"Aww, but Uncle Vitya, I wanna fuck her up!"
Just when Kitty Pryde's day couldn't get any worse, it just got worse.
She had started with a straightforward goal: find Doctor Doom and make him apologise for all the trouble he caused her. In what felt like a lifetime ago, she met Reed Richards on the streets of New York. He invited her out for coffee. They talked. Halfway through the conversation, she realised he was trying to seduce her. She let him. When they left the coffee shop, Reed turned into an alley.
“Where’re we going?”, Kitty asked.
Reed smiled
“Watch”
He opened a portal to a place where they could be alone. Reed showed why the ability to engorge any part of his body made him Mr Fantastic. It became a passionate affair; They fell in love. He said he would leave his wife for her but never did. Eventually, she challenged his wife, Susan Richards, to a fight. (see 'The Watchtower Comes to the MCU' - ed). Susan had beaten her badly, and she ended up having to worship her obviously inferior breasts before being smothered out by them.
As if getting jugged out by that bitch's second-rate inferior tits in front of her friends wasn't humiliating enough. It turned out she hadn't been with Reed Richards at all, but a fucking Skrull! That's when the nickname 'Skrullfucker' started; she knew her fellow X-Men whispered it behind her back. She saw the pitying looks, the gossip. She cried. A lot. She became obsessed with finding out why a Skrull had pretended to be Reed Richards and wrecked her life.
The Reed Richards Skrull wasn’t just any random Skrull who looked like Reed Richards; no, he’d been trained. So first stop, SHIELD. She got Raven Darkhölme, Mystique, Misti to her friends, to impersonate Maria Hill, ordering an agent to look up records on any Reed Richards Skrulls, while Kitty, intangible and invisible, read it over his shoulder. It wasn’t a big file. It turned out there was only one Reed Richards Skrull.
Now Reed Richards was never replaced by a Skrull during the war, but the Skrulls had trained one up, as a backup. After Carol Danvers had blasted the Skrulls into bits in New York, he had immediately surrendered himself to SHIELD. Because he had never replaced anybody, he was simply arrested and taken to the raft. Here's where it got weird. When Norman Osborn was running SHIELD, ten prisoners, including the Reed Richards Skrull, were transferred into Latverian custody. Shortly after this, his tracking unit went dead. No follow-up.
Doctor Fucking Doom.
Well, if Doom was responsible, Doom should pay. Fuck the fact that he was the world's most powerful supervillain, she was angry. She wanted satisfaction or at least an apology, and she was intangible. The Skrull might have vanished off the face of the earth (which indeed he had - ed), but everybody knew where Victor Von Doom lived.
She asked Logan if she could borrow the Blackbird. Didn't say why. Then she got Misti to fly her, cloaked of course, to Latveria. When they landed, she told her to keep the engine running; she'd be back in a bit. Mystique offered to be her wingman, but Kitty said she’d be okay. She was intangible after all.
She was unsure about what to do. Maybe mess up his electrics. Maybe scare him. But she was going to make him regret what he had done to her. Getting to him was no problem for someone who could walk through walls until she hit a brick wall. Not so much a brick wall as a peanut. When she entered Von Doom's throne room. He was sitting on his throne overlooking the rest of the room, typing something on a hologram-projected keyboard. Lost in thought. She figured she’d become tangible right in front of his face, dressed in her blue and yellow X-Men costume. That should give him the fright of his life. As she approached Doom, she thought she saw him glance at her; impossible, she was invisible. She moved closer. Then, he picked up a peanut from a bowl and flicked it at her. It bounced off her body.
"Hello, little girl..." he said.
What the fuck??
"...Foolish girl, do you not think that anything Tony Stark can invent, I cannot invent better?"
Well, not invent. Doom had always kept an eye on Tony Stark. He had arranged for Kitty Pryde to be seduced by the (now sadly deceased) Skrull who resembled Reed Richards, in an attempt to break up Reed and Sue's marriage; he had not expected Kitty Pryde to challenge Susan Richards to a catfight. Of course, he watched to see how his plan was progressing, but while observing the fight, he learnt of the Watchtower device, which removes all superpowers, and had immediately instructed his spies to steal the plans.
He continued.
“This Watchtower device strips you of all your powers. The only aspects unaffected are my supreme intellect and my technology. So, you are powerless, and I remain as formidable as ever. Now, what will I do with you, little girl?”
Nothing good, Kitty thought. Now she was trapped. She was fucked. Then she heard the girl's voice.
Kitty turned to see who spoke. It was a young girl the same age as herself. She was wearing a sleeveless blue blouse, tied off at the navel, with the number "4" on it and a blue mini-skirt. Bare legs. Blonde hair done up in a ponytail. A fucking Barbie doll! A Fantastic Four Barbie doll! Who the fuck was she?
"I wanna fuck her up like my Mom did!"
"Valeria, we discussed this".
"You said when I'm old enough...", she pouted.
"...Uncle Vitya. I'm nineteen, I'm not a child anymore, and I chose her" she pointed at Kitty. She always used the Slavic diminutive form of Victor. He didn't mind; he took it as a show of affection. Which it was.
"You were gonna kill her anyway".
“True”, Doom admitted.
"Then let me have my fun with her". Valeria put on a pleading pouty face.
"I'll let her have her freedom if she beats me, please, pleeeeease!"
"Valeria, what happens when she loses?" Doom asked.
"Humm", Valeria pondered.
Yep, that's Valeria Richards, Sue Richards's daughter. Valeria had been staying with Victor, or Uncle Vitya, as she called him. The security system had picked Kitty up as soon as the Watchtower device removed her powers, and she solidified. She had recognised her immediately and raced down to the throne room to confront her. That was the slut who had tried to break up Mom and Dad's marriage. And what's more, the idea of someone her age going for someone as old as Dad was, quite frankly, creepy. What kind of sad fuck does that? The whole thing put the idea of her Mom and Dad having sex!! Yuck! Intellectually, she knew they must have done it at least twice, but she really didn't want to think about it. But she was thinking about it now; she couldn't get it out of her head. It was all that bitch’s fault. Valeria detested that little shit.
She was going to show Vitya that she was not just a big brain, she could fight, and she would make her mom proud. She had seen what her mom had done to the little turd. Victor kept the file showing Mom's fight with Kitty Top Secret, but to a genius teenager, top secret is like a red flag to a bull! She had seen what her mom had done. She had wanted to prove that she could fight, that she wasn't just a swot. This was her chance. Beating the shit out of that big-titted freak would be a pleasure.
Victor Von Doom considered his options. He could stop this now, but he could tell how badly Valeria wanted this, and he could not refuse his daughter. Yes, his daughter, not Reed Richard's. He had brought her into the world; Reed Richards had just provided some sperm. She was in her teenage years now, exploring her physicality. You could tell by the way she wore no bra under the shirt that covered her modest but perky breasts. This would be her first fight, and this would be her first opponent. She had chosen wisely. Her opponent was the same age, size as her, despite the bigger breasts. It would be an equal match. And she was fighting for family honour. There was no higher reason. Victor approved.
Kitty piped in, raising her hand.
"Excuse me. So, if I beat the shit out of her and reduce her to a snivelling wreck, I get to go free, right?".
Kitty smiled. This was a good way of getting out of a tricky situation, AND the idea of beating seven shades of shit out of Sue Richards's daughter meant the day was about to get a whole lot better! She could still remember the salty taste of Sue's tits, which she had to lick before they suffocated her.
"And if I reduce YOU to a snivelling wreck, just like my Mom did, well, what shall we do with a little Skrullfucker?..." An idea popped into Valeria’s head.
"...the negative zone?" Valeria turned to Victor. He nodded. She grinned, turning to Kitty.
"Sure hope you like fucking insects. I hear Annihilus is huge and it's spiky!"
"I'm gonna fuck you like Wanda did your Mom". Kitty countered. She saw Barbie wince at the memory. Good. She didn't like this loud-mouthed Barbie doll. Period. But adding in the fact that she crawled out of Sue Richards's twat, she utterly loathed her. Beating the shit out of her would be a pleasure.
Doom contemplated his decision; he could see how much these two hated each other. He had done this before, allowing rival girls from the village to settle their differences. He owed Valeria nothing less. He could see how much she wanted it. His decision was made. Doom activated the privacy shield. There would be no interruptions. It would be between the two of them. Doom spoke.
"I will allow you two to fight it out. I will not interfere until there is a winner..."
"Me", said Valeria.
"Me", thought Kitty.
"...you have my word as a Von Doom..."
Immediately, Valeria started preparing herself for combat, removing her shoes, so she could move bare-legged and barefoot. Seeing the advantage that it would give her opponent in movement, Kitty removed her boots as well as her leggings. Never taking their eyes off each other. They hissed insults at each other.
"Cow-titted freak!"
"Pimple-titted Barbie!"
Valeria started lightly bouncing on her feet, her head moving from side to side, limbering up. She hadn't gone into this unprepared. She knew there would be pain; she was ready for it. She had studied her mother's fights and many others besides. She had reprogrammed H.E.R.B.I.E. for combat practice. The bitch would probably fight dirty, but she would fight dirtier. I'll beat her up so badly they'll have to send her back to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in a body bag. All tied up with a pretty ribbon and a little card.
Here's what's left of the slut formerly known as Kitty Pryde.
love,
Valeria Meghan Richards xxxxx
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She had the ribbon and the card already picked out. She smiled at Doom.
Kitty turned side to side while stretching out her arms, preparing herself for the violence to come, mirroring her blonde opponent. Her mother had beaten her, okay, but she had proved she had the better rack and looking at pimple-tits over there, it was no contest there. No danger of her getting jugged out again. Heh! But the bitch was smart and would probably fight dirty. Well, she would fight dirtier. The thought of Sue Richards's face after opening a body bag with what was left of her daughter after she had finished with her.
You can have what's left of your daughter, now I've finished with her.
Thinking of you,
Katherine Anne Pryde xxxxx
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Now what colour for the ribbon? The thought made her smile.
"I'm ready, Vitya". Valeria broke the silence.
Without waiting to ask Kitty, he spoke.
"Begin!"
Both girls smiled as they strode determinedly towards each other, confident of victory. Arms and hands raised like boxers. Their heads peered out from between their hands as their heads bobbed from side to side.
Valeria's fist shot straight out, Kitty parried it with her left, and her right landed squarely on the blonde girl’s eye; it darkened and swelled on impact. The busty battler got her fists straight up, protecting herself from the expected retaliation. She parried a left jab and a straight right. Heh, she was gonna cream the bitch.
Kitty's next jab sailed over a smirking Valeria's ducking head. Her turn. She stood and fired a left hook and a right hook to the chin. Kitty's face was pounded from side to side as spit sprayed from her face.
Kitty staggered back. Shit that hurt. Valeria looked pleased with herself as she crowded forward.
"Hey bitch, I hope Annihilus's dong isn't too spiny". Valeria smirked, "That's gotta hurt..."
"...almost as much as this!"
She said as her right hook smashed into Kitty's chin. She swung a one-two combo into Kitty's body, with an upper cut to the tits. Kitty cupped her clubbed breast. She growled, muttering something about a skinny slut. She bent, charging into Valeria's belly, like a harpoon, slamming her body back into the wall.
Kitty's hand went up, clawing at Val's face, banging it into the wall. Valeria brought her pointed elbows down on Kitty's back until Kitty's uppercut slammed into her crotch. White hot pain shot through Valeria's body. Fighting through the pain, unable to reach Kitty's crotch to retaliate for the pussy punch. Valeria settled for the next best thing, uppercutting Kitty's juicy breast, driving it into her ribs. Valeria had known there would be pain. She had seen Kitty fight her Mom. But she wanted to prove herself, to her Mom, to her Dad, to Victor. She ground her fist in, mangling the tit with sadistic relish.
Kitty groaned from the pain but continued smashing the blonde's head against the wall. She did not know if Doom would keep his word if she beat this skinny skank, but she sure as shit knew he would keep his word if she lost. She was not spending the rest of her life getting butt fucked by Annihilus's spiky prick. She prepared for another shot at her foe's crotch.
Fuck!
Her other breast exploded in agony as the blonde's raised knee buried itself in her breast. Her planned pussy punch was forgotten. Eager to follow up, ignoring the pain screaming from her crotch, Valeria's hands reached for Kitty's costume behind her back, tearing it open and pulling it over her head, blinding her. Her uppercut crunched into Kitty's face. When she started swinging her foe by the split-open costume. Kitty's hanging breasts swung free.
Looking to take advantage of her dizzy opponent's blindness, Valeria raised her fist, ready to strike. She never did it. Kitty's fist struck her full in the face, her nose exploding in blood. Kitty blessed Logan for showing her how to fight when blinded. Screaming in pain, Valeria let go of the costume, leaving Kitty to spin chaotically to the floor. Before Valeria could move in with a kick, Kitty had divested herself of the costume, leaving her only in her trunks.
Her vision restored, she looked up to see the blonde above her. Kitty launched an uppercut to Valeria's head, rocking her back. Kitty dived for her, they grappled, fingers interlocked, both trying to twist the other's arm in a test of strength.
Their hands were raised above their heads at a midnight position. Kitty pushed forward with her body, and Valeria stepped back. Valeria pushed forward, and Kitty stepped back. Doom could see the muscles on both girls' arms clearly defined, with the muscles on Kitty's bare back standing out like steel cords. All that could be heard was the grunts coming from both girls like a perverse duet.
Kitty started moving her arms down to nine o'clock, three o'clock. Valeria was trying to resist, but she couldn't stop the movement. They were standing breast to breast, Kitty's larger naked rack engulfing Valeria's modest pair. Valeria rested her head on Kitty's shoulder as she emitted a whining moan, as Kitty tried to twist her arms.
Six O'clock. Kitty was holding Valeria's arms down behind her back. Valeria tried to bend Kitty's wrists back, her whines increasing in volume; she wasn’t stopping Kitty, whose grin was growing wider.
Until Valeria bit down on Kitty's shoulder. She screamed. Doom saw the droplets of blood forming around Valeria's teeth and wondered if Valeria would finish the fight by going for the neck, those pulsing arteries of blood. Valeria seemed to read his thoughts. She released her bite and was about to move to her next target, seeing her chance, Kitty pulled Valeria's head back by the hair; her ponytail had long since gone. The blonde's neck was whipped at an impossible angle, her teeth snapped on nothing. She screamed in frustration.
"Bitch!"
Kitty muttered as she touched her bloody shoulder. She looked at her hands, now covered in blood.
"BITCH!"
She screamed, ramming her knee into the blonde's guts. Gasping in pain, Valeria doubled over. Charging, Kitty grabbed Valeria by the hair, woman handling her around the room. Launching up knees into her torso, making her squeal. Doom hoped his girl could pull it back.
She did.
The next time Kitty raised a knee, Valeria grabbed it. Reaching behind the knee and lifting it. Furiously, Kitty started hopping, trying to keep her balance. Laughing, Valeria spun her around. As Kitty hopped helplessly in circles, Valeria's fists were lighting up Kitty's face, while Kitty punched at Valeria's body.
Tired of this sport, Valeria heaved the trapped leg, sending Kitty tumbling to the floor on her back.
Snarling, Valeria stomped down on Kitty's left tit; the tit splooshed, mushrooming out as Valeria dug her heel in. Kitty screeched in agony. Valeria smiled, then with the other foot crushed the other tit. Kitty's screeches grew louder. Valeria took a step back and kicked across both of Kitty's tits like she was kicking a football. The tits flew to the side. Kitty's screeches turned to wails. Valeria just laughed.
"Sore tits, bitch?"
Kitty turned her head, opened her mouth, and bit into Valeria's leg. She wailed. Kitty grabbed her other foot, and the blonde unceremoniously landed on her backside with a thud. Kitty scrambled to get on top of the blonde. Looking down at her, she raised her fists and brought them down on Valeria's breasts. As they squelched flat, Valeria screamed.
Kitty brought her fists down again, like she was trying to hammer in a nail. Valeria's hands tried to shield her tenderised breasts. She failed. Kitty snarled in glee.
"Gonna pound those pimples flat!"
Kitty raised her hands for a third strike as Valeria's legs clamped around her waist and squeezed. Kitty moaned. She reached out with her hands, clawing for Valeria's face, until Valeria's roundhouse blow sent her head spinning.
Changing tack, Kitty put her hands down, pushing at the floor, and started to rise. Valeria tried to stop her, pulsing her scissors. Kitty groaned in pain, but she would not give up. She glared at Valeria.
"Fuck you", she groaned. Valeria, hanging upside down on her shoulders, flipped her the middle finger in defiance. She squeezed again, Kitty moaned, but now she was on her feet, with Valeria hanging down with her legs around the busty brunette's waist. Kitty bounced on her feet. Valeria's head hit the floor. She squeezed again in retaliation as Kitty bounced again, bashing Valeria's head.
"Fuck you", she groaned again as she gripped Valeria's legs. She had a plan.
"Shit!"
Valeria realised the plan, the bitch was going to try, and pile drive her into the floor. She thrashed her legs, breaking Kitty's grip. As Valeria fell to the floor, she kicked with both legs into Kitty's stomach. Kitty gasped and staggered back. Her legs tangled, she lost her balance and fell on her back to the floor.
They both lay on the floor, propped up on their elbows, glaring at each other. They were breathing heavily, both sweat-covered pairs of breasts rising and falling as they both prepared themselves for the next round of this brutal combat.
"Slut!". Valeria called out between breaths.
"You're not half the woman your mother was". Kitty panted, just as exhausted as Valeria.
"Woman enough to finish you off", Valeria answered back.
They slowly rose, prepared for the next round of this brutal fight. Blood mingled with their sweat, which they were both freely shedding. They didn't care. This was far from over, and it wouldn't stop until one of them was standing over the other's defeated body.
Kitty punched Valeria's face. She staggered back. Then reset and moved in, socking Kitty in the mouth.
Kitty staggered back. Then moved forward, about to swing another blow when Valeria's hands shot out for her tits and squeezed, her fingers gouging canyons into the orbs. Kitty screamed, then started sobbing. Valeria pulled her up by the breasts. Pathetically, Kitty pawed at Valeria's hands seeking relief from the tit torture. There was none. Valeria looked into Kitty's tear-filled eyes. Blowing the stuck-on sweaty hair away from Kitty’s eyes. She spat into her face.
"Homewrecking little shit!", Valeria growled. "I'll teach you to fuck with my family!"
A wet smack. Kitty's desperate attempt at a kick to the crotch only hit Valeria's thigh.
Valeria's blood-stained face grinned,
"I was expecting that”.
In despair, Kitty's hands fell away as Valeria doubled down on her tit torture.
Kitty's wrists smashed together with Valeria's head in the middle. She screamed. Kitty smiled.
"Bitch!" Valeria screamed.
Without hesitating, Kitty pulled Valeria's hair, forcing the blonde's face into the top of her head. Valeria's face erupted in a spray of blood; she staggered back. Vowing vengeance, Valeria's kick sent Kitty spinning, staggering like a drunk, falling on her back.
Holding her ears, Valeria limped over to the prone Kitty.
"Bitch!" She repeated, this time stomping Kitty's belly. Wailing, she clutched at her stomach, rolling onto her front to protect her stomach.
Valeria watched.
"Perfect!" She gasped.
She turned to Doom.
"Vitya...I...got...this...watch..."
With a yell, Valeria leapt onto Kitty, straddling her back. Then she removed her torn shirt and wrapped it around Kitty's neck and pulled.
"Grrrkk!"
Kitty's eyes bulged out, her face turning purple as she gasped for air. Good girl, Doom thought. She did not let her modesty get in the way of defeating her opponent. He did not know whether his daughter would incapacitate her foe or kill her. She would learn from both outcomes. He would not interfere. It was not his place. It was her lesson to learn. This was a savage side of his daughter he had never seen before, and he liked it.
Ktty's flailing hands found Valeria's sodden mop of hair. She yanked. Valeria grunted but tightened her stranglehold. Kitty tried punching the side of her face with one hand and yanking with the other. It hurt, but not enough for Valeria to release her deathgrip. Kitty raked her fingers across Valeria's eyes, and she screamed. Instead of her hair, Kitty yanked on Valeria's tit, elongating it. Valeria whined this time, loosening her strangle. Gouging the tender flesh, stretching it to its limit, Kitty managed to pull the blonde off her.
As Valeria rolled, Kitty grabbed at her skirt, trying to pull her back. Until a kick to her face sent her flying in the other direction, ripping the skirt, but leaving a red memento on her face. Lying on her back, Kitty scrambled to get up, throwing off the garrotte. She rose to see the blonde smugly kicking off the remains of her skirt, leaving her in just her panties. Her sweaty body glistened in the light.
"C-c-come and g-g-g-get it", she gestured at Kitty. Getting the words out between breaths.
"Oh, y-y-you're g-g-go-gonna get it", Kitty snarled, finding breathing just as hard.
Spinning her body in a sweeping motion, Valeria sent her right foot into Kitty's belly. Groaning, Kitty doubled over.
Croaking with delight, Valeria staggered closer and drove up her left knee. Hitting Kitty's head, sending her body reeling out of control. Stumbling and groggy, she still stayed in a crouch with her arms covering her face.
Again, Valeria kicked. Passing between the other girl's guard, the foot made its contact with her already throbbing breast with a wet smacking sound, making the ample breasts shake. Crying with agony, Kitty stumbled back a couple of steps and crumpled to her knees.
Following her opponent, Valeria was so confident of victory that she became reckless. Despite the pain she was suffering, desperation and a determination not to end up in the negative zone gave Kitty the will she needed to strike back. She thrust her left hand upwards, open in an unthinking attempt to grab Valeria by the face. Instead, the base of her cupped palm caught Valeria beneath the chin. The effect was startling. Back snapped her head, her eyes glassy as she staggered back on legs close to buckling under her weight. Barely managing to stay on her feet.
For a few seconds, the girls remained where they were!
Still kneeling, Kitty was moaning softly in pain while a similar sound was leaving Valeria as she braced herself on spread apart feet!
Doom watched and wondered how much longer the pair could last. The bloody sweat sweat-covered bodies swayed with exhaustion. The only thing keeping them going is willpower. Who would win out: Valeria's determination to prove herself or Kitty's determination not to wind up in the negative zone?
It was Valeria who moved first!
Stepping on unsteady legs spread to keep her upright, Valeria began to approach the crouching brunette. Knowing only a blind desire to survive and avoid her punishment, with fear and desperation, Kitty launched herself, diving forward before Valeria’s hands could reach her, ramming her shoulder into her belly. Breath whooshed from the dishevelled and tormented blonde as she was driven backwards. They both crashed to the floor.
Kitty was on top, and she made the most of it. Stradling the body of Valeria, she sank her fingers into the tangled and sweat-soaked hair. Valeria writhed and struggled and bucked with urgent desperation. But she couldn't escape or fight off what she knew was coming; it was what she would do. Even as her hands were grabbing again at the bosom of the brunette, her head was raised and slammed back onto the floor.
Thud!
As her senses reeled, Valeria desperately pulled hard at the nipples of her foe, stretching them out. Kitty hissed, but she would not let the pain deter her from the grim task; she knew what the stakes were. Up and down jerked Valeria’s head, with another solid impact against the hard floor.
Thud!
The blonde went limp and did not feel the third bang delivered by the triumphant brunette.
"You have won!" Doom proclaimed, albeit grudgingly.
"I will keep my word. Leave and do not return. I am sorry for the nickname, which was not my intent. BUT I will not be as merciful next time".
Relieved beyond words, the busty brunette limped for the door. She knew she was almost naked and covered in bruises. But once out of the room. She could turn on her invisibility and get back to the Blackbird, where Misti was waiting for her. Even though she was victorious, she could not wait to regain her powers and never return.
Kitty crept onto the waiting Blackbird before she made her presence known to Misti. When she made herself tangible in front of Misti, revealing her half-naked body, bruises, blood and the bite, Misti's mouth dropped open.
"What the fuck happened to you?" She asked.
"I was in a fight".
Misti stared at all the bruises and finger marks covering Kitty's breasts.
"It was another catfight by the look of it. Who was it this time?"
"Valeria Richards..."
"...I won". She smiled forlornly. It hurt, but she did get that apology from Doom.
"Fuck me! You really have a problem with the Richards family, don't cha?..."
"...I hope next time it won't be Alicia Masters...".
"No". Kitty shook her head vigorously.
"...'Cos you really don't wanna upset her boyfriend".
Then she smiled.
"You can tell me all the juicy details on the way back".
And Kitty did. She had to repeat the details to Hank McCoy, who was very interested in the details, more than Misti, when he applied his healing factors. She swore him to secrecy; he said nobody would believe him anyway.
Meanwhile, back in Latveria, Victor put Valeria through a Medi scanner, healing all her wounds and injuries. Thanks to Doom, Latverian healthcare was the best in the world. Funnily enough, it was a service he had not offered to Kitty. Valeria awoke after the scanner had healed all her injuries, marks, and bruises. There were tears in her eyes.
"Vitya...I lost", she said sadly.
"You fought bravely!..." Doom proclaimed proudly. She was definitely his daughter.
"...she was lucky..."
"...Sometimes in a fight you can be the bravest, smartest, strongest, and still, annoying dolts will beat you. It is a valuable lesson to learn".
He spoke bitterly from experience, but he did not name those dolts to Valeria; one of those dolts was her mother after all.
"But Vitya, I wanted you to be so proud of me".
He put his hands on her shoulder.
"The way you fought today, I am".
He continued, ruffling her hair. For a metallic hand, the action was surprisingly soft. But then, Vitya had always been soft with her; he was the cool uncle.
"Y'know, you made a mistake telling the X-slut about the negative zone before the fight started. The threat of 'getting butt-fucked by Anilihus' made her desperate in a way that you may have found hard to defeat".
He continued.
"I would have promised to let her go if she won. And just pushed her through a portal to the negative zone. You see, in my view, the point of the fight was to soften her up for her trip to get 'butt-fucked by Annihilus'...".
He used air quotes. Valeria thought that was cute; you could see the laughter in his eyes. Valeria mused, not enough people saw how he laughed with his eyes.
"...After the fight, win or lose, she would have been too exhausted to resist whatever you had planned for her".
"Isn't that dishonest?" Valeria asked.
"No, strategic thinking. A fight is just chess with muscles..."
" ...and let's face it. You have the brain power to be an awesome fighter. If you are willing, I'll teach you. Next time you visit, we'll continue your training. There are girls in the village you can practise with..."
" ...one day you could take on Natasha Romanova herself”.
"You think?"
"I know", he firmly spoke.
“But let's not mention this incident to your mother and...father".
Of course, Valeria was horrified at the thought of having to explain this to her parents. One, because she knew they would disapprove and two, because she had lost. She knew Franklin could read her, but he wouldn't snitch on her; his silence would be bought with her memories of Kitty's tits. He might wield vast psionic powers, but he was still a horny young man, and she had enough dirt on him to guarantee his silence.
"It's our little secret". She smiled sweetly at him.
"Thanks, Vitya". She smiled. Best uncle ever.
