Harry swung through the air like a spider's thread, racing toward 42nd Avenue. But hearing the distant explosions and seeing the flickering electric lights, he knew he wouldn't make it in time for the start of the battle.
Boom.
With a muffled crash, an unknown object plummeted from the sky and smashed into the back of a passing truck. Water sprayed out, glass shattered, and chaos followed.
The truck's cargo box shook violently as muffled impacts thudded inside. People nearby screamed in alarm, but—whether from bravery or curiosity—these Americans didn't run. They just stood there, watching.
Boom!
The truck's metal wall was torn apart by some unseen force, and a massive orange-red figure burst out, landing on an oncoming car with a thunderous crash. The impact crushed the car and sent both it and the figure skidding more than ten meters before coming to a halt.
From the other side of the truck, amid flickering blue lightning, a man in a dark green cloak stepped out. His face was hidden behind a cold, metallic mask that gleamed beneath the city lights.
Sirens wailed as two patrol cars pulled up, catching the chaos mid-scene.
The officers, seeing the familiar orange stone figure, raised their weapons instinctively. Though the Thing was known as a superhero, the police pointed their guns—because the real threat looked like the masked man in the robe.
"Don't move, sir! Hands where I can see them!" one officer shouted from behind his car door.
Victor Doom blinked, disoriented. Just hours ago, he had been a respected entrepreneur. Now, he stood before the police as a metal-skinned criminal with weapons trained on him.
But the officers, mistaking his hesitation for aggression, opened fire.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Bullets struck Doom's iron mask, clanging sharply as sparks flew. The gunfire blew back his hood, revealing the full, armored head beneath.
"Hmph." Victor Doom's eyes narrowed. Anger replaced confusion as he yanked his green cloak straight and raised his arm.
A surge of blue lightning burst from his hand, streaking through the air.
Boom—!
The police car erupted into flames, the explosion throwing one officer backward in a wave of fire and smoke.
Screams erupted among the bystanders as Doom turned toward the orange rock figure.
"Ma'am, I'm gonna need to borrow your car," said Ben Grimm, looking down at a terrified old lady who had just stepped out of her vehicle.
"O-okay," she stammered, "but the brakes don't work well."
"It's fine." Ben gripped the car with both strong arms, lifted it with ease, and hurled it straight at Victor Doom.
Boom!
The impact sent Doom flying, smashing him into the side of a passing bus. The bus screeched as it was pushed more than ten meters down the street before stopping.
With heavy, ground-shaking steps, Ben approached.
Click.
Blue lightning crackled as the bus door was blown open. Victor Doom stepped out, his robe shredded to reveal a gleaming metal body beneath.
Seeing Doom unharmed, Ben's rocky face hardened. He charged forward, his stone legs pounding the pavement—thump, thud, thump.
A smirk twisted Doom's hidden mouth. Calmly, he grabbed a nearby streetlight and tore it from the ground with a shriek of bending metal. Electricity sparked from its base as he swung it like a weapon.
With a single, powerful strike, he slammed the lamppost into Ben. The Thing's massive body was lifted off the ground, flying more than ten meters before crashing down and carving a trench into the asphalt.
"Look at you," Doom sneered. "So much strength, but no control. That's why you've always been Reed's lackey, Ben."
He raised the sparking lamppost high above his head.
"Go on then—die for Reed Richards."
He brought the post down, aiming to crush Ben's diamond-hard skull.
Boom—!
A faint, shimmering blue barrier suddenly appeared, blocking the strike.
"Susan," Doom muttered, recognizing the familiar force field. His tone was low, almost nostalgic, as he turned toward the source.
"Guess again," said a voice above him.
Harry came hurtling in, swinging from his webline at full speed. "But I'll give you a kick!"
He drove both feet forward, slamming into Doom's chest. The force sent Doom tumbling backward through the air. Before he could recover, Harry twisted mid-swing, firing another web from his left wrist that latched onto Doom.
"One more punch!"
Harry yanked himself forward and smashed his fist squarely into Doom's metal mask.
Boom!
The impact drove Doom's head into the asphalt with a resounding thud. The ground cracked beneath him. In the blink of an eye, Ben's life was no longer in danger.
Harry exhaled, shaking out his stinging hand. "Damn, that's one tough hide," he muttered, looking at the unmoving Doom.
He turned to Ben and extended a hand. "Come on, big guy. Up you go."
"Ah—yeah," Ben rumbled, still dazed. He reached out with his massive stone fingers, his giant hand engulfing Harry's.
Harry grinned as he pulled, managing to help the heavy Thing back to his feet.
"You good?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ben began—then his expression changed. "Look out!"
Behind Harry, Victor Doom rose again. Pulling his head from the crater, he silently raised one armored hand. Lightning gathered in his palm, glowing with lethal blue light.
"No one can stop me—Victor Doom!" his voice thundered, cold and furious. "No one can defeat Doctor Doom!"
The words echoed from behind the mask, cutting through the smoke and chaos.
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