FANTASTIC FOUR

"The Super-Skrull Cometh!"

Chapter 4

As astonished citizens watched with widened eyes and flabberghasted faces...

The Super-Skrull, in the self-same moments wherein the world-famous Fantastic Four leapt into separate super-powered multi-angled action...

"Eat a little plasma flame, 'Mr. Spock'!"

"Lemme get my mitts o' stone on that ugly mug o' yers!"

"I'll try to sneak up on him while invisible, guys!"

"And I'll wrap super-stretched arms tightly about his torso!"

...suddenly displayed precisely why his overly simplistic moniker was Super-Skrull.

"Bah! I am more than a match for the flagitious Fantastic Four!"

Seemingly impossibly, the hands and forearms of this extra-galactic antagonist became Thing-like. Whilst the rest of those arms super-stretched with the self-same ease as Mr. Fantastic's. Even as the rest of him both blazed in plasma flame as hot as The Human Torch and, also, faded, fast!, from precise visibility.

"What the...!"

"Ah, hell!"

"Reed, darling!"

"Amazing..."

In that same exact split-second of hesitation that said Super-Skrull's FF-type power-play invariably vexed the Four, the muscularly massive member of a former Empire from the near-distant Andromeda Galaxy successfully assaulted his separately super-powered proponents...

Being absolutely unseen, ala The Invisible Woman, allowed super-strong Thing-fists, super-stretching ala Mr. Fantastic, to send The Thing, himself, sailing away as if slammed headlong by some super-sized wrecking ball...

"Ooof!"

...even as Super-Skrull's super-heated plasma flame, ala The Human Torch, prevented the ultra-pliable Mr. Fantastic from super-stretching his entire attired-in-FF uniform about the battle-minded member of the Skrull Empire...

"Yiiii!"

...even as the Super-Skrull, still utterly unperceivable exactly like The Invisible Woman, issued an unseen sphere of oh-so-solid force that hit hard the beauteous blond member of the magnificent Fantastic Four like a calamitous cannonball.

"Uhnnn!"

As Times Square bystanders continued to observe the seemingly impossible taking place a hundred or so yards away...

"Wow! That Super-Skrull guy's greater than the FF!"

"How the hell're the Fantastic Four gonna stop someone that has all their powers?"

"I bet it'd be wicked cool to be like that Super-Skrull! Yeah!"

"If the FF can't handle this Super-Skrull alien...who the hell can?"

No sooner said...

"Look! It's the Avengers!"

Arriving via individual yet choreographed-as-a-group manner came...

Captain America, riding a Harley-Davidson Sportster. As red-white-and-blue as the identity-hidden-via-half-cowl of blue super-soldier. Unstoppable similarly-colored shield strapped about his broad back.

Spider-Man, wearing a red-blue habiliment meant to communicate, visually!, his spider-like powers, web-swung his way into said scene.

The huge green-hued behemoth called Hulk leapt in from more than a mile away. His overt heaviness thunderously shattering the paved point of impact.

Iron Man rocketed in via his boot-jets, fully willing to use his palm-placed repulser rays along with armor-supplied super-strength 'gainst this Super-Skrull.

Thor, the Thunder God, flew in via his magical hammer, Mjolnir, with as much muscle as total trumpery.

And Giant-Girl, resized to her four-story height, which granted unto her heroic form more than enough seeming super-strength to handle any enemy.

Whilst the non-super, yet just as potentially imposing, black-garbed/masked Black Panther acrobatically arrived as ready to fight as his fellow Avengers.

Unfortunately for one Fantastic Four affiliate, such was not exactly seen as a welcome outcome...

"Hey! What the hell're they doin' here? The Thing don't need no 'help' from the likes of them!"

Such selfish self-sufficiency wasn't necessarily shared by the remaining three beaten-back-by-their-own powers FFers.

"Ben, we've obviously been presented with a super-villian much more than a match for the Fantastic Four!"

Before the bombastic Thing had a chance to say otherwise...

...and as the Super-Skrull continued utilizing his FF-duplicated powers in ever-greater brutality...

A man dressed in red-white-and-blue habiliment as form-fitting as could be conceived, thus showing off larger-than-average virility via his magnificent muscles, shouted...

"Avengers Assemble!"

END OF CHAPTER 4