Of my previous life I don't remember much, skills and knowledge mostly that carried over...
Son of Doom (Marvel Comics SI)
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Prologue
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
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Of my previous life I don't remember much, skills and knowledge mostly that carried over. Memories of my life before this are somewhat fragmented. I get flashes of memories sometimes, not much just impressions, the taste of my grandmother's lasagna, a silouette of a pretty girl, things like that. Mostly I remember the transition. Bright lights on a rainy night, the screech of tearing metal, a flash of the most intense pain I've ever felt and then nothing.
My clearest memory of an event in either of my lives was floating in a void that seemed filled with stars, comets and galaxies. The void contracted and resolved itself into the shape of a cloaked being, regarding me with interest in eyes made out of stars.
"You are not supposed to be here, little Soul." Said the being, echoing in my mind.
I tried to form words but lacked the ability to do so in a disembodied state, how does one speak with no breath or lips to give the words form?
"An interesting question, but not the one I am pondering." Mused the being.
"He is here because the one above all has decreed it!" Boomed a chorus of voices.
I turned to find a Golden Skinned Giant with three faces adressing the Cloaked Being.
"Why has it been so decreed?" Asked the Cloaked Being.
"Because the one has forseen the death of everything. The Ivory Kings are planning to collapse the multiverse. It was felt that a Soul from elsewhere would be needed to preserve the one's creation." Boomed the Giant.
From these points of Data things clicked. Three headed giants and star cloaked beings? The Ivory Kings? The One above all? I was in the Marvel Multiverse!
"Indeed the Soul from Elsewhere has grasped the situation. Even beings such as we will not be able to save the Multiverse, though there is one who will, he will do so by cannibalizing worlds. We will send you to him, in the hopes that together you may be able to salvage enough to restart the Multiverse, rather than cannibalize the whole to save one small portion. The one also believes that having to care for a son may help curb some of his more. . .megalomaniacal tendencies." Boomed what I could now Identify as the Living Tribunal, spokesman for the God of the entire Marvel Multiverse.
That could only mean they were sending me to one man.
"Indeed, you will be reborn on Earth 616 as the Son of Victor von Doom, Autocrat of Latveria. Unfortunately, even beings such as we are shackled by rules, all magic even that of the divine exacts a price. In order to integrate you into reality in a way that will not alert other cosmic forces, the price that must be paid is the memories of your previous life. We will keep you with any skills and knowledges that may be useful, but I am afraid your memories of your personal life will be sacrificed upon the altar of the Multiverse." Boomed the living Tribunal.
"We will try to keep as much of your memories intact as possible, but it may only be vague impressions. After all, your metaknowledge of our multiverse is paramount and we must also make room for a magical core and an extra helping of intellect in order to see you suceed." Replied the being I could now identify as Eternity.
I didn't like the price I would be forced to pay, but then I'm not entirely certain I could refuse even if I wanted to. I was already here after all.
"Indeed, now prepare yourself!" Boomed the Living Tribunal.
There was a flash of light, searing pain in my mind followed by the feeling of a rush of power, then the next Thing I know I'm waking up in an oak panneled room in a comfortable bed to the sound of an alarm clock going off.
Sitting up I padded over to a mirror that hung on an ornate frame above a long side table. I was young, perhaps no more than 18, with a chiselled physique that was tanned, blue eyes and black hair were features I possessed. I tried to remember what I had looked like before the void only to get a vague impression of red, pale, and green and not much else.
A knock on the door alerted me to the presence of a servant. "Yes?" I asked.
"Prince Petyr, your father has instructed you to dress and meet him for breakfast in fifteen minutes. It is best not to keep Lord Doom waiting." Came the voice of what I could only assume was the Maid.
A flash of new memories played in my mind and mixed well with my metaknowledge. "Of course, Lyudmilla. My father is many things, but tolerant of tardiness is not one of them. Please inform him that I will be along presently." I replied.
"Of course, Young Master." Came the response, followed by the shuffling of feet.
Another flash of new memory played in my mind, this one much more interesting than the habits of my new father. A bit of concentration and a gesture and I found my wardrobe opening on its own laying out a pair of Grey Slacks and a Green Button Down Shirt. Socks and dress shoes followed. Mystical Telekinesis seemed to be one of the skills my Father had taught me during our lessons. That could come in handy.
A quick shower and change later and I was on my way to the Yellow Dining Hall where my new father habitually ate breakfast. I entered announced by a Chamberlain as my father sat wearing the half mask he wore during mealtimes. The full mask fully enclosed his face within a helmet, and thus made eating quite difficult.
"Son, on time as expected." He intoned.
"Of course father." I replied neutrally.
"Your tutors tell me that you have surpassed their lesson plans early. It seems you will be able to graduate a month in advance of most other sixth year students even with your expanded and advanced course load. As well, Master Liao tells me that you have learned to harness your chi on top of all the forms he can teach you and that now all you require is experience." He prodded.
"Was that not expected of a von Doom father?" I asked.
"Of course it was expected, Child. I am Doom! The greatest mind in the world. It is only natural my son be a prodigy. This is not about your studies at home. This is about your choice of University! I cannot protect you in New York from my enemies! The city sees a Superhuman Battle once a week at least and there are many who would seek to harm me through you!" Fumed Doom.
"I understand the risks father, but Empire State University has some of the best science courses in the world. The fact that New York City is a regular battlefield is incidental. I will go, I will learn, and I will defeat any who dare threaten me. Is that not what you've taught me?" I asked.
"Stubborness is a trait you share with your mother." Growled Doom.
"Father, would you not do the same if given the chance? To learn from brilliant minds and defeat those who would seek to use you for their own ends?" I asked.
"You are not me, not yet my son. Today we will test you to see if you are ready. Should I judge you adequate, I will allow you to go to Empire State. Be warned, the tests will not be easy." Intoned Doom.
"I am von Doom, I relish the challenge." I replied.
That afternoon was one of the most grueling I could remember facing. Martial arts against men five years more experienced, alchemy demonstrations, mock spell combat against my father, tests of mathmatics, tactics, engineering skill. I was beaten, I was bruised, I was burnt in places, however by the end of the day I was still going.
"Enough!" Shouted Doom.
"Do I pass, father?" I huffed between screaming lungfulls of air.
"Your skills are sufficient. . .for now. However should I even catch a whisper that you are not improving, you will be dragged back to Doomsdadt in Irons if need be." Growled Doom.
"I am von Doom. I will never cease improving." I replied, flopping over like a fish.
Doom nodded once then walked out of the training area. Two weeks later I was enrolled and on my way to New York by private jet. . .
My clearest memory of an event in either of my lives was floating in a void that seemed filled with stars, comets and galaxies. The void contracted and resolved itself into the shape of a cloaked being, regarding me with interest in eyes made out of stars.
"You are not supposed to be here, little Soul." Said the being, echoing in my mind.
I tried to form words but lacked the ability to do so in a disembodied state, how does one speak with no breath or lips to give the words form?
"An interesting question, but not the one I am pondering." Mused the being.
"He is here because the one above all has decreed it!" Boomed a chorus of voices.
I turned to find a Golden Skinned Giant with three faces adressing the Cloaked Being.
"Why has it been so decreed?" Asked the Cloaked Being.
"Because the one has forseen the death of everything. The Ivory Kings are planning to collapse the multiverse. It was felt that a Soul from elsewhere would be needed to preserve the one's creation." Boomed the Giant.
From these points of Data things clicked. Three headed giants and star cloaked beings? The Ivory Kings? The One above all? I was in the Marvel Multiverse!
"Indeed the Soul from Elsewhere has grasped the situation. Even beings such as we will not be able to save the Multiverse, though there is one who will, he will do so by cannibalizing worlds. We will send you to him, in the hopes that together you may be able to salvage enough to restart the Multiverse, rather than cannibalize the whole to save one small portion. The one also believes that having to care for a son may help curb some of his more. . .megalomaniacal tendencies." Boomed what I could now Identify as the Living Tribunal, spokesman for the God of the entire Marvel Multiverse.
That could only mean they were sending me to one man.
"Indeed, you will be reborn on Earth 616 as the Son of Victor von Doom, Autocrat of Latveria. Unfortunately, even beings such as we are shackled by rules, all magic even that of the divine exacts a price. In order to integrate you into reality in a way that will not alert other cosmic forces, the price that must be paid is the memories of your previous life. We will keep you with any skills and knowledges that may be useful, but I am afraid your memories of your personal life will be sacrificed upon the altar of the Multiverse." Boomed the living Tribunal.
"We will try to keep as much of your memories intact as possible, but it may only be vague impressions. After all, your metaknowledge of our multiverse is paramount and we must also make room for a magical core and an extra helping of intellect in order to see you suceed." Replied the being I could now identify as Eternity.
I didn't like the price I would be forced to pay, but then I'm not entirely certain I could refuse even if I wanted to. I was already here after all.
"Indeed, now prepare yourself!" Boomed the Living Tribunal.
There was a flash of light, searing pain in my mind followed by the feeling of a rush of power, then the next Thing I know I'm waking up in an oak panneled room in a comfortable bed to the sound of an alarm clock going off.
Sitting up I padded over to a mirror that hung on an ornate frame above a long side table. I was young, perhaps no more than 18, with a chiselled physique that was tanned, blue eyes and black hair were features I possessed. I tried to remember what I had looked like before the void only to get a vague impression of red, pale, and green and not much else.
A knock on the door alerted me to the presence of a servant. "Yes?" I asked.
"Prince Petyr, your father has instructed you to dress and meet him for breakfast in fifteen minutes. It is best not to keep Lord Doom waiting." Came the voice of what I could only assume was the Maid.
A flash of new memories played in my mind and mixed well with my metaknowledge. "Of course, Lyudmilla. My father is many things, but tolerant of tardiness is not one of them. Please inform him that I will be along presently." I replied.
"Of course, Young Master." Came the response, followed by the shuffling of feet.
Another flash of new memory played in my mind, this one much more interesting than the habits of my new father. A bit of concentration and a gesture and I found my wardrobe opening on its own laying out a pair of Grey Slacks and a Green Button Down Shirt. Socks and dress shoes followed. Mystical Telekinesis seemed to be one of the skills my Father had taught me during our lessons. That could come in handy.
A quick shower and change later and I was on my way to the Yellow Dining Hall where my new father habitually ate breakfast. I entered announced by a Chamberlain as my father sat wearing the half mask he wore during mealtimes. The full mask fully enclosed his face within a helmet, and thus made eating quite difficult.
"Son, on time as expected." He intoned.
"Of course father." I replied neutrally.
"Your tutors tell me that you have surpassed their lesson plans early. It seems you will be able to graduate a month in advance of most other sixth year students even with your expanded and advanced course load. As well, Master Liao tells me that you have learned to harness your chi on top of all the forms he can teach you and that now all you require is experience." He prodded.
"Was that not expected of a von Doom father?" I asked.
"Of course it was expected, Child. I am Doom! The greatest mind in the world. It is only natural my son be a prodigy. This is not about your studies at home. This is about your choice of University! I cannot protect you in New York from my enemies! The city sees a Superhuman Battle once a week at least and there are many who would seek to harm me through you!" Fumed Doom.
"I understand the risks father, but Empire State University has some of the best science courses in the world. The fact that New York City is a regular battlefield is incidental. I will go, I will learn, and I will defeat any who dare threaten me. Is that not what you've taught me?" I asked.
"Stubborness is a trait you share with your mother." Growled Doom.
"Father, would you not do the same if given the chance? To learn from brilliant minds and defeat those who would seek to use you for their own ends?" I asked.
"You are not me, not yet my son. Today we will test you to see if you are ready. Should I judge you adequate, I will allow you to go to Empire State. Be warned, the tests will not be easy." Intoned Doom.
"I am von Doom, I relish the challenge." I replied.
That afternoon was one of the most grueling I could remember facing. Martial arts against men five years more experienced, alchemy demonstrations, mock spell combat against my father, tests of mathmatics, tactics, engineering skill. I was beaten, I was bruised, I was burnt in places, however by the end of the day I was still going.
"Enough!" Shouted Doom.
"Do I pass, father?" I huffed between screaming lungfulls of air.
"Your skills are sufficient. . .for now. However should I even catch a whisper that you are not improving, you will be dragged back to Doomsdadt in Irons if need be." Growled Doom.
"I am von Doom. I will never cease improving." I replied, flopping over like a fish.
Doom nodded once then walked out of the training area. Two weeks later I was enrolled and on my way to New York by private jet. . .
- Location
- usa
Shouldn't it just be "Doom" instead of "von Doom" when they're talking of themselves in the third person?
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
Thats a Victor affectation from doing supervillian things.
Petyr prefers to use the family name proper as he has yet to try and take over the world.
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Well, he has the arrogance of a von Doom, as well as the Mind and Magic of one. I want to see him use the latter two, but at least somewhat lose the former.
My big question is, has Doom rescued his Mother in this timeline? A noted Gypsy mage, spiritualist, and diabolist would be useful to tutor Peter von Doom, if nothing else. (I am not doing the fancy slavic spelling, it is basically just Peter).
Other timeline questions will probably be answered next chapter. I am expecting Spidey to be a student at the same college, so that is a hook to the Avengers, and I don't see Richards leaving a von Doom, even a junior one, without supervision.
My big question is, has Doom rescued his Mother in this timeline? A noted Gypsy mage, spiritualist, and diabolist would be useful to tutor Peter von Doom, if nothing else. (I am not doing the fancy slavic spelling, it is basically just Peter).
Other timeline questions will probably be answered next chapter. I am expecting Spidey to be a student at the same college, so that is a hook to the Avengers, and I don't see Richards leaving a von Doom, even a junior one, without supervision.
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
To answer timeline questions, this is roughly mid 80's to Early 90's marvel with a slight twist.
Basically because of Marvel's sliding timescale I get to do a bunch of my favorite storylines from when I was a kid, then go into some of the more relevant stuff later on.
For example Mutant Registration is a thing that is still going on but will be winding down soon and Spidey is in the Black Costume he got during Secret Wars.
It also gives me an excuse to rewrite the Clone Saga to make more sense, which was something that infuriated me growing up.
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
Mainline 616 continuity circa 1989 or so
- Location
- Puerto Rico
Good intro.
Looking forward to more.
When are you going to threadmark the chapter?
Second, of his previous memories, did he least remember these two things:
1. Reed Richards is Useless trope (Doom might actually die of laughter because of that)
2. The Evil Overlord List
Looking forward to more.
When are you going to threadmark the chapter?
Second, of his previous memories, did he least remember these two things:
1. Reed Richards is Useless trope (Doom might actually die of laughter because of that)
2. The Evil Overlord List
Cybandeath
Lord Darkness, and Representative of Mad Science
- Location
- The United States of America
honestly speaking I feel that needs to be remade/redone but thats just my opinion.
Chapter 1
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
My private car pulled into the Latverian Embassy in New York City through a crowd of protesters. Usually protesters would be demonstrating over the mutant issue, especially now that the Mutant Registration Act was a law, but it seemed the arrival of the heir to the Autocrat of Latveria was enough of an issue to pull focus from even that.
Fortunately the Latverian Embassy had a full Cohort of Doom Legionaries, the Human Contingent of the Latverian Army, and was supplemented with 3 squads of Servo-Guards for Emergencies. The Doom Legionaries were amongst the most highly trained Soldiers in the world and their discipline and unwavering dedication to their Duty allowed them to keep the crowds at bay with minimal trouble. I suffered little more than some thrown vegetation and annoyance on the way into the Embassy.
Of course that was when things took a Turn for the Surreal. Reed Richards and his Family stood before the gates of the Embassy, blocking the car from entering. Mr Fantastic and his family looked ready to fight. Hell, Ben Grimm looked three seconds from declaring it Clobbering Time and smashing in the hood of my car. The Cohort of Doom Legion looked about ready to call in the Servo-Guards stationed at the Embassy and it seemed like a Brawl was about to commence. That was when I did the unexpected, I got out of the Car.
"Doctor Richards, to what do I owe the unexpected visit?" I asked.
"Old Doc Doom's Kid ain't welcome here in New York! Go home, afore we send you home with Gusto!" Rumbled Grimm.
"I wasn't speaking to you, I was speaking to Dr Richards." I replied.
Grimm growled at the dismissal, but I continued to wait for an answer.
"No, Ben is Right. Whatever your Father is planning with you being here, it ends now." Stated Reed.
"Dr. Richards, my Father was very much against me coming to New York, something about how he couldn't protect me from his enemies. Right now, I have to say you aren't doing very much to prove his concerns wrong." I replied Dryly.
"You expect us to believe that?" Exclaimed Johnny Storm.
"The Truth remains the Truth whether, you believe in it or not. However if you've only come to harass me about my choice in Universities, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You are on Embassy Grounds by standing where you are and thus on Sovereign Latverian Soil. I could have you escorted out, but would give you the chance to save face by leaving under your own power." I replied.
"Wait, you've come here to go to College?" Asked Sue Storm-Richards.
"Empire State University boasts the most impressive science curriculum in the Western World. I could have matched the education at Doomsdadt University, but I would have been constantly stifled under my father's looming presence there. I would not grow into my own person in Latveria. Much as I love my Lord Father, he is a bit. . .Overwhelming at times." I replied Defensively.
"Not the word I'd use. Pompous maybe." Chuckled Ben Grimm.
"Yes and when you take over a Semi-Feudal Nation from a Brutal Dictator and transform it into the most advanced nation in Europe with the highest Standard of Living in the Former Eastern Bloc, mayhaps you will have cause to be pompous too. Whatever actions my father has taken abroad, he has been the best thing for Latveria that there could have been." I retorted.
"Your Father is a Terrorist." Replied Sue Storm-Richards.
"My father has only ever done what he felt was best for his people. If that means coming to New York and engaging in a scheme to defeat those that would seek to depose him and return Latveria to a place of Subjugation, then that is what he will do. I am not blind to my Father's excesses. He takes great pleasure in schemes to destroy you, he has at times invaded or aggressed upon other nations to feed his ego. I know this. But he still has uplifted his people to a place of security from the servitude to the Barons that came before. That is something to be proud of." I replied.
"You can't see it because of how you were raised, but Victor von Doom is not someone to look up to." Began Reed.
"Victor von Doom cured cancer. He sent the cure out Gratis to every hospital in Latveria. He tried to market it abroad in Europe, but the Pharmaceutical Companies told him it was more Profitable to continue to make chemotherapy than medical nanites aimed at excising cancer cells." I replied, dropping a bomb on the Fantastic 4.
"Doc Doom cured Cancer?" Asked Grimm.
"Yes and with his control as Autocrat made it stick for all Latveria, even when the rest of the world scorned the treatment as less profitable. Have you cured cancer, Dr. Richards?" I asked.
"I hadn't really considered it." Admitted Reed.
"Then perhaps the situation is more nuanced than you believe it to be. In any case, I am not my Father and do not intend any schemes at this time. However that can be remedied should you decide to push me on this." I said.
Reed seemed to consider this before nodding once and leaving, the rest of the Four in tow. I got back into the car with a sigh. "Drive on. It has been a most tiring Day thus far and I could use a shower and some time to relax." I said to the driver. A half an hour later the hot water from the shower soothed the developing headache from dealing with the fantastic four after a 14 hour flight.
Tomorrow I would head to Orientation. . .
Fortunately the Latverian Embassy had a full Cohort of Doom Legionaries, the Human Contingent of the Latverian Army, and was supplemented with 3 squads of Servo-Guards for Emergencies. The Doom Legionaries were amongst the most highly trained Soldiers in the world and their discipline and unwavering dedication to their Duty allowed them to keep the crowds at bay with minimal trouble. I suffered little more than some thrown vegetation and annoyance on the way into the Embassy.
Of course that was when things took a Turn for the Surreal. Reed Richards and his Family stood before the gates of the Embassy, blocking the car from entering. Mr Fantastic and his family looked ready to fight. Hell, Ben Grimm looked three seconds from declaring it Clobbering Time and smashing in the hood of my car. The Cohort of Doom Legion looked about ready to call in the Servo-Guards stationed at the Embassy and it seemed like a Brawl was about to commence. That was when I did the unexpected, I got out of the Car.
"Doctor Richards, to what do I owe the unexpected visit?" I asked.
"Old Doc Doom's Kid ain't welcome here in New York! Go home, afore we send you home with Gusto!" Rumbled Grimm.
"I wasn't speaking to you, I was speaking to Dr Richards." I replied.
Grimm growled at the dismissal, but I continued to wait for an answer.
"No, Ben is Right. Whatever your Father is planning with you being here, it ends now." Stated Reed.
"Dr. Richards, my Father was very much against me coming to New York, something about how he couldn't protect me from his enemies. Right now, I have to say you aren't doing very much to prove his concerns wrong." I replied Dryly.
"You expect us to believe that?" Exclaimed Johnny Storm.
"The Truth remains the Truth whether, you believe in it or not. However if you've only come to harass me about my choice in Universities, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You are on Embassy Grounds by standing where you are and thus on Sovereign Latverian Soil. I could have you escorted out, but would give you the chance to save face by leaving under your own power." I replied.
"Wait, you've come here to go to College?" Asked Sue Storm-Richards.
"Empire State University boasts the most impressive science curriculum in the Western World. I could have matched the education at Doomsdadt University, but I would have been constantly stifled under my father's looming presence there. I would not grow into my own person in Latveria. Much as I love my Lord Father, he is a bit. . .Overwhelming at times." I replied Defensively.
"Not the word I'd use. Pompous maybe." Chuckled Ben Grimm.
"Yes and when you take over a Semi-Feudal Nation from a Brutal Dictator and transform it into the most advanced nation in Europe with the highest Standard of Living in the Former Eastern Bloc, mayhaps you will have cause to be pompous too. Whatever actions my father has taken abroad, he has been the best thing for Latveria that there could have been." I retorted.
"Your Father is a Terrorist." Replied Sue Storm-Richards.
"My father has only ever done what he felt was best for his people. If that means coming to New York and engaging in a scheme to defeat those that would seek to depose him and return Latveria to a place of Subjugation, then that is what he will do. I am not blind to my Father's excesses. He takes great pleasure in schemes to destroy you, he has at times invaded or aggressed upon other nations to feed his ego. I know this. But he still has uplifted his people to a place of security from the servitude to the Barons that came before. That is something to be proud of." I replied.
"You can't see it because of how you were raised, but Victor von Doom is not someone to look up to." Began Reed.
"Victor von Doom cured cancer. He sent the cure out Gratis to every hospital in Latveria. He tried to market it abroad in Europe, but the Pharmaceutical Companies told him it was more Profitable to continue to make chemotherapy than medical nanites aimed at excising cancer cells." I replied, dropping a bomb on the Fantastic 4.
"Doc Doom cured Cancer?" Asked Grimm.
"Yes and with his control as Autocrat made it stick for all Latveria, even when the rest of the world scorned the treatment as less profitable. Have you cured cancer, Dr. Richards?" I asked.
"I hadn't really considered it." Admitted Reed.
"Then perhaps the situation is more nuanced than you believe it to be. In any case, I am not my Father and do not intend any schemes at this time. However that can be remedied should you decide to push me on this." I said.
Reed seemed to consider this before nodding once and leaving, the rest of the Four in tow. I got back into the car with a sigh. "Drive on. It has been a most tiring Day thus far and I could use a shower and some time to relax." I said to the driver. A half an hour later the hot water from the shower soothed the developing headache from dealing with the fantastic four after a 14 hour flight.
Tomorrow I would head to Orientation. . .
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Demonianism
I'm not possessed, this is normal.
- Location
- United States
Shots fired!
I wonder how Richards' ego will take this challenge, especially seeing as he was willing to try and block a prince from entering his own embassy by standing inside embassy grounds!
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
The thing about Reed is that he can be just as arrogant as Doom at times.
Hell, he almost lost Sue to Namor in the leadup to their wedding that way!
As to curing cancer, that was a thing Doom Legitimately did in the Silver Age. Of course being the Silver Age, he told no one he knew how.
Loving the story so far. Will Doom Jr. be meeting Peter Parker and friends in College in this universe? While I am sure he will excel academically I would hope there will be a bit of initial friction from other undercover heroes and maybe some mutants though with the registration act in effect he might offer them asylum in his homeland. Or at least the really useful ones so he can convince his Father it is not completely altruistic.
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
Peter would have graduated in 1979 but was missing a Gym Credit. By 89 he'd already graduated and was mostly working for the Bugle while trying to get a job in his field.
He's no longer in college by the time of story start, however there are a number of Spiderman Villains that teach there. Otto Octavius still teaches Robotics there and Miles Warren is the Genetics Professor and is currently using Empire State Equipment to Clone Gwen Stacy. Hell Norman Osborne is the College's Foremost Donor.
Its almost a foregone conclusion that he'll Run into Spidey at some point with teachers like those.
Stormbringer117
Soulless
- Location
- Australia
I'm reminded of the opening chapter of Minion by Gevaisa. I love it when Superheros get hit with real-world problems!
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
- Location
- Chicago
I was super sad when she decided not to continue that. . .
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
Don't you know? Reed Richards is useless.
As for blocking a prince from his own embassy, I bet this is going to get him some blowback from the US government — after all, to attend a US university, he's need a student visa granted by the US government. The Fantastic Four declaring someone persona non grata from US soil after the US invited that person in could be considered anything from an international incident to an act of sedition, depending on the mood of the federal prosecutor and the State Department.
- Location
- México
I get the feeling he's going to try to befriend some guy named Peter Parker to make a superior Spiderman
