scare you?”
“Not at all. I grew up, watching you become a hero the world over.”
“Heh,” chuckled Franklin forlornly, “What’s my codename?”
“Codename? Captain Fantastic, right?”
“Do you remember when you started thinking of me as that?”
The Spider crouched silently, his brows furrowing underneath his mask. Franklin could almost see his thoughts in a bubble over his mask. The confusion bubbling forth. Couldn’t remember when he started thinking like that, could he? Not sure why Franklin was called it in the first place.
“No…”
“Then you really should be more frightened of me,” Franklin pointed out without explaining why. The Spider would learn shortly. And if he didn’t, well, he wouldn’t last long as a hero.
Before Red could ask the question that Franklin already heard in his mind, the door to the meeting room slid open with a fwoosh. Gotta love the sound effect. In walked Valeria already in her white and black Fantastic Four uniform closely followed by their uncle Johnny still in his rumpled suit. Johnny didn’t look like the happy go lucky poster boy for the F4 he was when he was Franklin’s age. His features were ruggedly handsome instead of chiseled, square jaw eternally scruffy. He remained muscular, bulked up as the years passed him by. Yet the most notable difference had to be behind his eyes… Franklin hoped after two decades of super heroing, he could avoid such a fate.
Valeria tossed a tennis-ball sized white sphere at the Scarlet Spider while Johnny slouched into a foam-form seat beside his nephew. Without thinking, the new guy caught it reflexively. He regretted it an instant later. From the ball, came a river of white, snaking up his arm. Red flapped his arm uselessly as he tried to fling the substance off of him. Slowly, surely, it covered his body. First his arm on up to his neck, then his head. The whites of his bug-eyes became bordered with black… Black piping striped down his sides. The substance consumed him completely.
Now he stood dressed as a member of the Fantastic Four, his spider emblem replaced with one featuring a four in its middle.
Red, or rather Formerly Red, twisted about, looking at himself up and down. The black edged eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He flicked out his wrist. And then he did it again when nothing came out. When that failed, he tried his other hand.
Valeria coughed haughtily. In her hands were two silver wristbands. She floated them in bubbles towards their new member.
“Yes!” Spider took them excitedly and put them on immediately. “I have webshooters!” Then he tilted his head to the side a tad dejectedly.
“Problem?” asked Franklin.
Spider tugged at his uniform. Made from unstable molecules, it would be more durable and suitable to his powers than the clothe one he had on underneath. It was one of his father’s inventions, developed following the founding of the Four, and over the years, both he and Valeria had made numerous innovations with it. Self-fixing, auto-adjusting… capable of withstanding intense temperatures and situations… it had any number of qualities that they wanted to give it. Extremely superior to the Spider’s original costume. He had no reason to be sad.
“It’s not red,” he mumbled morosely.
“We don’t wear red,” responded Val without missing a beat.
“Johnny does.”
Both the man in question and his sister stared at Franklin as if he had just eaten a slug.
“Uncle Johnny doesn’t count.”
“Besides,” smirked the older man, “I don’t actually wear it. More just what I am.”
“The color is kinda important,” Spider started to explain as he tested out the webshooters. “It’s what I am too. Y’know… Scarlet Spider. How are people supposed to know who I am?” the white webs stuck soundly to the wall. “Without it, I’m just, well, Spider. Not very supery.”
That was his issue? “Might I suggest Mr. Spider? Captain Spider?”
The bug-eyes blinked… Valeria had down a fantastic job with the molecules’ traits. “I like the alliteration.”
“Sir Spider?” Johnny added helpfully.
As if a dam had been broke open, all the tension from the press conference and the following meet and greet vanished. The three family members started laughing, their lips curling into nearly identical smiles. Eventually, Spider joined in too. He was a welcome addition to the team.
---
“We lie in the dumps with our own misery, wallowing in our fear and pity,” the man with the metal mask calls out to the thousands of people listening. “We hear one bad thing and we run into our houses, lock our doors and prepare for the apocalypse. Why? Because we do that, the human race has been forced to a stand-still, with the only exception being Reed Richards and his Future Foundation!” The man points the sky at the brightest star. “But today, today I say we do not run into our houses and wait for the apocalypse, today I say we start the apocalypse!” He juts his fist into the air and his subjects cheer. He continues his speech, but no one hears the words.
Latveria has been at a stand-still for months now, and only the good Victor von Doom could bare with the idea of war. But not just any war, an intergalactic war…brought to Earth. Victor walks back into his castle off the balcony which previously he stood upon. He looks at a robot, seemingly the same man. “Do you think that was good enough for him?” Victor asks the identical robot.
“Does he have a say in the matter what was good enough for him or not? He hasn’t been seen out of his chambers in years!” This one’s voice was a little higher of a pitch. Malfunction maybe?
“I still prefer not to disappoint, he can dismantle us at his slightest whim.” Together, they begin walking down a long hallway to a large set of doors plated in gold. The second, higher pitched robot gives a soft laugh. “What’s so funny, 20864?”
“Nothing, it’s just…dismantle us? Why in the world would the great and mighty Victor von Doom dismantle his only friends?”
---
On the edge of the galaxy, looking down on the pathetic humans known as the Fantastic Four, there was a simple race of great power. This power looks upon us all, and it prepares…prepares for the greatest war in human history…and any other history.
---
Next in Fantastic Four:
Victor von Doom has a conversation with his Doom-bots as the Fantastic Four get their first assignment. Blood will fall in all of the wrong places, and a battle between the Earth’s smartest men will rage. The return of an unexpected villain will cause the Foundation much strife. Another press conference will expose something…abnormal about the Foundation. And when will the Scarlet Spider finally meet his hero, Reed Richards?
Issue #1
Re-Released
By The Wonderful Wachter
and Jordan Miller
(Previously Titled: The New Kid)
Thank you Wachter for the foundation to a beautiful future for the Fantastic Four.
*
Foundation Space Station,
Present
In the end, Valeria’s request to alter the station’s design had been rejected by not one but all three of the Foundation’s heads. Uncle Ben didn’t trust it now that he wasn’t completely invulnerable. Her mother felt that the concept was too far out there to be utilized just yet. And her Grandfather Franklin flat out said no without so much as glancing at the alterations. Kill joys… All of them. Only her Grandpa Nate thought it was neat, like any true Richards would. Such was life… Even here on a station designed by her father, the Richards were being held back by the man incapable of truly comprehending their brilliance.
She leaned over the bar, drowning her sorrows in a chocolate parfait served to her by a H.E.R.B.I.E. dressed up like a penguin. Dawn broke over their heads on a south pacific sky, the orange and blues lending a hopeful ambiance to the gathering. They certainly liked that design of hers. Anything to forget they were locked up in a tin can floating miles above the Earth. Just pick an image and the ceiling or even the walls could show anything in all the known realms.
It had nothing on her Free-Shoots.
Stupid elevators…
All night – at least relative to the station’s night cycle – she had reporters, journalists, cameramen, fellow scientists and whomever else thought her to be interesting based on her known association, offering to buy, well share in this context, her drinks. Her slinky dark blue dress still paled in comparison to her mother’s. Her personality had nothing on her brother’s. She’d turn, glare and point out she had a parfait but if they could recite anything on string theory and its relation to the Negative Zone then by all means, take the seat next to her. . . And still they would come.
Once upon a time she could have treated the media coverage as funny. As amusing. Seemed like half the purpose of being a member of the Fantastic Four growing up had been all the publicity related to their actions. She use to enjoy picking on the reporters come to court her by talking over their heads, toying with them. But then they started treating her brother as something… else. There was fear there… For no reason… Just because of what he was.
Of course, Val understood the theory behind all the annoying publicity stunts. Her father had all but declared himself the sovereign ruler of a nation floating above the earth with the world’s most brilliant minds and powerful people as citizens because he had grown weary of all the politics and in-the-box thinking his supposed peers pelted him with. Fled to space and he took everyone that would follow him… Hard not to presume that to be a threat. Her mother wanted to alleviate those concerns. Show the world they had nothing to fear from the Future Foundation… Its hangars would always be open.
Bah.
Valeria slurped at her parfait. The H.E.R.B.I.E. raised a pixeled brow across his face-screen at her lack of manners. From the station’s central computer to the lowest of the cleaning droids, Herbie lived within their core-processors. They may have had different designs – some as floating eggs and others as close to man as mechanically possible – but they all could remember raising the Richards children to have a better sense of etiquette than she was currently displaying.
Again with the bah.
Out of the corner of her vision, through the crowds of white uniformed staff and plain dressed guests, she caught sight of a green coat. She had enough of an understanding of fashion to know the color wasn’t quite sensible for the occasion. At least not on the body type of a man.
She jumped from the bar, knocking her sweet dessert over, ignoring the static-charged face of the annoyed bartender. She pushed through the crowd, chasing the flapping of a green cloak. Her mind raced in disbelief. He had actually came. He came . . . She followed the emerald serpent through the masses, lost in everything but the urge to catch up with him.
Finally, Val exited the crowd of journalists, dignitaries, and god knows what else to find… nothing. No one. Only one corridor nearby. Potentially could have ducked into it. Understandable, he likely didn’t want them to be overheard. She ran over to it, her heels clacking against the floor.
Whumf
In a sensation nothing like running into a brick wall such as her Uncle Ben would have made when she was younger, Valeria fell back on her butt with a painful thud, her legs sprawling out in front, bare thigh showing through the side-slit. Her accoster was no man in a green cloak… No man who would have been considered a man among men. In fact, he was a tad scrawny and his sense of fashion was worse than Valeria’s.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Giant white eyes filled the man’s face. “Are… are you okay?” He tried to help her up only to be caught in a bubble and tossed into the wall to preserve some of her dignity.
“Where’s the man in green?”
“Green?”
Damn it… Too many possibilities for her to narrow it down without more data. He could have been there and teleported away. Could have transformed into this fool. She could have been seeing things. Or he might never have been there at all… The last two thoughts filled her with deep sadness that she quickly masked with fury.
“What did you see?” Valeria asked as she stood, smoothing out her dress-length.
“Nothing, I swear!”
She looked him up and down before deciding he wasn’t worth it. “Why aren’t you in uniform?”
“Uh… what?”
“Scarlet Spider… The new member of my team. You should be in uniform or not seen at all,” she recited the mantra she had heard for the past decade about men like him. “If you show up dressed like that then it defeats the purpose of you associating with us.”
“You’ve heard of me, eh?” the corners of his red mask twisted up in a smirk.
“Hmph. My brother probably forgot that part, didn’t he?” She released him from the wall. “What are you doing here?”
Spider dropped to the floor and landed with perfect balance. “Captain Fantastic told me I could go anywhere not labeled restricted or experiment-in-progress. So I thought I’d wander around for a bit and see if I could find Dr. Reed Richards.” He scratched his jaw, suddenly bashful. “He was kinda my idol growing up.”
Valeria motioned for him to follow her, her disappointment hidden behind her no-nonsense attitude she had inherited from her mother. “One: My father is a very busy man. Two: When you’re considered a masked menace, how safe do you think it is to wander about? Three: I’ll see if you can get an appointment with him.” She turned an exceedingly terrifying grin on the Spider. “He’d be deeply fascinated with how you came about your abilities… hehe.”
“Uh,” gulped the man. From the tone of his voice and manner of speaking, she guessed he was approximately her age and a New York native. “I’m totally fine with a rain check.”
“Don’t worry. With our technology, you wouldn’t feel a thing and if you do… Well you know what they say about space.”
“This is some sort of hazing ritual, right?”
An elevator door opened before the pair. Valeria spun on her heel before entering. The black webbed Spider stumbled to a halt, sweating beneath his mask.
“Absolutely not. Why do you think my father moved to space? None of those pesky laws to interfere with his experimentation.”
The Scarlet Spider felt his feet lift off from the ground as she levitated him into the elevator.
“Try not to scream, would you?”
The doors slid shut behind them, locking them within the elevator’s closed confines. The Spider couldn’t speak. Dared not to. Valeria stayed smiling as they left the party together.
---
Franklin crossed his arms and loosened his tie as he waited beside the Scarlet Spider for his sister to get back. He didn’t mind leaving the party early. Oddly enough, he wasn’t in the partying mood today. As he leaned back in his seat within the briefing room, he glanced at the new guy. Spider had stayed in character since he had been collected back on Earth. He had yet to take off his mask or costume and now… now he sat in his chair like he crouched on the gargoyle.
Did he have a beef with cushions?
Noticing the stare, Spider met it with his wide bug eyes. “Your sister is terrifying. I can’t believe you two are related.”
“I don’t scare you?”
“Not at all. I grew up, watching you become a hero the world over.”
“Heh,” chuckled Franklin forlornly, “What’s my codename?”
“Codename? Captain Fantastic, right?”
“Do you remember when you started thinking of me as that?”
The Spider crouched silently, his brows furrowing underneath his mask. Franklin could almost see his thoughts in a bubble over his mask. The confusion bubbling forth. Couldn’t remember when he started thinking like that, could he? Not sure why Franklin was called it in the first place.
“No…”
“Then you really should be more frightened of me,” Franklin pointed out without explaining why. The Spider would learn shortly. And if he didn’t, well, he wouldn’t last long as a hero.
Before Red could ask the question that Franklin already heard in his mind, the door to the meeting room slid open with a fwoosh. Gotta love the sound effect. In walked Valeria already in her white and black Fantastic Four uniform closely followed by their uncle Johnny still in his rumpled suit. Johnny didn’t look like the happy go lucky poster boy for the F4 he was when he was Franklin’s age. His features were ruggedly handsome instead of chiseled, square jaw eternally scruffy. He remained muscular, bulked up as the years passed him by. Yet the most notable difference had to be behind his eyes… Franklin hoped after two decades of super heroing, he could avoid such a fate.
Valeria tossed a tennis-ball sized white sphere at the Scarlet Spider while Johnny slouched into a foam-form seat beside his nephew. Without thinking, the new guy caught it reflexively. He regretted it an instant later. From the ball, came a river of white, snaking up his arm. Red flapped his arm uselessly as he tried to fling the substance off of him. Slowly, surely, it covered his body. First his arm on up to his neck, then his head. The whites of his bug-eyes became bordered with black… Black piping striped down his sides. The substance consumed him completely.
Now he stood dressed as a member of the Fantastic Four, his spider emblem replaced with one featuring a four in its middle.
Red, or rather Formerly Red, twisted about, looking at himself up and down. The black edged eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He flicked out his wrist. And then he did it again when nothing came out. When that failed, he tried his other hand.
Valeria coughed haughtily. In her hands were two silver wristbands. She floated them in bubbles towards their new member.
“Yes!” Spider took them excitedly and put them on immediately. “I have webshooters!” Then he tilted his head to the side a tad dejectedly.
“Problem?” asked Franklin.
Spider tugged at his uniform. Made from unstable molecules, it would be more durable and suitable to his powers than the clothe one he had on underneath. It was one of his father’s inventions, developed following the founding of the Four, and over the years, both he and Valeria had made numerous innovations with it. Self-fixing, auto-adjusting… capable of withstanding intense temperatures and situations… it had any number of qualities that they wanted to give it. Extremely superior to the Spider’s original costume. He had no reason to be sad.
“It’s not red,” he mumbled morosely.
“We don’t wear red,” responded Val without missing a beat.
“Johnny does.”
Both the man in question and his sister stared at Franklin as if he had just eaten a slug.
“Uncle Johnny doesn’t count.”
“Besides,” smirked the older man, “I don’t actually wear it. More just what I am.”
“The color is kinda important,” Spider started to explain as he tested out the webshooters. “It’s what I am too. Y’know… Scarlet Spider. How are people supposed to know who I am?” the white webs stuck soundly to the wall. “Without it, I’m just, well, Spider. Not very supery.”
That was his issue? “Might I suggest Mr. Spider? Captain Spider?”
The bug-eyes blinked… Valeria had down a fantastic job with the molecules’ traits. “I like the alliteration.”
“Sir Spider?” Johnny added helpfully.
As if a dam had been broke open, all the tension from the press conference and the following meet and greet vanished. The three family members started laughing, their lips curling into nearly identical smiles. Eventually, Spider joined in too. He was a welcome addition to the team.
---
“We lie in the dumps with our own misery, wallowing in our fear and pity,” the man with the metal mask calls out to the thousands of people listening. “We hear one bad thing and we run into our houses, lock our doors and prepare for the apocalypse. Why? Because we do that, the human race has been forced to a stand-still, with the only exception being Reed Richards and his Future Foundation!” The man points the sky at the brightest star. “But today, today I say we do not run into our houses and wait for the apocalypse, today I say we start the apocalypse!” He juts his fist into the air and his subjects cheer. He continues his speech, but no one hears the words.
Latveria has been at a stand-still for months now, and only the good Victor von Doom could bare with the idea of war. But not just any war, an intergalactic war…brought to Earth. Victor walks back into his castle off the balcony which previously he stood upon. He looks at a robot, seemingly the same man. “Do you think that was good enough for him?” Victor asks the identical robot.
“Does he have a say in the matter what was good enough for him or not? He hasn’t been seen out of his chambers in years!” This one’s voice was a little higher of a pitch. Malfunction maybe?
“I still prefer not to disappoint, he can dismantle us at his slightest whim.” Together, they begin walking down a long hallway to a large set of doors plated in gold. The second, higher pitched robot gives a soft laugh. “What’s so funny, 20864?”
“Nothing, it’s just…dismantle us? Why in the world would the great and mighty Victor von Doom dismantle his only friends?”
---
On the edge of the galaxy, looking down on the pathetic humans known as the Fantastic Four, there was a simple race of great power. This power looks upon us all, and it prepares…prepares for the greatest war in human history…and any other history.
---
Next in Fantastic Four:
Victor von Doom has a conversation with his Doom-bots as the Fantastic Four get their first assignment. Blood will fall in all of the wrong places, and a battle between the Earth’s smartest men will rage. The return of an unexpected villain will cause the Foundation much strife. Another press conference will expose something…abnormal about the Foundation. And when will the Scarlet Spider finally meet his hero, Reed Richards?