Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Troublemaker

A/N: This is just out of my imagination lmk what yall think :)

A cloaked figure sat upon a pedestal, hood covering the person’s features while accepting the drink offered by his lowly maid. The goblet was half filled as he always liked, and by the color of it, the being deduced that it was sherbet, a famous beverage of certain descent. 

For years, the being had worked in the shadows, killing and executing those who opposed his dreams of ambitious goals and virtuous conquest. In a country barely known with one goal: eliminate the Avengers. 

And what a feat that was. 

The first conquest eliminated the outsiders, who also happened to be the most powerful aide to the Avengers that resonated mainland Earth as their home of hospitality. Starting with, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and Captain Marvel. 

The Guardians were the easiest to eliminate. All he had to do was send some intergalactic space hunters with some very sophisticated weapons, and the group became no more. Captain Marvel was more complicated, the being recalled as he sipped the blood-colored beverage. 

He smiled as the drink slipped down his throat, droplet after droplet entering his interior. It had been a while since he could drink what of his ancestors had taken pride in, being forced into robotic pieces and sufficed that as life, but one urban legend around both good and bad was that Stark tech, truly outdid everything and everyone else. 

He did some homework on the nuclear energy emitting woman, who turned out to also be from this planet, but rebirthed on another. A strange story, but one that hadn’t been complete from the looks of it. All it took was a little messenger communication and a fleet of Kree ships and the rest became history. 

Which left the mainland Avengers. What a scheme it would be to take all of them out at the same time. One final blow, eradicating all those who opposed him and his reign. How glorious that would be. No one else could claim that feat, and either way, no one else would be able to ever execute such a sinister malicity. 

The man laughed, a dry and throaty sound that never failed to make the maiden flinch. He ordered, “Light more candles, we must be true hosts for our guests tonight.”

The woman frantically nodded and scurried to do what her master had asked of her, knowing full well the slightest mishap would result in her blood mixed with the sherbet. Her master didn’t believe in funerals, but she had seen what had happened to those before her, left for the crows to pick the eyes out of, or heads as malicious trophies of those who dared to be less than Doctor Doom’s expectations. 

Doctor Victor Von Doom raised his lips into a one-ended smirk, “Gloria, do you remember how I took down each of the mainland Avengers?”

Gloria nodded her head too quickly for the average question, while keeping her gaze trained to nowhere but the tiled floor. 

Doom dipped his head up, withdrawing the cape by mere centimeters as he spoke to himself, “Killing all of them one shot would have been the perfect accomplishment. A single message to the world about what would happen if they were to stand in my way. But that would be too little fun.” 

The Avengers. Earth’s mightiest heroes. Iron Man. Captain America. Black Widow. Hawkeye. Thor. Scarlet Witch. Hulk. Ant-Man. Wasp. Winter Soldier. Doctor Strange. Falcon. Vision. Black Panther. Peter Parker. And their other sidekicks that Doom easily eradicated. All except for one.

It was a quite genius plan, nevertheless. 

It would have been even better if all of his assinations were indeed dead.