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Just chilling in Namor’s pad.
And Doom knows comedy The Avengers #332 (May 1991) Art by Paul Ryan & Tom Palmer Words by Larry Hama
Hello, my liege. Come to sweep me off my feet?
No, I’ve come to request your urgent presence for a diplomatic matter. [There is no bite in his response, only a hint of amusement. Clearly he was in a rare state of mind where he did not mind dropping his royal persona to openly tease the older man.]
If you are not busy, your presence is desired.
[He offers Stephen a lopsided smile and leans against the doorway. He did not often wander around in a state of undress, but sometimes it did happen, particularly after he’s had a drink or two.]
[Strange approached him, hands falling to his sides. He made no ploy to hide his wandering eyes.]
You require me to extend a hand in peace? Need a tongue to speak words of praise? Make love, not war?
[Doom reaches out and places a finger on the sorcerer's lips to silence him.]
Your hand may be required, but if you continued to speak in platitudes, I will have to silence you.
Dr Doom by johnnymorbius
Hello, my liege. Come to sweep me off my feet?
No, I've come to request your urgent presence for a diplomatic matter. [There is no bite in his response, only a hint of amusement. Clearly he was in a rare state of mind where he did not mind dropping his royal persona to openly tease the older man.]
If you are not busy, your presence is desired.
[He offers Stephen a lopsided smile and leans against the doorway. He did not often wander around in a state of undress, but sometimes it did happen, particularly after he's had a drink or two.]
Caged
Natasha was already trying to figure out how to remove the restraints from her wrists. She was good, it just took a matter of minutes or an hour to get out of something that would have kept her bound for longer than that.
She looked up at the other man, trying her best to find some plan of attack, but at the current moment she simply needed to use her words to get the information that she wanted.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about," she said, “What if I wanted to come and have a chat with an old friend that helped me defuse a nuclear weapon?"
"Friend? Ha!" His laughter was harsh, disbelieving that she'd even try such a line on him. She wasn't even trying to hide her lies and that concerned him.
Did she know that he was not going to provide her with any information whatsoever? She must. There had to be some other reason for her words.
Doom would have to be cautious with what he said. Moreso than usual.
"You insult Doom's intelligence and try his patience with your continued denials. You will state your business plainly or you will be held here until your superiors come to collect your body." Trespassing on Latverian territory had a very strict sentence, one which Doom occasionally did not carry out if he still had use for the captive. At present, he was deciding whether or not she would be worth the trouble to keep alive.
Caged
"You were caught trespassing, agent. Doom is not certain your motives and until he is, you will remain as you are." The guards remained where they were, guns aimed at the agent.
Not that bonds really impeded the infamous Black Widow and Doom knew that. He was only leaving her bound because it annoyed her.
"Why are you here?" There would be no further pleasantries exchanged. Doom was no spy and he hated unnecessary prevarication and posturing.
Natasha walked forward, the guns still following her as she made a step forward, but she held up her hands slowly.
"I’m not going to hurt him, boys, might as well calm down."
Right now she couldn’t. She needed to get her hands free from the restraints because it made it easier on her to do what she needed to do while she was here. That desk probably held all the information that she needed.
"Why do you think I’m here, Doom?"
The guards were as unnecessary as the restraints, but Doom liked them there nonetheless. Of course he knew why she had let herself be caught, or at least he suspected the reason. That reason was precisely why he chose his office, where she would suspect the information was held. However, Doom was not so naive to ever place his secrets where even his servants could touch.
"You are here for information to confirm a rumour. What rumour you are pursuing at present, however, is not known to Doom." It was not the whole truth, but it was enough to make her aware that he had his suspicions, suspicions that were probably very correct.
The last time he had any dealings with Romanoff had been over the rogue Doombot and that had led to his forced temporary dismantling of his nuclear devices. This time, it was likely that Fury sent her to make sure he had not armed himself again.
"Nothing but a little company and some coco. I sure love coco and Star Wars. Wait Doom? Dr. Doom? Metal masked king of whateveria. It’s a pleasure to meet you…I think." Carl offered his hand to shake and smiled at the man not knowing how stupid he was being and how much trouble he could be getting into.
Doom eyed the hand with undisguised disdain. He folded his arms over his chest and glared down at the man instead. Whoever this hero was, he was not worth his royal touch, let alone greeting.
"You are wasting Doom's time." There was no imminent danger to the visitor, but the irritated edge of Doom's voice hinted at much pain, if not death if the man continued to attempt anything akin to friendship with him.
"What do you want from Doom?" Cosmic heroes were of little interest to Doom, as their paths rarely crossed for the time being. Undoubtedly, they would cross much more once Doom had accomplished what he desired on Earth, but for now, he left them to their own devices.
Caged
It was apart of the plan, though she could have gone without his lackey’s being a little more violent than she expected. She had a bruise forming on her rib cage, but she didn’t focus on the pain. No, she was able to cut off her reaction to pain rather easily when it came down to it. Which is why a bleeding stub would have been a flesh wound and a cut a mere scrape. Plus having your side gnawed on by none other than Victor Creed made you rethink the way that you reacted to pain.
Natasha pulled her arms away from one of the other guards and held up her bound wrists.
"Do we really need this, Doom?" she asked.
She despised being bound by restraints. It made her feel helpless. The only time she would have ever accepted it would have been being bound during sex. But that was a completely different story.
The agent was already calculating her next move as she stood there. She tried her best to figure out the words that would get her the information that she desired.
When it came to Doom holding weapons, or any other master plan from S.H.I.E.L.D. things became complicated.
"You were caught trespassing, agent. Doom is not certain your motives and until he is, you will remain as you are." The guards remained where they were, guns aimed at the agent.
Not that bonds really impeded the infamous Black Widow and Doom knew that. He was only leaving her bound because it annoyed her.
"Why are you here?" There would be no further pleasantries exchanged. Doom was no spy and he hated unnecessary prevarication and posturing.
Caged
Doom never liked spies. He tolerated S.H.I.E.L.D. and other organisations solely because they proved useful for information and as distractions. However, there were days where he was sorely tempted to dismantle these organisations swiftly and decisively.
It was one of those days for the latter.
Gazing out of the window of his embassy office, Doom set aside a glass of half-drunk wine and glared down at the bright, well-kept lawn as his door opened.
From the reflection on the window, he saw a familiar red-haired agent being led into the room by a pair of guards. He knew she was only caught because she wanted to and that did not settle well with him.
Waiting until he heard the door to his office close, Doom turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed at the sight of his guest with undisguised hostility and suspicion.
"Agent Romanoff, to what does Doom owe the pleasure?" The words were polite, but the tone hinted at his desire to be anything, but civil.
"Such is not surprising. Talented young people often outdo their predecessors." Although he loved his parents, Doom thought himself far above the both of them in magic and science.
Doom noted the way she spoke of each city and shelved the information away for later. He’d heard mentions of some of these cities before, but he never heard anything concrete about any of them aside from Gotham.
"And which one of these cities are you from?"
"I live in San Francisco right now… but I was raised in Gotham." Zatanna smiled, thinking of her apartment looking over the bay. She took a small breath and then took another sip of her wine. “How about you… you live here? Or do you have various residences?"
Gotham. He suspected as much. Although she was more relaxed than some of the inhabitants he knew, she had an air to her that reminded him of that notorious city.
"This is my home, but I travel occasionally to New York City for diplomatic reasons." Diplomatic, in Doom's vocabulary, was not the same as what it meant in strict dictionary definition. Diplomacy also involved the occasional altercation with the Fantastic Four or the Avengers, but she didn't have to know that.
"I prefer not to travel if I do not have to. My people need me."
From the art collection: Doom by Ron Salas.
Mr. Fantastic, Invisible Woman, Black Panther & She-Hulk + HERBIE vs. Dr. Doom commission by John Byrne. 2011
I have this Black Knight “What If" that features a time traveling Doom and Nathaniel Richards. Leonardo Manco does beautiful detailing on the armor that can only be seen in this inked version. The masthead on the final version of the cover of the comic pretty much obscures Doom’s mask!
I’d say this is Doom going medieval but then his current version always did look medieval.