Set after the events of Rise of the Silver Surfer. May 16: Like a phoenix, he/she will rise from these ashes. (400 Words)

Doctor Doom - no, Victor - felt himself sinking further and further into the water, water rushing into his lungs, but he only panicked a moment. Logically, he knew he had no need to worry. None of them knew, how could they? He'd only just figured it out himself. He was fairly certain that he was invincible. After everything that the so-called Fantastic Four had thrown at him, he was still alive. His powers had closely resembled the shields that had been meant to protect them in space and that was exactly what they did - protected him.

Regrettably, he knew his first course of action needed to be getting his armor off. Victor knew it was weighing him down, but after his brawl with Storm, he knew it wouldn't be easy to remove. He knew that his tech would be sending a signal by now to his faithful assistant. Someone would be looking for him - waiting for him. He was able to shed enough of the armor to gain some traction in the water, pulling himself up from the bottom. His lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, but his body was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. He surfaced and coughed, expelling the water from his lungs.

By the next morning, he was safely back in Latveria. He sat in front of the monitors, watching the coverage of the previous night's events unfolding before him. How dare they portray him so poorly? If it hadn't been for Richards and the others, he would have gotten the ultimate power. He would have been the one to save the Earth and everyone would have been grateful to him.

He would get his revenge. Victor knew he just had to bide his time and come up with a better plan. He already had some schematics in mind for a squadron of bots that he could use to do his bidding. It would take time and careful planning, but he was confident that one day, Doom would reign supreme. Then they would see. They would all see. Then they would all know exactly who was in charge. Susan would realize what a mistake she'd made in choosing Reed over him and the Fantastic Four would be at his feet, begging for mercy. There would be no escaping Doom.