Fantastic Four Annual 001-027 (1963-1994) (upda... ✰

Suddenly, the room buckled. The sleek, modern laboratory equipment shimmered and turned into the clunky, oversized vacuum tubes of the sixties. Ben’s brow-ridge grew heavier, his rocky skin becoming more jagged, then smoothing out into the more defined orange scales of the mid-eighties. Johnny’s jumpsuit swapped logos three times in ten seconds.

"It’s an 'Annual' event," Reed realized, his voice strained as he fought to keep his physical form coherent. "A compression of our greatest milestones. Every battle with Namor, every trip to the Negative Zone, every time we’ve faced Doom... it’s all happening at once!"

Ben picked his sandwich back up, which had survived the time-warp remarkably well. "Good. Because I don't care what decade it is—I'm still hungry." Fantastic Four Annual 001-027 (1963-1994) (Upda...

Ben lunged for it, his massive hands gripping the cold metal. "I don’t care if it’s 1963 or 1994," he grunted, his muscles bulging as he fought the literal weight of thirty years of history. "It’s still "

With a deafening crack of chronal energy, Ben slammed the lever home. The vibrations ceased. The air went still. Johnny looked at his hands. "Are we back? Did we make it?" Suddenly, the room buckled

Sue Richards joined them, her brow furrowed. "Reed, look at the monitors."

The Baxter Building hummed with a low-frequency vibration that usually meant Reed was playing with the fundamental constants of the universe again. Johnny’s jumpsuit swapped logos three times in ten seconds

"We’re losing our tether to the 'now'!" Sue cried, throwing up a shimmering force field to stabilize the room.