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Chapter 41: Doom does not take credits
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His amusement faded. "But tell me, why do you believe I will not kill you here and now, after all this trickery? You must know the same trick will not work twice on me."
[He's not wrong. Adam is skating on very thin ice.]
[How is he going to talk his way out of this one?]
Adam met his gaze with his one good eye. "I admit, I am not at all prepared to face you. My chance of standing against you is zero."
Only he knew if that was at all true. "But I believe you to be a man of wisdom. More importantly, a man who places the Mutant cause above all else. Everything else can be discarded if it serves our people."
"The plans I outlined when I contacted you… They seemed to resonate, did they not?"
Magneto smiled, a rare, genuine expression. "Indeed, they did. But that is not all." He leaned forward slightly.
"I believe in your potential. Should I fail, I believe you would be the most suitable to take the mantle."
He leaned back, the smile turning shrewd. "But most importantly, it is simply a matter of interest. The Mutant Brotherhood requires significant funding, after all." He chuckled darkly.
[He sees Adam as a SUCCESSOR?!!]
[I see! It's a matter of interest after all. Makes sense.]
He lifted his hand, and clenched. The metal sphere containing Wilson Fisk began to constrict further.
The Kingpin's face, visible in the gap, contorted in unimaginable terror.
Muffled, wet, low-frequency crunches and pops emanated from the sphere as flesh, bone, and sinew were compressed into a pulp by an irresistible force.
The last vestige of the fearsome Kingpin was a final, silent scream before the metal sealed completely, becoming a perfectly smooth, blood-streaked ball.
[HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THE KINGPIN JUST FELL.]
[On-screen! No last-minute rescue! He's just... gone!]
[That was one of the most brutal and definitive deaths I've ever seen in Marvel.]
[Fisk's plot armor can never hope to surpass Magneto's. He was simply outmatched.]
[That's such a fucking relief, tired of stories where the villain somehow always escapes only to come back for revenge.]
[Agreed, and it usually happens in the most nonsensical way possible.]
[Aghh, my Trauma is awakening. Watching the Flash TV Show was torture, the most amount of condensed stupidity I've ever seen.]
[Due, you've brought back some painful memories. I went in there to watch the flash, instead, we got so much fucking talk no jutsu.]
[There is nowhere to run.gif]
Wilson Fisk was a cockroach of the criminal underworld. He had survived Daredevil, Spider-Man, and the Punisher.
He had gone to prison, seen his empire crumble, and had always, always crawled back, even managing to become the mayor of New York.
His resilience was the stuff of legend, a testament to human tenacity and corruption.
But today, he had faced a different kind of plot armor. He had faced a force of nature, a king who operated on a plane of power where human ambition was irrelevant.
There was absolutely nothing Wilson Fisk could have said or done. Magneto was simply the end of his story.
[Respect for Fisk. He was a legendary villain. But he was out of his league.]
[Magneto doesn't care about your human politics or your comeback story. You just die.]
The sphere hovered for a moment longer before Magneto gestured, and it flew out through the hole in the wall, destined for a landfill or the bottom of the Hudson.
Magneto, who had been observing the ruined skyline through the gaping hole in the wall, suddenly pointed a finger upwards. "Are you interested in missiles, Cypher? I have a few for sale."
[Missiles? What missiles?]
[Where? I see nothing?]
From the audience's perspective, the camera lens seemed to detach, zooming through the shattered roof of Fisk Tower.
It flew higher and higher into the night sky until it revealed the source of Magneto's offer.
Suspended in the air, held aloft by his immense power, were three massive, sleek ballistic missiles.
They may not have any insignia to signify their source, but they have Hydra's scent all over them..
Hydra was, to the surprise of none, ruthless, their target the very building they now stood in.
Had they known Magneto's appearance in the same building, things would've gone differently, but now, they had merely sent him a gift.
[The sheer fucking power! I'm so envious.]
[Too bad you aren't Adam, so yeah, just envy like the rest of us.]
[The sheer, casual power on display is staggering! He's so OP.]
[Damn, Adam making a joke of Magneto earlier almost made me forget how broken Magneto is!]
Adam raised his one good brow, letting out a pained but genuine laugh. "Hydra... really did try to bomb me. I feel so betrayed, after all we've gone through."
"I think I haven't run enough publicity for them, so they're dissatisfied with me. Don't worry, my Hydra, I shall make you known to all!"
His humour died down upon seeing Magneto's twitching mouth. "Ahem, I certainly wouldn't mind them. But it depends on the price."
Their conversation was interrupted by Domino, who had walked up behind Adam.
With a series of deft, practiced movements, she helped him peel off the tattered, blood-soaked remains of his three-piece suit, her touch surprisingly gentle.
"You talk about happiness and a good life," She complained, her voice a mix of frustration and concern, "But you let yourself get turned into chopped liver. It just doesn't add up."
Adam flinched as the fabric pulled away from his burns, but his voice was steady. "You misunderstand, my dear. I consider this happiness. The struggle, the victory, the cost... this is what I thoroughly enjoy. So you needn't worry too much. I'm just experiencing life."
[He... enjoys this? This level of pain?]
[Definitely a masochist.]
[This man's definition of 'a good life' is a battlefield.]
[When you are so deprived of life experiences that you desire even the worst of it, broken, so broken.]
[Yup, he's mentally insane.]
[He isn't insane. How can you mortals understand the incomprehensible thoughts of Doom?]
[I love crazy.]
[U gay?]
[I'm a girl. What's wrong with you?]
[I think more than half of the viewers are women... Actually superficial creatures.]
[Just be Adam and we'll be superficial for u too, you can't, can ya?]
[Just be handsome and cool, bro.]
[Damn, the show's eye candy methods are working, maybe that's why they showed us Adam naked so many times?]
[Well, the eye candy is a burned steak, right now, so enjoy!!]
[Ohh, I would eat that burned steak any day of the week. Adam, I love you!!!!] [+1] [+1] [+1]
[Guys, Adam is being hijacked by them! We must fight back!!]
[True! Tell your friends to watch! Go go go, just male friends!! We run this show!]
[Girls! Do your thing!]
[We rule the world of gossip bitch! Be prepared to lose miserably.]
[Damn... She's right.] [Fuck!]
[Wait, we have the nerds. They rule this show!]
[You goddamn right! Adam is cybersexual! He doesn't care for women! Only research! Go go go!]
[Fuck!] [Nooo!]
His words, spoken with such raw sincerity, left her speechless. Adam was speechless, too. Tf is the chat on about!?
He wanted to burst out laughing, but why the fuck are they getting crazier and crazier?
Also, he wanted to scream that he isn't fucking insane. All his thought processes are perfectly logical.
It's just a bit outside human comprehension. The Doom roleplayer in chat is spitting facts.
She found a clean cloth and a bottle of water and began to carefully clean the blood and grime from his torso.
The good news was that his most severe wounds, like the one on his thigh, had been brutally cauterized by his own sword, so he wasn't bleeding much.
The bad news was that his body was a patchwork of angry red burns and sealed gashes.
He looked, as she mentally noted, like a medium-rare steak that had been cooked by a distracted chef, with no seasoning too.
[Domino's internal monologue is killing me, lmao.]
[He really does look atrocious. How is he even conscious?]
[That's Doom's mind working as intended. I, Doom, rule!!]
[All hail Doom!!] [+1] [+1] [+1]
She could only let out a long, weary sigh. She turned his office chair and gently began cleaning his face, her fingers tracing the horrific, clean slice that had taken his left eye.
"How are you even standing?" She whispered, more to herself than to him. "Laughing, talking, making deals... You lost an eye. How are you so casual?"
Adam reached up and stroked her hair, a gesture of unexpected tenderness. "It doesn't matter," He assured her, his voice soft. "I never saw much with my eyes anyway. My mind sees more."
[Aww, that was almost sweet.]
[In the most horrifying, traumatizing context possible, but still.]
[He's not wrong. His Cyberpathy and enhanced intellect are his true senses.]
[Indeed, praise Doom more.]
[You're just taking all the credits, aren't ya?]
[Doom does not take credits. Credits beg to be taken by him.]
[Damn... Okay, I see ya!] [Damn!]
[Phew, Doom, you rock!]
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