Every good story was a story of perfect timing. It took a little bit of time to create the best arrangement but nothing that magic and science couldn’t solve. Levitating above Brooklyn streets, Doom looked with greedy anticipation at the fire truck rushing to this last last distress signal they just had. How sad it may be, people were dying, most of them from asphyxia. The incident wasn’t big enough to trigger some stupid hyperactive superheroes, but enough to stress those firemen. Doom watched the scene, hidden behind one of his spell, waiting his moment. He manipulated the flames just enough to give those good citizens a chance, just enough to motivate those good men. He waited and watched them enter the building, it was now inevitable, this dear Johnny Storm had no chance to save those poor victims with some primitive tools. Fire was great, fire could be impressive, especially with the perfect air suction. And little bit of science there, on bad door mysteriously opened and... BOOM. Doom watched the back-draft with a smirk, it was just a question of seconds now, Doom knew it, so he triggered the second part of his plan.
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