Franklin watched on as Faen booted one of the men hard enough to send his teeth clattering out of the mask and onto the marbled floor. On the one hand Franklin grimaced looking on, and seriously wanted to question if that was seriously necessary. On the other the fact that these people were willing to go to these lengths for Dr. Doom... Franklin shivered at the thought. “Well it is the truth.” Franklin shrugged at Faen who came off looking a little bent over what Franklin had told him. “I hear the son of Loki's in town what am I suppose to think?” 

Franklin was going to continue diligently debating Faen on the idea until he mentioned the others who were in their need of help. Well Franklin's help since apparently Loki's kid did seem to share his daddy's urges to keep the hands clean. Franklin just quietly gave Faen a look that said 'dude, really?' before shaking his head. Going into action as he quickly formed himself into a tightly made ball. That bounced off the wall between the couple and coming back at the two Doom sympathizers promptly reformed, giving both men a clothesline hard to the ground. A little something he learned from his Uncle Ben. Franklin got right back up, waving to the couple before adjusting his suit. Silently thanking all that his dad made the suit out of unstable molecules. That dad of his, always thinking ahead.

By this time it felt like the majority of the sympathizers were all laying on the ground unconscious, or were rather on their way to being so. Franklin couldn't help but smile at seeing all the young heroes getting the job done, however the celebration was very short lived. As suddenly Franklin's attention got changed with a “FRANKLIN RICHARDS...”

When he turned One of the last men held in his arm a tangled up Reed Richards. Franklin felt his heart sink quickly as his father was gripped tightly by the little bit of his neck that stuck out of the knotted mess of his body. “If you do not make these others stop this instant your father's life is forfeited in Doom's name.” Franklin started to panic, as the man brought a blade up out of his robe's hidden compartment Reed's son was trying to think of a way out for him. Mentally running through the quickly made list Franklin's attention suddenly caught something above the man holding his father hostage. Something very, very small. Franklin put on his poker face as he leaned upright, holding his hands up. “Okay, lets not do anything irrational.” Franklin calmly asked aloud to the man. “I believe we can come to a fair and peaceful conclusion... after you say hello to my friend Lily.”