"Okay, so tell me exactly what is going on." Mr. Fantastic said into the phone.

'Spider-Man was on speaker, his voice worried.

"We were taken by Mysterio and sent into another world...crazy stuff went down there, Reeds, like crazy!"

"Continue, Spider-Man."

"Yeah. So then, like, the Spider-Man from that world was brought here, just to bash my rep and to frame me. Then, when Mysterio brings me back, I'd get arrested."

Mr. Fantastic nodded. "I see. I really do. I want to believe you, Spider-Man. But you...or whoever...just attacked us."

"I understand. That's why Nighty's over there and not me."

"We should meet, but under some circumstances..."

"Sure. Anything."

Mr. Fantastic nodded at me. "Do you care about this girl, Spider-Man?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. Very much so."

"Ben, please take her."

The Thing grabbed me. "What? What's going on?"

"Ben, take her to...you know where. Spider-Man, if you come here and do us harm, we will harm your friend. Understood?"

"Reeds, there is no need for that."

"I'm sorry, Spider-Man, but there is."

"It's okay, Spidey. It's okay. 'Cause nothing's gonna happen. 'Cause you're not evil. I know, it's okay. So, where are we going, Thing?"

He grunted and carried me away. I just sat and enjoyed the ride.

"Sorry about all this, kid."

"It's fine."

"Your buddy hurt our friends pretty bad. We just want to play it safe."

"So...where are we going?"

"Right here. It's an interrogation room for superhumans."

"You guys have it all, huh?"

"Pretty much. There's a bowling alley on the third floor."

"Really?"

"No."

He set me down once we were inside the room. He told me to sit down on a chair at the far end. A table was in front of it. The Thing then brought out what he called 'specially made, indestructable handcuffs'. He cuffed both of my hands to the table, which he also told me weighed over one thousand pounds.

"Now this isn't necessary."

"Let's just get this straight. Do I feel bad? Yes. Do I trust you two anymore? No. Now, see that camera? It's watching you. Don't do anything stupid."

"I'm cuffed to a table that weighs more than you. I'm not going anywhere, Brickhead."

He groaned and left me, locking the door.

Well...this is fun...

I wonder if they're even gonna trust Spidey.

Wait...what if they arrest him? Right on the spot?

No, they wouldn't do that...would they?

I mean, look what they did to me.

Uh oh.

Is this really indestructable?

Let's see...come on, pull!...pull!...yeah, that's indestructable, all right.

God Dammit! What's taking so long!

If they call the cops...

I swear...

The Fantastic Four will be the Fantastic Zero.