Oh boy. I've been slowly working my way through my stories, while also working on a new one. Not to bother you with what I'm doing, but that's what I'm working on right now. Real quick, here are REVIEWS!

Dave Bennett: Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy them! Sign language definitely comes in handy very often. As a student learned ASL along with a couple other languages, I've grown pretty fond of it.

Guest: Thanks, I'm glad you like them working together.

Alright, I'm going to let you go, for now, at the end there will be another thing.


Ben waited patiently in the backyard of the Parr's house, sitting criss-cross on the lawn, drumming his large fingers on his knee. Johnny had told him to wait, but waiting was taking to long.

He himself didn't have any kids. And he could never imagine the type of the pain that Helen and her family could be feeling. Losing a kid like that, it has to be horrible. Not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Ben was getting restless, and it wasn't even his kid. Seconds later, Dash barreled into the backyard, talking almost as fast as he could run. Ben couldn't understand a word he was saying until he calmed down.

Sitting the younger boy down, Ben was finally able to understand what the kid was saying. "What'd you find? Did you find Jack-Jack? Where is he at? Is he ok?"

Ben held up his hands. "Woah, kid. I didn't actually see him. Barton and Romanoff saw Syndrome. I was actually underwater. When we were down there, we saw Omndroids. A lot of them. An entire army."

Dash was quiet for the first time in a while. He sat there, processing the information. Slowly, the others started to trickle in. First came Reed and Susan, with Violet and Lucius. A minute later, Helen, Bob, and Johnny walked in. The whole gang was back together.

Helen hugged her kids, and Ben told the story over again. Everyone listened silently, Helen stared intently the whole time.

Johnny stood in the corner, lighting, and extinguishing it over and over in his hand. Susan leaned into Reed's shoulder, and Ben stayed where he was.

Bob turned and punched the fence he was leaning against before Helen put a hand on his shoulder. He stopped and they embraced tightly.

Violet and Dash sat side by side, silently comforting each other. Violet reached over and grabbed Dash's hand, squeezing reassuringly. He gave a small smile and squeezed back. Lucius stood in the back, listening.

"So, what's our plan. What's next. We need to get-" Helen started to ask when a shrill ringtone cut her off.

Reed grabbed his phone from his back pocket, apologized, and excused himself. Everyone turned as he talked quietly into the phone, face scowling and worried.

He ended the call and walked back to the group. He looked concerned and told them the situation.

"I'm really sorry to do this to all of you, be we need to head back to New York. Now. I just got an emergency call from back home, Doctor Doom is back. He's leveled half of Central Park right now, and he doesn't seem like he's stopping. We need to go." He informed regretfully.

Helen swore under her breath, and Reed looked at her sadly. "I am sincerely, very sorry. But we must move."

The Fantastic Four expressed their apologies and said goodbye, before leaving the Parr's to themselves. The two assassins were probably with Syndrome and Jack-Jack, the Fantastic Four cleared out.

"We need to call the rest of the Avengers."


Woah. There's not a lot of action right now, and I plan on getting more action soon. But right now, I'm sorry to disappoint, but the Fantastic Four is not going to be continuing in this story. I'm really sorry, but I was going to bring the other Avengers back into this, and that's a heckin lot of characters, that I don't know if I'm able to do. Maybe some point, when I get better at writing I'll try.

Well, I'm going to go now. There will be other cameos and appearances in this and maybe continuing stories, but the rest of them for right now will be like this.

Bye!