Chapitre 74: Chapter 71: Confrontation & Familiar Faces
A/N: Yesterday's winner was Alter04.
Now today put a GIF of Hank McCoy/Beast Here.
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After contacting Zod and Thragg telepathically I slowly began making my way towards the Wakandian party.
But just like they were subtly making their ways towards me I decided to subtly make my ways towards them.
Which gave Zod and Thragg plenty of time to arrive at my side.
Then once they did only a few seconds passed before our two groups finally came face-to-face.
When this happened I put a stupidly big, and fake, smile on my face and extended my left hand in T'Challa direction.
The man taking it and shaking it.
"Prince T'Challa of Wakanda. Nice to meet you." I told him.
"The same to you king Doom." T'Challa replied.
Once he did we ended our handhake.
"I must say, your reputation precedes you. Since you aren't like what I imagined at all." T'Challa said to me.
"Why thank you. I get that a lot." I replied. "Now then, while I am glad to see a fellow small nation supporting the Future Foundation I am curious as to what you and your people are doing here tonight? Since I myself help craft the guest list for tonight and I don't remember their being a delegation from Wakanda on it." I spoke.
"Ah, maybe it slipped your mind." T'Challa suggested.
"Mhm, no. It definitely would not have." I replied. I then drop the fake smile adorning my face. "So let's dispense with the foreplay Prince T'Challa and get down to business. Why are you and your people here tonight?"
Upon hearing me, and seeing my change in demeanor, T'Challa and all the Dora Milaje with him also ever so slightly shifted their own.
"Very well king Doom. We shall dispense with the foreplay as you said." T'Challa replied to me.
"Good." I retorted. "Now, why are you here tonight?"
"Your armor. We learned it contains-"
"-Vibranium." I said. Finishing T'Challa sentence for him. "It also belongs to me. So before you ask, no you cannot have the Vibranium back. Not that I would hand it over to you and your people even if you did." I spoke. "Despite the fact you think you have the rights to all Vibraniun in the entire world, simply because your nation was lucky enough to be blessed with an abundance of it ages ago." I whispered.
Only loud enough for those in the immediate vicinity to hear.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're-"
"-Do not insult my intelligence prince T'Challa." I interrupted him.
"And don't you interrupt our nations Prince like that King Victor." Okoye said to me.
"I will. For as you just stated miss I am a king and the one you are following tonight is nothing more than still a prince. Our stations are currently different. Remember that." I spoke.
Only for Okoye to send me a nasty glare and take a step forward.
But when she did Zod stepped up and got on her way.
"Don't." He simply said to her.
"My subordinate is right. We wouldn't want to cause a scene here in front of all these people now would we?" I asked.
"Okoye." T'Challa said.
When he did she stepped back.
Zod doing the same.
"Great. Now then as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, do not insult my intelligence prince T'Challa. For I know the truth of Wakanda. I know it is not the third-world African nation it claims to me. I know it is one of the most advanced countries in the entire world. Decades ahead of everyone else in technology, medicine, etc. I know it is all thanks to the Vibranium your nation works to tirelessly keep secret. And I know how the rest of the world would react if the truth of your nation was revealed in the wrong manner. Especially to the rest of the Black population world-wide. I wonder how many would react, knowing Wakanda had the power to prevent the slave trade and even colonization and didn't? I mean as a ruler of a small nation myself I can understand your ancestors actions. But you know people. They aren't as understanding as me." I spoke.
T'Challa getting a look of anger on his face, his Dora Milaje as well, as I spoke.
"You dare to threaten Wakanda?" T'Challa asked me.
"Yes. I dare." I easily replied. "Now then, kindly take your leave of this place. Otherwise by tomorrow morning some governments might get actual satellite scans of your nation and some major media outlets might get information packets about Wakandian activities." I spoke.
T'Challa getting angrier as the seconds passed as I did.
But he didn't do anything.
"We're leaving." He spoke.
He then turned and started walking away.
His Dora Milaje following behind me.
Good.
The big kitty knows his place.
Though now given the confrontation we just had I need to accelerate my plans in regards to Wakanda.
Because if this realities T'Challa is anything like his Earth-616 counterpart then I need to take care him early.
Otherwise he'll become a pain in the ass.
Becoming the champion of Bast, becoming the King of the Dead, combining Alchemy and science to create a new branch of science known as Shadow Physics.
Yeah, I do not want to deal with that Black Panther if I can help it.
Especially since there's room for only one badass small foreign nation monarch, with a mastery of both science and magic.
Yours truly.
And I have never been good at sharing.
Once T'Challa and his people took their leave I dismissed Zod and Thragg from my side so they could continue enjoying the party.
Then right after I did I found Norman approaching me.
His family with him.
Harry looking like a young James Franco.
[Insert Image of Harry Osborn Here]
Seeing them I smiled. "Norman, good to see you." I told him.
"The same to you Victor." Norman replied.
The two of us then shook hands.
After he did I turned my attention to Emily and Harry.
"Oh and you must be the lovely Ms. Emly Osborn and the little spitfire Harry Norman has told me so much about. A pleasure to meet you both." I said them.
"The same to you King Doom." Emily told me.
"A real king. Cool." Harry said.
"Yes young man, being a king is cool." I told him.
Getting a laugh from the entire Osborn family.
We then mingled for a bit more, and I even briefly discussed Emily's project concerning bacteria that could dissolve plastic in the ocean.
A plan which we agreed to talk more about at a later date.
Though after a few moments the Osborn's got on their way.
After they did I got ready to go back into full mingling mode.
Only to stop when I spotted yet another familiar face.
A young Warren Worthington III. Also known as Angel, and then Archangel in the comics.
[Insert Image of Warren Worthington III/Angle Here]
The boy is with his parents, and from the looks of him he hasn't awakened to his powers yet.
Though given the look of his age I'm sure it will happen soon.
And when it does he'll have a good support system to fall back on.
Given what I know about his general history.
After his powers developed his father spurned him.
Then down the road after he finally found acceptance he ended up becoming a pawn of Apocalypse.
Well not in this reality and certainly not on my watch.
As I made this mental note I decided to go introduce myself to the future winged man.
Only to stop in my tracks when Brainiac contacted me via technopathy.
Since I built him to be able to.
'Sorry to disturb you my emperor. But I wanted to inform you I have located another uninvited guest to tonight's events that I thought you should be aware of. Considering this particular guests set of skills.' Brainiac explained to me.
'Very well.' I replied. 'Poimt me in their direction.' I said.
When I did Brainiac did just that.
After which I found myself looking at none other than Betsy Braddock aka Psylocke, disguised as one of the parties servers.
[Insert Image of Betsy Braddock/Psylocke Here]
As I stared at her I wanted to groan.
Given that's she's a mercenary/assassin for hire.
Meaning she is likely here tonight to try and complete a job.
Man in Marvel when it rains it fucking pours.
Oh well.
Nothing I can do.
Now then, time to stop a potential assassination attempt.
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