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The Fantastic Four of my Marvel/DC/Sky High crossover universe
Fantastic Four:
Mister Fantastic
Invisible Woman
Human Torch
The Thing
Satan’s Angel
Johnny Storm x WOC!Reader
Summary: She was hidden from the world at the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?
warnings: language, blood, violence, mentions of medical problems. mentions of needles, abuse and torture. 18+
WC: 2.2K
masterlist I Chapter 2
So I wrote this ack in my Quotev days, and I decided to edit it - because it was atrociously written. And I’m now posting it on here so I hope you enjoy my loves
-619x
The world has never been in my favour, I realise that now.
I should’ve realised it years ago.
But standing here looking my estranged brother in the eyes; I finally realise that the world has led me on a path that had to end this way, no matter how hard I tried to swerve and dodge the upcoming circumstance, I would always end up staring at my brothers empty eyes, with my hand deep in his chest.
Killing him. Killing my brother.
She sat there, waiting for the pain to embrace her like a long-lost cousin. She knew it was time; her heart was spasming, she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were watery, tears sliding down her face.
Yet she sat there at the edge of her bed staring out the window that occupied the whole wall opposite her bed. She could see the mountains from her bed so clearly. It was as if she was there.
If she was there.
Her chest moved erratically, her cheeks soaked with tears, yet she sat calmly; pondering, wondering, daydreaming about a life outside these four walls that kept her trapped in her own mind.
A mind that kept her sane and crazy all at the same time. She would dream up stories of a handsome young prince saving her with a fiery kiss. Or most times it was a nightmare, a world made of purple skies and vibrant green grass, set aflame; with bodies lying across the ground as she ran with some man, her hand in his so he wouldn’t lose her, the other hand on her belly housing a precious creature. She never got the end of the nightmare because she would wake up just before a monster jumped on top of her.
She would always jolt up, sweat weighing heavy on her skin, a scream rising up her throat along with bile and the feeling on nostalgia. She hated how she knew the place she was dreaming of yet couldn’t place a finger on it.
Before she could ponder anymore, she felt the first flicker of pain, it started at the bottom of her spine, and oh-so painfully started to spread across the rest of her rigid body. She drew in a ragged breath as the pain wrapped a hand around her heart and squeezed. She clenched her eyes shut tight and tried soothe her breathing, but the hand around her heart squeezed harder. She gasped out in pain and rolled forward; landing on the floor on her knees as her hand started to scrape at her chest, desperately trying to remove the hand off of her heart. It was as if it was laughing at her attempts because next thing she knew, the hand squeezed so hard she fell forward onto her hand and screamed.
She screamed so loudly, black dots clouded her vision and danced around her. Her throat felt sore, but she didn’t stop.
She couldn’t.
Her body shook as sobs replaced the screaming in a matter of seconds. She hated this, for the past eight years it just seems to be getting worse. Ever since she surpassed her sixteenth birthday, all it has ever been was pain, pain and pain. It was tenfold as worse as it used to be. Before her sixteenth birthday it was like a build up to the pain she was feeling now. Minor headaches, to migraines, to temperatures either too hot or too cold. No one knew what was wrong with her. Not even the best doctors’ money could buy. And if it wasn’t for Victor she wouldn’t be here, with round the clock care to make sure she is okay, she knew that he loved her even though he wasn’t around as much as he used to be. She knew.
Of course, he loves you. Your all he’s got, and vice-versa.
The thoughts echoed around her head, bouncing painfully off her head.
The vibrations of the floor let her know that the people were on their way. Moments later she felt her body being lifted from the floor, she felt herself slump against the broad chest of some man, she given up fighting against the pain and just let it take over her system. She couldn’t stop the tears, the echoed the lack of control she had over her own body as the gushed down her paling face.
“Hush now, close your eyes. I’ve got you.” The deep voice vibrated through her body, it felt oddly familiar and through all the pain she managed to look up into the familiar blue eyes of her brother.
“Vic- “her words fell short as she lost the energy to speak, instead she used all her energy to place her hand onto his smooth cheek.
“Hush, it’s okay. I’m here now.” With that statement she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, as the pain drowned her in its last tidal wave.
Victor released a long ‘huff’ as he stopped at another traffic light. He regretted coming back to New-York at 14:00 pm when the streets would be busy with the afternoon rush. He rhythmically tapped his fingers against the arms rest and looked on through the divider, he smirks as he saw his driver’s hand gripping the wheel tightly out of frustration too.
His attention was quickly drawn to his phone when he heard the ringtone brake through the silence in the car; reaching into his jacket he removed his phone from the inside pocket of his black Louis Vuitton suit jacket.
‘Her vitals are erratic again; she’s going to go into Comatose. But I think it’s best if you came over. You can get the samples you need.’
The text message was all he needed for him to clear his throat and say;
“Michael, turn back around to the airport, please. We’re going to visit my sister.” With a nod from Michael, the car was swiftly turned around and quickly driven back to the airport. He sent a text to his pilot, telling him to ready the helicopter that will bring him to the facility he has in the Alps, which is coincidentally where he is keeping his sister.
Victors blue eyes grew stormy as he remembered how much pain his sister has been through in the past few years, the undiagnosed tantrums her body would throw sent his sister into an unbreakable cycle of pain and then unconsciousness. He knew deep down that one day she’ll have an episode that she won’t concur.
He remembers the first time it happened; he was stepping through his front door. He barley even had time to take his jacket off before he heard a scream that made his blood curl, rushing upstairs he was met with a sight that had the breath taken out of him, there hunched on the bed was his sister.
Head clasped between her hands, nails digging into her skin as if she was trying to peel her own skin off, her lower face was covered in blood from her nose, and her eyes were screaming for help, for an escape that she was so desperately seeking.
Victor rushed forward and attempted to prise her hands off her head. But was met with a force that had him crashing into wall next to the door. He looked up and saw his sister looking at him with unnatural black eyes and a hand pointed towards him with her palm open. Her eyelids fluttered before they were back to their normal hue.
“Help me…” her voice came out hoarse and timid before she convulsed onto the ground.
Surging forward Victor managed to catch her head just in time before it hit the corner of the bed frame. His vision was blurry as he looked at his sister, her head cradled in his lap as he tried to steady her from the excessive shaking.
His ears picked up the sirens and then the sound of the door getting thrown open as paramedics came rushing upstairs.
Yet he couldn’t move, his body wasn’t registering what was actually happening.
Their voices all became mumbled as he watched them pry her out of his grip, he tried to speak but his mouth wouldn’t move it just stayed there, hanging open like a fool.
He continued to stare at the group of paramedics struggling to hold his sister still as he felt two pairs of hands under his arms to haul him up.
‘Come on son.’ The voice sounded so distant and foreign to him as he let the two strangers support his weight as it appeared his own legs couldn’t do that. He hazily watched as the world around him moved without some much of a struggle. Next thing he knew he was sat on the curb with a blanket wrapped around him. Apparently for the shock.
Fuck that.
His head snapped to the side as he heard the shouting of the paramedics as the rushed his unconscious sister out of the house; one split off from the group and came over to him.
“Are you the boyfriend?” Victor shook his head, eyes trained on his sisters’ body being hauled into the back of the ambulance.
“Brother,” he managed to rasp out.
“Okay then that’s even better. Can you tell me anything about her?” His eyes stayed trained on his sister as the paramedics sorted her out in the back, the doors were wide open so he could see what they were doing.
“Yeah, yeah.” He numbly nodded. Half listening to what the man was saying.
“Any mental illness, inherited disorders from the family?” Victor continued to shake his head; the man continued asking questions, but they all had the same answer. A shake of the head from Victor Von-Doom.
“Okay can you tell me how old she is?” Victor looked down at his Rolex, his eyebrows furrowed in sadness when he realised what day it was. The watch read back 03:45am.
“October 31st, she turned sixteen forty-five minutes ago.” He finally looked over at the paramedic and noticed how young he really was, said paramedics face contorted into a look of unease. Victor sent him a look of confusion which lead to the boy looking away.
“Sorry sir, it’s just three am is considered the ‘witching hour’ in my religion, and it clashes with it being Halloween today as well- ‘the paramedic turned around and noticed the look on Victors face and cleared his throat- ‘Sorry sir. Happy birthday to her, you can ride with her if you wish.”
And with that the young boy scurried off.
Looking out the window, Victor noticed they were about to touch down on the landing pad. Exhaling unsteadily, he rolled his shoulders back preparing himself what was to come.
If only he knew.
The steady, rhythmic beeping of the EKG machine soothed Victors heart as he stood by the window and looked out onto the scenery that was suspiciously calming. Now he understood why his sister made him replace the tiny window for this huge one. It was once a wall, but with the extra light and the view it made the room less constricting, less likely of a panic attack for her.
“Hey.” The soft voice barley reached his ears, but he heard it and he couldn’t be happier. Spinning around he marched to her side and plonked himself down onto the chair that he’d been sat in for the past fourteen hours.
“Name?”
“(Y/N) Von-Doom. Victor?”
“No, Birthday?” “Monday, October Thirty-first, three am. Victor please.”
“Favourite person in the world?”
“Steve Harvey.”
“Hey, what happened to it being me”
“You wouldn’t shut up. Your making my head hurt Victor.” She raised a hand to rub her temple, only to hiss in pain as her muscles burned. Tears clouded her vison as she remembered what happened.
“Did anyone get hurt?” She was met with a ‘no’ from her brother. She mumbled a response that Victor couldn’t hear. He watched her as she looked out the window; eyes glassed over and distant, like she was somewhere else.
“I can’t do this anymore,” her voice was quiet, lacking emotion. It caused Victors heart to beat faster. He couldn’t let her go. Not now.
“(Y/N)?”
“I mean, here. Here in this room. Because these episodes are getting stronger, I can feel it. I probably won’t survive the next one. Or fuck, the one after that. Who knows Victor. I need to leave, get out of here. I don’t care where, I just need to leave.” Her sobs grew louder as did the EKG machine, he tried to soothe her, but it only grew worse.
Doctors and nurse appeared in a matter of minutes, they checked the vitals and the machine only to see her hysterically crying.
“Ma’am, you need to calm down for me please.” The nurse’s voice was sweet, almost taunting to (Y/N). She sighed when the girls crying grew louder. Nodding towards the older man in a pair of grey scrubs she quickly caught (Y/N)’s attention as the Doctor came forward and injected her with a mild sedative.
With in seconds the room grew quite as they all watched (Y/N)’s eyes close slowly.
Just before she went completely under; Victor cupped her cheek.
“I need you. So, I promise I’ll find out what’s going on. You’ll get out of here soon. I promise.”
He watched her eyes close completely and looked out of the window, leaning back against the chair he spoke one last time before closing his eyes:
“I promise.”
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Chapter 2
Satan’s Angel
Johnny Storm x WOC!Reader
Summary: She was hidden from the world at the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?
warnings: language, blood, violence, mentions of medical problems. mentions of needles, abuse and torture. 18+
WC: 2.2K
masterlist I Chapter 1
Chapter 2
(Y/N)’s silhouette was outlined on the wall from the glow of the TV, a nature documentary had long replaced the season finale of some space series. But she’d lost interest a long time ago.
No, her eyes were focused on the moth flickering around the lamp on the desktop in the opposite corner from her bed. It’s determination to get out of the lamp shade brought the (E/C) eyes to it desperate figure. Such a small thing making so much noise. Trapped in its new cage.
Funny.
‘I stopped making noise a long time ago.’
Her thoughts echoed in the emptiness of her head, a head that was still making its way out of the fog it had been pushed into. But like always, her body was use to it. The constant battle from herself and those around her. Fighting a common enemy – her.
Turning her head to the side (Y/N) watched as the sun’s crest peak over the horizon, the sign that she has began a new day. The trees sparkled as the light reflected off the snow and ice, the birds sang a greeting to the world and their neighbours as they ruffled their feathers and spread their wings. (Y/N) watched and listened as the world around her started to awaken, but she had never fallen asleep.
After she awoke from the slumber Doctor Tempest put her under, her body was still feeling the weight of sleep, but her mind was alive. Quietly alive. Six day had passed as she slept in her bed, six days of doctors and nurses poking her body with needles, six days of the moon and sun each taking turns to watch the broken women slowly come back to consciousness. But unknown to her, not once in those six days did the infamous Victor Von-Doom come visit her. He was too preoccupied with his upcoming meeting with Reed Richards, a man that needed his ship to conduct an experiment. He didn’t know the full detail yet. That meeting would happen later today.
But not a single thought was on his sister throughout those six days, but he did visit the lab every so often to see if they made any progress with her tests. But like always nothing came back. So, he had the nurses lie to his (Y/N), he told them that if she ask, tell her what she wants to hear.
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The sun was bright, it calmed her. Soothed her. It was a saving grace after being stuck inside for so long.
“I have your fruit and yoghurt here, and the waffles are just being prepared as we speak,” a body sat itself down onto the chair opposite the women, their eyes watched as brown skin glowed in the sun’s warmth. Without a thought, a smile slithered its way onto the man face, wrinkles appeared around his green eyes as he watched the woman, he’d known for a long time to catch those rare moments of peace. His eyes left (Y/N) and travelled around the open space as he leant back against the woven chair. It had been a long time since he’d been outside with (Y/N); the sedative she was given helped her body freely heal itself without her tensing and drawing out the process. So, now she is likely to have a couple of weeks without another mishap. Maybe even a few months, but one never wishes too much.
“Do you know what Victor is doing today,” her eyes remained closed as she addressed the relax giant sitting opposite her, his frame dwarfed the chair he was sat in. He was practical a walking wall, but his personality didn’t even being to match his physique.
“Yeah, he’s got that meetin’ with Richards and Grimm,” Clinking could be heard and then a low ‘thank you’ and not long after the sweet smell of waffles engulfed (Y/N)’s senses. Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes and was immediately met with the sight of physical heaven, not wasting any time she grabbed her fork and stabbed the fluffy circle.
“I know he didn’t come to see me; the nurses aren’t good liars.” The fork stopped just before it could enter his mouth, his lips twitched as he made eye contact with the woman in front of him. Gulping he set his food down and answered.
“Ha. How did you know?” the man seemed to shrink in on himself, the intensity of those (E/C) eyes made him wish he had just choked on his bacon.
“I don’t know I just kind of knew.” And with that (Y/N) began eating again. The sound of metal scraping against plates filled the cool air. No one spoke, eyes tracing the sky and birds.
“Give me your phone.” Her hand was stretched out towards the man, who had once again frozen in place with a sceptical look in his face. Slowly, as if he were going to scare a timid animal away, he reached for his phone and placed it into the awaiting hand. “You’re not going to call you brother, are you?”
“No.” And he knew by the look on her face that the conversation was paused. On his end that is. “Where is he now?” her eyebrow raised in question, like a child, the man in front of her looked anywhere but her eyes.
“Zion, please. I just want to get out of here. And you’re my bodyguard, so help guard me by letting me leave this fucking place.”
“What kind of backwards logic do you have rattalin’ inside that head of yours (Y/N)? I ain’t saying a thing,” the woman in question huffed out a laugh as she watched the man squirm in front of her. She looked down at the phone in her hand and started to enter the passcode, once she was through, she went through the motions of finding the desired contact.
“You know, your accent really comes through when you lie or are nervous. So please Zion, think about this or your donut privileges get taken when your wife finds out.” Her little threat was triumphant as Zion broke.
“He’s in New York, for the Richards meeting.” He was met with a ‘hum’ from (Y/N) as she brought the ringing phone to her ear. There was a moment of silence before Zion could see (Y/N) visibly perk up, some one answered the phone and he hoped it wasn’t her brother.
“Susan, hello. I need your help.”
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New York city.
She had done the exact opposite of what Victor had told her to do. She left his facility in the Alps and was currently on the rode to the launch site. She needed to experience something before it would all end. And when she had learned from Susan that Victor had gone through with Reed’s plan, she didn’t even think before she jumped at the chance to go to space.
Of all places Reed Richards wanted to go to it had to be space.
The past few day had been a blur, getting the semi-all clear from Doctor Tempest was a bit tricky because she had to convince him that she was going to be okay. That was lie number one. She then had to convince Susan that Victor would be happy to see her there, lie number two. And then, she had to convince herself that if she had the opportunity she wouldn’t jump out of the ship into the wide unknown and die. That was obviously lie number three.
But sat in the car, wind blowing through her locks, she knew deep down that this was meant to happen.
“I hope you know that he’s going to hate you. And that is not my problem.” Sluggishly turning her head to the side, (Y/N) watched as Zion clenched his jaw in irritation. The greys streaks in his bread shining in the sunlight, contrasting beautifully with his dark skin. (Y/N) savoured this moment, the sight of the father figure she had grown to love sat next to her, possibly for the last time.
“We both know you’ll make it your problem.” They both looked at each other for a split second, unspoken words captured and understood.
Before anyone could say anything, a shout in the distance made them both look ahead. They had arrived. The building loomed over them, a reminder of the power it held. People were scattering back and forth, going from one place to another.
A smile graced her face, she was really outside.
Her (E/C) eyes were scanning everything; it took some strength for her not to run from one thing to another. The way almost everything had changed made her excited to explore the new world but at the same time it finally made her realise how she really couldn’t experience everything through people’s hearsay or a TV screen. She had to be there, in the flesh to really see how the ocean sparkled under the suns caress, how the birds danced with each other in the swing of the wind. Or how a person’s eyes shined with love and adoration. She had to be there to experience the laughter of friends and family.
Running her fingers through her locks, she sighed as caught a quick reflection of herself.
“Great, one thing I didn’t miss was the wind fucking with my hair.” She frantically searched herself for a satin scrunchie but whined in frustration when she came up short.
‘I didn’t leave it at home, did I?’
Running her hand through messy locks, she grunted as she came to the realisation that her first interaction after four years of isolation will be with her hair looking like a birds nest. And this is why sometimes she hated having kinky hair.
A noise brought her out of her existential crisis, and when she turned around, she was met with a sight to behold. A gasp fell from her plump lips as she carefully took the satin scrunchie out of her saviours hold.
“Susan, I’m going to kiss you, just give me a minute.” Quickly tying up her fro, she wasted no time and flung herself into the awaiting arms of blonde woman. She reluctantly let go of Susan, her hold on her emotions was failing.
Blinking before any tears slipped out, she plastered a smile onto her face, “so a little birdy tells me things between you and my brother a kicking off. I am a little offended you didn’t tell me, yes. But we move.” Linking her arm with Susan’s, she let the blonde lead the way.
“I don’t think that is true, if you were offended, you’d have come down here sooner.” Laughter followed the pair as they made their way to their destination.
Finally, they reached their destination. A small room sparsely decorated held the two suits that they would both be wearing. (Y/N), let go of Susan and walked over to them.
“What is this, I don’t think this will fit me.” She nervously chuckled as she looked over her shoulder at Sue who was shaking her head at the baffled woman. Sue glided over to her and picked up her own suit.
“Victor designed them; the synthetics act as a second skin adapting to your body’s individual needs. So, it will fit honey.”
“Self-regulating molecules huh? Nice.” And with that she made no fuss as she put it on. Minutes later the two women were putting the final touches to the space outfit before there was a knock on the door. (Y/N) looked over at Sue and followed her as she stepped over to answer the door.
“The others have arrived ma’am.” Susan replied with a quick ‘thank you’ and gestured to (Y/N) to follow her, she quickly picked something up before they both left the room. With wide strides the two women walked through a crowded hallway, exchanging hellos and smiles to the people they passed. (Y/N) noticed that only a handful of people she passed recognised her, she could tell by the look of shock plastered onto their faces when they saw her. She really didn’t expect any less, it had been a long time since she had wondered outside the facility. The last time was at Uncle Boris’s funeral.
“The look on your hard-ass CO’s face when he finds out he’s your junior officer: priceless.” (Y/N) watched as the interaction between Ben and some man went down. Her eyebrow arched in curiosity and scanned the man perched on the edge of the seat, his muscles were being defined rather nicely in the suit that apparently everyone was wearing, but her attention was cut short when she heard a deep voice cut through her thoughts. And before she could look up, strong arms encircled her body and lifted her in the air.
“God, you’ve gotten big squirt,” the rumble of Ben’s voice automatically made her body relax as she slowly returned the hug. As her feet touched the floor, she was able to properly get a look at the man; she giggled as the light made his forehead shine, his vivid green eyes made him look younger. The way they twinkled always made her wonder if anything could ever put her down. The last time they had talked, Mr Grimm had just proposed to Debb, and she couldn’t have been any happier for him.
But deep down it hurt, everyone was moving on with their lives. Finding love, having a family, grieving. But what did she have.
What did she have?
Alright so @incorrectsmashbrosquotes wrote a pitch for Dr. Doom and the Fantastic Four in the MCU, and I got inspired to write this, so here we go.
Of all the characters coming to the MCU, the one's that they have to, and I mean HAVE to get right, are the Fantastic Four and Dr. Doom.
Now a lot of people would say "why, they're just some superhero team with a bunch of bad movies and Dr. Doom's cool, but just another bad guy. Why is it vital the MCU get them right?"
Simply put, it's because the Fantastic Four are easily some of the most, if not THE most important characters in Marvel history. Both in the real world and even a bit in the comic continuity itself, there is no marvel universe without the Fantastic Four.
This video is pretty long but if you get the chance, watch it, because it explains just how vital the Fantastic Four actually are to the world of comics.
But short and to the point, 1. They're explorers of all things, meaning that they know a lot obout several species, meaning that anytime an alien invasion comes down it's usually Mr. Fantastic that's like "here's their weakness, hit 'em in the balls" or whatever.
2. The Fantastic Four have connections to the entire Marvel universe, both emotionally with knowing and being friends with almost EVERY superhero (especially these guys)
but also literally since Sue and Reed's son, Franklin Richards, is literally the guardian of the guardian of the Marvel Universe.
No I'm not kidding.
And 3. Creating the Fantastic Four is what lead Stan Lee and Jack Kirby to make a whole BUNCH of Marvel characters. So without what many people call "the lamest superhero team" you wouldn't have your Spider-Man, your Iron Man, you’re Daredevil, you're Hulk, all that.
And as for Dr. Doom, that motherfucker is easily one of the greatest comic book villians of all time. He's almost ALWAYS the big bad in a marvel crossover. Even more so then Thanos, or Galactus. This bitch literally just haxed his way into 1. Stealing the beyonder's power (and beyonder is, like, super powerful)
2. Offed Thanos, the first big bad of the MCU, like snapping a twig (to be fair he was OP as shit at the time)
And 3. LITERALLY JUST FORCED HIMSELF TO STAY ALIVE FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS, JUST TO FUCK OVER THE GUY WHO SENT HIM BACK IN TIME IN THE FIRST PLACE
If THAT dosen't scream "next big MCU villian" I dunno what does, man.
So yeah, Fantastic Four and Dr. Doom are pretty damn important and need to be done right.
Happy birthday Julian McMahon 🎂🎉🎈
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Ben: Ok, that’s enough! Please stop talking about Peter!
Johnny: but you said to get it out of my system
Ben: I didn’t know you had that much in your system
Sue: i spy something beginning with ‘s’!
Ben: sunshine?
Sue: no, not sunshine
Ben: *looks at Peter and Johnny fighting*
Ben: sexual tension?
Johnny in telephone: hello?
kidnapper: we kidnapped your boyfriend
Johnny: did you kidnap peter?!!
kidnapper: yes we have him now–
Johnny to peter by your side: Peter kidnapped you!!!
Peter: Really?! oh my god help!!!
Ben: ...
Johnny at 3 am: peter
sleepy peter: what?…
johnny: if i were a mosquito would you love me just the same?
Sue: oh my god…
Ben: I just want to sleep!
Peter: Of course not, how would I love a mosquito?
Johnny: …
Sue: oh no…
Johnny: How could you not love me?!!
This is so they 😭😭💖
Fantastic Four by Chris Samnee
the world deserves B&W comic of Marvel’s first family with art by Samnee
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