Welcome to Tomorrow

What is the true cost of a man's mistakes? What is the purpose of my life? How can I save my world in these dark times? I want to build a different future than the tomorrow I see on the horizon. What kind of man am I if I don't do everything I can to make that happen?

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Fantastic Four 265. She-Hulk joins the team. 

10 april 1984

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Marvel Comics Meme: Six Couples (1/6)

Reed Richards x Susan Storm-Richards

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Marvel NOW!: New Avengers #1 (2013)

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Hyperion followed Reed into the prison. He looked around, his super-senses taking in every atom of the Raft, every wall, every...prisoner? Something seemed familiar about one of the energy signatures, as if Mark were looking into a mirror. Not much scared the sun god, and this was not something that did, but he found himself on edge.

Something was very wrong

"I'll go on ahead," said Mark, "I'm seeing something...very familiar."

Hyperion flew ahead before Reed could answer. As he got closer to the Wizard, he realized that the familiar energy signature was with him. This was a trap, but Mark had to know.

Could you have survived?

Hyperion's flash vision removed the final wall and he roared, "Zarda! Is it you."

A punch to the face at atomic-speed seemed to answer in the negative.

"No little godling," said the being Mark had sensed with the Wizard, "I am no Princess."

Mark looked up at a face, wizened and cruel, but very much his own. He had Mark's costume in black and red, his eyes glowed like tyrant suns. The other Mark spoke, his voice deep and solemn, "I am a king. Bow, foolish knave, to the true Hyperion!"

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Reed's face darkened as he took in the scene before him.

His scanners had detected a rogue energy source but he had set it aside as a possible transport or path of egress that Bentley had set aside for his escape. But this? This was far, FAR worse than Reed could have anticipated. That isn't mean that he didn't still have a job to do.

Reed vaulted his body deeper into the prison and stood in at the ready for Zarda's assault. He spread his hands wide, to this size and shape of battle axes and he lashed violently at the superhuman inhabiting the skin of his enemy.

"Mark! GUNS FOWARD!", he bellowed as he threw himself at his opponent.

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Steve Epting Fantastic Four cover for Hero Initiative

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A perfect family in an imperfect world.

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Mark hadn't felt so alive since his final battle against Thanos. For so long he'd just been Hyperion, lost amid countless parallel realities, his mind stretched beyond its natural limits. It was so good to feel the wind and the sun, to fight with a friend by his side.

Hyperion dialed back his speed and scanned this prison with his enhanced vision. The yellow-garbed scientists moved about like ants swarming a carcass. He looked for a leader, hoping to end the engagement quickly and with minimal damage, but there wasn't one. 

"Reed, could the Wizard be directing the assault from his cell? These yellow beekeepers are much to well organized for a group without any clear commander. Going ahead, see if I can't stop this before it starts."

Hyperion charged up with a little more solar energy and shot ahead of Reed. Mark's landing cracked the ground beneath him, throwing the nearby beekeepers into the air.

"Well, boys, I'm a little new around here, but if prisons work anything like they do where I come from then you're in a whole mess of trouble. Surrender now, or you'll have the Avengers to deal with."

The AIM scientists looked at one another, then opened fire.

"Why does everyone think that will work?" Mark asked himself. The weapons used some kind of energy, but Mark shrugged it off. In a burst of speed, he took out the gunman, careful to only incapacitate. Once the area was clear, Mark waited for Reed's arrival.

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As Reed's boots clicked against the pavement of the concrete landing area of The Raft, he began his scan of the area. Mark had already done an amazing job of ground control, but still, variables change.

"Hyperion, anything less would shock me. Bentley always did have a captivating way about him.",Reed huffed, still intent on the scanner. They had blown a huge hole in the housing facility and a squad was most likely tearing it's way through level after level to pluck the nefarious Wizard from his cell. This wasn't to come to pass.

The ground sizzled with a sudden bolt of laser fire.

KA-ZUMMM!

Reed snapped his head to the left to see a group of AIM squaddies sprint forward, aiming for another pot shot. Reed furrowed his brow and expaned his fists of massive girth, but his arms to thin ribbons. He whipped his fists ward and then brought them snapping down onto the concrete, sending a shockwave of damage toward the goons. They flew and stumbled and crashed against the chunks of concrete. Reed flashed a look toward Mark.

"Learned that from Benjamin. Let's get into that complex.", He quipped, starting to trot forward deeper into the prison.

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The King of Atlantis was hurled against the opposing wall with a hellish force. He thudded off the stone and fell to the floor in a smoking heap of muscle. As his body pulsed in pain, he gazed up at the mocking stone.

He breath labored from his body and his jumpsuit started to cool as he slowly, and painfully, made his way to his feet. This was not the first time he was punished for his impetuous actions, but the king’s successes far outweighed his failures. Namor’s ears twitched at another familiar, and equally annoying sound. The sound of Stephen Strange.

“As always,” Namor huffed “Strange offers his sage like wisdom.”

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The buzzing was still sizzling through Reed’s ears as he meekly opened his eyes and drank in the fuzzy looking surroundings of the cell once again. He brought himself to a sitting position, looking more like an overchewed amount of gum as he wobbled and shook, trying desperately to bring his body back to a solid form.

He rubbed his head with his obscenely stretched hand. His fingers felt like tendrils around his head. His vision cleared and the stern face of Stephen Strange appeared to him. It seemed that the good doctor was awake…and enigmatic as ever.

“Dr. Strange. Glad to have you back on the mortal plane.”

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Tony probably should have felt a little bad about Namor’s outburst and subsequently getting owned by a cell wall, but he didn’t. Not even a little bit. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, really. He was hiding his amusement behind a cool facade when he heard a familiar voice offering suitably ominous tidings. 

“Doctor!” he said with a smile, as if he was greeting his colleague at a Christmas party with a drink in his hand and a girl on his arm. “Nice of you to join us. Say, what are we dealing with out there? Did you see anything interesting on approach? Maybe a way out of here?” 

Wishful thinking, he was sure, but that wouldn’t stop him from asking. One of these days something had to go right. Right?

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“Ah, about that.” Strange stood and cleared his throat. “We seem to be in a sort of station, a most impossible station built around a-“

His words were cut off by a sudden rumbling, and a flash of light. The light never truly faded, though, and as the sorcerer turned his head, he saw why. One wall of their cells seemed to be slowly fading from existence. In its place, a sort of foggy shimmer remained, obscuring the brightness beyond, but only just. 

On the other side of their cells was energy. Fusion and fission in careful balance, radiating out pure power and light. 

“A star,” he finished, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the sudden change in brightness. A shield separated them from the star, obviously, otherwise they would be dead now, and Stephen knew there was only one being that could possibly be responsible for such an impossible point in space. 

“Thanos has built a fortress around a star. I am afraid escape will be quite improbable, given our propensity to die in such proximity without the Gauntlet’s protection.”

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As light and heat filled the cells, Namor felt the effects of the trap almost instantly.

“D-damnable…..”, Namor croaked, clutching his chest, but catching himself against the wall opposite to him. He would die before he fell to his knees in front of Stark. But this wouldn’t do. A fop sweat curdled on Namor’s brow and he achingly stood upright again. The heat was already starting to slowly poison him. He had hours and he needed results.

“Options, apes. Now.”

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Reed's eyes brightened at the glorious celestial body in front of him. Strange had taken away the pain, but now his resolve returned. The sight of the sheer glory of space never ceased to amaze him. He snapped his torso upward, in a snakelike roping as he drank in the light of the sun. He felt his suit almost start to glow.

"Quite an ingenious design for a prison complex. It works on both a practical and psychological level, serving to remind the inmates that they are never in control. Hm. Fascinating.", he observed brightly, as the eye level displays of his suit cycled through the rebooting sequence. Reed had built in a fail safe backup power source for this very occasion. The batteries were solar power and given the distance and power of the blazing orb in front of them, Reed had at least 20 hours. That was more than enough to turn the tide.

Reed stretched one hand outward and started examining the wall once more, but now armed with his usual tools of deep space adventure. The holo displays danced on the back of Reed's huge hand and his eyes flashed and darted from readout to scoping view.

"Ah. Now, that's just too clever by half. The cell is surrounded by energy, but the stone is a completely different energy signature than the shields protecting us from the star. I may be able to at least disrupt this barrier."

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The combined variant covers for Fantastic Four 1 and FF 1 by Mark Bagley

Standard covers by Mark Bagley and Mike Allred.

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AIM...why does that seem so...familiar? thought Mark, but he pushed the question aside to focus on the matter at hand.

"Teaming up with the World's Smartest Man to stop a jail break from a superprison? I couldn't ask for anything better, Reed."

Hyperion started to glow as he began drawing in energy for the fight ahead. Not enough to punch Thanos in the jaw, but just the right amount for dealing with a rogue super-scientist. It had been too long since he'd been gone from the world. Flying again, talking to people without quantum telepathy...

Mark just felt good to be alive.

"After you, Doctor."

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Reed flashed Mark a, frankly, troublingly excited grin as he hit the button to raise the glass of the window again. He then flung himself out

"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!"

He cried as he tapped furiously on his wrist console, springing to life the flight discs that were housed in his boots. Reed's infonet was already buzzing with local PD feeds and news footage. AIM was launching a full out assault on The Raft and they would most likely have Bentley out and suited up by the time they arrived on scene, but Reed didn't care about all that. It had been a while since Central Park and he needed the win and with Hyperion by his side, the variables were in his favor.

Mr. Fantastic soared toward the superprison, a wry smile plastered on his lip the entire time.