The Avengers
The Death-Trap of Doctor Doom!
"Good evening America. Tonight's special report is over a group of unique individuals who have recently banded together."
"I'm speaking of course of the Avengers. Composed of Lady Thor, Iron Man, the Hulk, Ant-Man, and the Wasp, these five have already made headlines across the globe. The question is, however, why? Some heroes, such as the Fantastic Four, have given their blessing to this eccentric assortment, while others have remained silent. "
"Backed by millionaire Tony Stark, the munitions magnate has even allowed the team to move into his New York City mansion. But what do we really know of this group? The Hulk, pardoned of all crimes by the president, has never given any kind of statement. Representatives of the United States Army have until recently denied the very existence of the Hulk."
"Lady Thor, seen here battling so-called god Loki in our nation's capital, has spoken at length about her role as a hero, but religious leaders have called her to task for her claims of divinity."
"Iron Man, issuing the following statement, has sworn that the Avengers will be a peace keeping force to protect the common man, but what of Iron Man's protection of Stark Industries? Will this lead to a conflict of interest?"
"And what of the two most mysterious members, Ant-Man and the Wasp? Reports from Center City have them portrayed as stalwart defenders of the city, but what is their background?"
The television report was playing on most sets. In the heart of New York City, a crowd was assembled outside a store, watching the newsman relate the Avengers' founding with increasing awe. "You think the Hulk can be trusted? I heard she destroyed a bunch of towns out west!"
"Aw Lady Thor can handle her, no sweat!" A ball cap sporting youth dismissed his older companion.
"You mean Iron Man can handle it. Tony Stark's no dummy!"
Elsewhere, similar conversations were happening. Inside the famed Baxter Building, the Fantastic Four had finished watching a similar news report. "So, it looks like we have some competition." Reed Richards, the self-styled Mr. Fantastic, switched off the television set.
"Great. More super heroes mean we can focus on actual science rather than arrests." Sue Storm entered the lab, her arms filled with reports and letters.
"Nuts, busting crooks was the only exercise I get!" Ben Grimm, better known as the Thing, grunted. Supporting a large device that seemingly defied several laws of conservation on his back; he scowled when the last member of the team flew in through an open window.
The Human Torch doused his flame before he set down. "Did you get the parts Johnny?" Reed extended his hand across the room. Johnny Storm slipped a small fireproof box from his belt and handed it over.
The fire controlling youth shook his head. "Man, it is crazy out there. All everybody wants to talk about are those Avengers! I was thinking of putting in an application myself."
"Yeah, that'll be the day!" Ben placed the contraption down near Reed. "Why, I remember when I fought the Hulk. That dame can pack a mean punch, but there's no way she's strong enough to help that team!"
"I wouldn't let her hear you say that old blue eyes." Johnny snapped his fingers, sending a small fireball to bounce harmlessly off Ben's broad orange backside. "The way I remember it she knocked you around like an orange yo-yo."
"Why you little firebug!" The pair quickly broke down into an argument as Reed found himself forced to act as referee.
High above Midtown, swinging from a specially devised line, was the amazing Spider-Man. Landing on a ledge he fished change out of his costume and dropped it on a newsstand counter. Webbing a paper, he scanned the headlines with care. "Avengers? Wow, maybe I was too hasty trying to join the Fantastic Four. I wonder if they're hiring?"
In the heart of Westchester County, there was a special school. The front of the building bore the sign 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters', but inside was a different scene. Deep within the bowels of the building was perhaps the strangest group of all.
Known as the X-Men, the five teenagers assembled before their leader. Professor Charles Xavier, otherwise known as Professor X, stared at the newscast as the black and yellow uniformed teens awaited his orders. After a minute of silence, Cyclops stepped forward. "Sir, this team…"
"I know Scott." Professor X wheeled himself away from the set. "I know you and Henry had dealings with the Hulk before, but what puzzles me is the Hulk's status. Cebero is unable to tell me if the Hulk is a mutant or not."
"So I take it we won't be getting a new team member?" Iceman, the youngest of the team, raised his hand.
"No, not yet, but the fact that the public is accepting of her is encouraging. Perhaps this could be the turning point in human/mutant relations."
The Angel flexed his wings. "They have power, but could we defeat them if we had to?"
Marvel Girl shook her head. "Warren, that's a pretty crummy thing to say!"
Their bickering halted when Professor X issued a mental command. "I understand your concerns, all of you, but we can't allow petty bickering to affect us. We still have to protect humans and mutants. I only hope the Avengers will be allies to our cause."
Nestled within the Bowery was a small street where the bohemian mingled with the destitute. Unknown to the world at large, which he preferred, was the residence of Dr. Stephan Strange. Formerly a world class surgeon, he had taken on another mantle: Sorcerer Supreme.
"Master, what do you think of these new heroes?" Wong had been serving the new Sorcerer Supreme for months, but despite Stephan's pleading he would only call him master.
"I'm not totally sure Wong. There seem to be more heroes appearing every month, but the threats seem to be getting worse as well. These Avengers could prove useful in the future."
Inside the stately home of Tony Stark, located at 890 Fifth Avenue, the first formal meeting of the Avengers was underway.
All five members sat at a large round table. Iron Man assured them Tony Stark would pick up the tab for anything, but the meeting broke down into squabbling after nearly a minute. The Hulk and Lady Thor, in particular, were not pleased to be sitting so close.
"Zounds, are those ratted garments thy only raiment?" The goddess of thunder arched her eyebrow at the Hulk's torn jumpsuit, straining against her muscles.
"Look Goldilocks, the way I see it you only need clothes for protection and modesty." She jerked a thumb against her chest. "I don't need any protection," she flexed her arm for emphasis, "and I have nothing to be modest about!"
"Thy prattle offends mine ears!"
Iron Man put himself between the two. "Look, settle down both of you! I understand this team thing is new to all of us, but unless we get some kind of order here we're not going to make it!"
"I agree." The Wasp joined in. "Since Ant-Man and I have the most experience working as a team, perhaps we should lead?"
"Ok, or maybe we could cycle through. More democratic if you like." Iron Man sat down, hoping the rest would follow suit.
"So Washington gave us the ok, so what?" The Hulk scowled. "I've been working for Uncle Sam, and let me tell you, it's no picnic."
"Aye, I have questions as well. Loki was able to deceive me. What if that infernal trickster succeeds again?"
Iron Man held up his hand. Inwardly he wished he could rub his forehead, but his golden helmet prevented that. "And those are valid points all, but we need to focus. What is our mission statement? Are we just going to respond to emergencies, are we going to patrol neighborhoods? Take down organized crime?"
"Why not all of the above?" Ant-Man suddenly spoke. The room fell silent as he stood up. "I understand your problems, but look at this world. The Fantastic Four are scientists, Spider-Man is, well, I'm not sure what he is, and the mutants? I don't even know where to begin."
"I think we need to do it all. Large and small; Iron Man, we need to be there during emergencies to help the people, but we also need to aid the police. We can do things they can't. We have the power, so it's up to us to use it responsibly."
"I agree." Lady Thor slapped the table. "Let no mortal fear whilst we tread the land!"
"Excuse me sir, but a Major Bowman to see you." Edwin Jarvis entered the room. Tony Stark's butler had been part of the deal, something the other members had trouble adjusting to.
"Eh? Oh, send him in please." Iron Man moved away from the table as the major stepped into the room.
Bowman was dressed in the standard US Army dress. The Hulk cynically eyed him. He was tall, handsome in a rugged way, but there was something off about his manner. "The Avengers eh?" His voice was pure Midwestern.
"What can we do for you major?" Iron Man spoke first.
"I'm working with the National Security Council, and what I'm about to say doesn't leave this room." He shot a sideways glance at Jarvis. The older man bowed his head and left.
"Are any of you familiar with Doctor Doom?" Bowman removed a small box containing a series of slides from his briefcase.
"Somewhat." Ant-Man offered. "The Wasp and I had an encounter with that lunatic in the Micro-world. We were lucky to escape, but I thought he was trapped at microscopic size?"
"He might well be, but let me bring the rest of you up to speed." Bowman wheeled in a slide projector and dimmed the lights. Loading the first slide, the team saw a grainy picture of a hooded man in armor.
"This is Victor Von Doom." Bowman moved from the front of the room. "What we have is very little. We know next to nothing of his youth, but we do know he studied at an American school. Expelled, he seemed to vanish off the face of the Earth until he reappeared a few years ago sporting that armor."
"He rules the nation of Latveria absolutely. Besides his scientific accomplishments, it is believed he is a practitioner of magic as well."
"Magic? Really?" Ant-Man asked skeptically, but a glance from Lady Thor silenced him.
Bowman continued. "Some months ago, he attacked the Fantastic Four with a custom made airship. Richards and his party managed to defeat Doom and capture the airship, which brings me to my point." He changed the ship to show a massive ship, shaped like a dirigible. "The ship has resisted all attempts at entry. At 0600 this morning, the airship became active. All attempts to enter or capture the craft have met with failure. The ship's defensives have been activated and are being used against anyone near it. It is still stationary on our base in the Pines, but we're not sure how long this condition will stay."
"So you need us to recapture the ship and bring it back in one piece, right?" Iron Man secretly radioed a message to Jarvis. "Ready the car and inform the airfield."
"Correct. I have a transport ready to take you to-" Bowman was silenced when Iron Man stood up.
"Thanks, but not necessary. Tony Stark has given me the use of his private airfield. We'll be at the base within half an hour." Bowman was silent as the group quickly moved. Packing up his slides, he smiled.
Thanks to the use of Stark Industries latest jet, the team landed near the airfield ahead of time. Bowman exited the craft and waved off the guards as the Avengers stepped outside. Doom's airship was hovering over the main building. "It hasn't moved an inch since I left. Can your team get inside it?"
"We'll try!" The airship shook and started to move. "Avengers, assemble!"
Bowman stepped back as Iron Man's jets rocketed him towards the ship. The Hulk simply jumped, while Lady Thor swung her hammer. Before the Asgardian took off, Bowman leapt upon her back. "This is a military affair, I have to accompany you!" The thunder goddess looked annoyed, but she didn't counter him.
Iron Man opened the hull doors with ease thanks to his repulsor rays. Standing in the hanger, he waited with crossed arms as the rest of the team and Bowman entered. "I wished you stayed on the ground major."
"Nothing doing. This ship and everything inside belongs to Uncle Sam and I aim to keep it that way."
"Suit yourself." Iron Man and the rest of the team mulled around the hanger. "Ok, if we're going to bring this tub down, I think we need to split up."
"But shouldn't we stick together? Doom may have left booby traps." Ant-Man protested.
"Good point." Hulk grunted. "Why don't the strongest of us go ahead? The weaker ones can wait here."
"Thy tongue offends me, but I see the merit. Bowman, thou art brave but a mortal. You should stand your ground here. Perhaps Ant-Man or the Wasp could provide company?" Lady Thor flew off down a corridor before anyone could object.
"She's got a point. Mr. Stark briefed me on what to expect, the Hulk can handle just about anything-" Iron Man was interrupted by both the Wasp and Ant-Man.
"Look, I know my way around a set of transistors too you know!" Ant-Man fumed.
"Yes, and I'm not some meek domestic. The major is a fully trained specialist. I think he can stand by himself for a little bit."
"Ok, ok, it seems there is some dissension in the ranks." Bowman stepped between them. "I appreciate the gesture, really, but the Wasp has a point. I can watch myself just fine."
Iron Man's face was unreadable behind his golden helmet, but the Pyms got the sense he narrowing his eyes at them. "Alright, have it your way. I'm going to check out the engines. How about you two see if you can find the bridge?"
"Excellent. I'll stay in the hold in case you need me." Bowman saluted and walked off.
The corridor in front of the Hulk was making her uneasy. With every step, the lights came on, while every time her foot left a floor panel the lights behind her would turn off. "Like someone is herding me." She turned a corner into a dead end. "The major might be mad if I knocked this wall down…" She turned back to retrace her steps when a panel on the side wall suddenly opened. "Another room?"
She carefully peered inside. The floor tiles under her feet lurched, sending her forward into the room. With a savage snarl, she was on her feet, but the door slammed shut. A mocking laughter filtered in through a hidden speaker. "So, the infamous Hulk has fallen into my trap, eh?"
"Alright Doom, you got me. When I get out of here buddy, I'm going to peel that suit of yours apart like a banana!"
"I have no doubt, but the key word is when, and I believe that would be rather hard in your state." The floor began to move and shift. The walls followed suit, only they were spinning in the opposite direction. High powered blasts of air pushed her off her feet.
"What's going on?" The Hulk shut her eyes as the walls flashing rapidly in front of her hit her with intense vertigo.
"A similar device is employed by your space agency to see how humans withstand g-forces, except my version won't stop. " Doom signed off as the Hulk tried desperately to find a hand hold somewhere.
Lady Thor had landed in a large open room. "Odd, no place for a crew. Where do they supp? If robots were used, as Iron Man suggested on the plane, why have a room this size at all?" Unseen by her, a series of small hatches opened. A loud speaker blaring focused her attention away. "What trickery is this?"
"Ah, an actual deity graces my ship." Doom's sarcasm was dripping even through the speaker. "You cannot imagine my surprise."
"Show thy self coward!" She glanced around, unaware of the danger behind her.
"You'll find that Doom is many things my dear, but a coward? Never," nozzles emerged from the hatches and trained themselves on the thunder goddess's back, "but I do take advantage of all opportunities before me."
Before she could question such a statement, the nozzles fired. The projectiles were small black balls, glowing with a strange energy. Thousands of them struck and swarmed over her. "What the in all the hells?" She tried to swat them off, but found them sticking and merging, weighing her down.
"A little invention of mine. Don't bother trying to free yourself, as the material inside those globes is pure anti-matter. One good blow and you'll send yourself to Valhalla." Doom's mocking tone was drowned out as the orbs swarmed over her head.
Iron Man moved carefully down the hallway. "This Doom must either be a genius or a lunatic. I've never seen such technology outside of Stark Industries!" Every control panel seemed to feature a new innovation. "This crate could probably travel through time if I pushed the right buttons." Stark's admiration for Doom increased as he entered the bridge. "At last!"
The design was Spartan. Aside from a single chair and a wall of control panels, the room was utterly bare. "He can control it all from here? No crew needed." He approached the panels. "Should be simple enough to open this puppy up and shut her down. I wonder how the rest of the team is doing?"
He hadn't heard anyone on the radio, but that wasn't too shocking. "Probably has radio jammers everywhere, but I probably need to contact them after I finish."
The second his fingers touched a random button on the panels, electricity arched and surged through his armor. "What?" He gasped as internal sensors screamed in protest as power cells overloaded and popped. Staggering away, he toppled over as his servos locked up, leaving him trapped inside his armor.
"A rudimentary trap; I see Stark doesn't pick his underlings for their intelligence." Doom's voice seemed to be everywhere. "Although I will enjoy seeing how that armor of yours compares to mine once I've fully drained it of energy."
Stark ignored Doom's words as he struggled to breath. The power supply of his armor also was the only thing keeping his heart beating, and it was running out of juice. Sweating, Stark tried to rise as an ominous beeping rang in his ears. "Got to recharge my chest plate or I'm a dead man!"
The Wasp glanced around as Ant-Man stepped into the armory. "Amazing!" Hank gasped as he looked over the exotic weaponry. "Honey, you have to see this!"
Wasp followed his gaze. "Anti-gravity, DNA alteration, this is place is fantastic!"
"I'm glad you agree." Doom's voice echoed. The walls began to move in. The Wasp suddenly shrank and slipped under the door before it closed fully.
"I wouldn't worry about your partner, Ant-Man." Doom's tone remained cordial. "I've outfitted the room with a series of concussion bombs. If you shrink and try to disable them, they will explode. If your mass decreases at all, they will explode."
Ant-Man pounded at the walls in frustration, but inspiration suddenly struck him. Removing his belt, he removed the pills needed to shrink. From there he began to mix and refine the chemicals. "So, I can't decrease eh?"
The Wasp grew back to her proper height. A brief attempt to radio the others proved futile. "Blast, Doom must have captured the rest!" Retracing her steps, she rushed back to the hanger. "Major!"
Bowman was calmly cleaning his pistol. "Major, we have a situation here."
"I know."
The Wasp stopped and stared at his gun. "Wait, that's a Mauser C96!" She recognized the design. A German antique pistol was a very unusual thing for an American officer to carry.
Bowman holstered the gun and smiled. "Perhaps I overplayed my hand, but I am impressed that you managed to avoid the pitfalls that claimed your comrades." Bowman removed the insignia from his shoulder and flung it towards her. It cracked open, releasing a greenish gas. The Wasp choked and staggered back. Bowman unbuttoned his jacket and threw it aside.
Opening a secret panel, Bowman stepped back as machinery hummed. On a pedestal and stand was the mask and armor of Doctor Doom. After making sure the Wasp was properly bound (and shrunk down small enough to place inside a crystal ball), Bowman stepped over to the stand.
A realistic flesh like mask fell away, as did the outer trappings of an American major; within Bowman's place stood none other than Doctor Doom. "Now, let's see how my guests are." Issuing a command via the wall panel, the airship lurched as it finally broke away from the American base and began its journey towards Latveria at top speed.
As Hank prepared his chemical concoction, he heard a muffled cry for help. "Hello?" Moving past stacks of exotic lab equipment, he found a bound and hooded figure tied to a chair.
Quickly yanking the hood free, Hank gasped at the sight of the man's face. "Major Bowman?"
"Yes?" The major was unshaven and disheveled. "Do I know you?"
"You brought my team onto this ship." Hank untied the man. The major rubbed his raw wrists and slowly stood up.
"Impossible. I was inspecting this ship yesterday when I was gassed. I woke up here."
"Then Doom's been impersonating you the whole time!" Hank shook his head. "And I have no time to waste."
Leaving the major alone, Hank finished his experiment and downed the contents. "You might want to stand back sir."
Bowman raised his eyebrow. "Why? What can you possibly do?"
"Doom said I couldn't shrink, but he didn't say anything about my growing." Hank grimaced as his body swelled in size. Towering over the major easily, he leaned against the walls and pushed. The metal gave way and fell to the floor with a clang. "Although I guess the moniker Ant-Man isn't appropriate anymore." He shrank back down to his original size within seconds.
Bowman's eyes bugged out. "How did you do that?"
"Funny enough, a total accident. I'll tell you about it later." He removed a small box from his belt. "Come on, we've got to find everyone!"
Enlarging himself to an impressive ten feet, Hank took the point and barreled through doors blocking off the hallway. "With the radios Stark gave us, I can track everyone's movements!"
Rounding a corner, he stopped short. "Stand back!" He grunted as he gripped the metal wall with both hands. The metal gave way with a deafening shriek. The Hulk was launched out into the hall, landing with a thud.
The Hulk was both gray and green as she stood up. "You ok?"
"Give me a minute, but I'll be ok. Where's Doom?"
The sensor on Hank's belt beeped. "Possibly around, let's go!" He shrank down as the Hulk pushed ahead.
Stopping before another sealed room, the Hulk kicked the door. The metal gave way and fell with a thud. The black bubbling mass before them gave them pause. "What is that?" Bowman pointed his finger.
In response, the mass began to move and spin. The blackness was quickly intercut with brilliant flashes of light. Within seconds, the spheres vanished, leaving only Lady Thor. Panting, she hooked her hammer onto her belt as Hank and the Hulk rushed towards her.
"Among Mjolnir's many abilities, I possess the ability to rend open space and time. Doom was not aware." She wiped her brow. "Now, to battle!"
Finding Iron Man was easy. Tearing through the floor, the group found him lying on the ground as the machines around him siphoned off energy. The Hulk landed on the nearest one, destroying it. Lady Thor and Hank rushed to Iron Man's side.
The Armored Avenger weakly grasped Lady Thor's hand as she kneeled beside him. "Weak, need energy in chest plate!"
"Stand ye back! The storms themselves are mine to command!" She tapped her hammer on Iron Man's chest plate as a storm was summoned. Lightening arched through the room, avoiding everyone else. It struck the center of the golden armor.
Shaking off the effects, Iron Man rose to his feet. "Better. Not a recharge I'd want to go through with regularity, but good." He glanced around. "Where's the Wasp?"
"We're on the way now." Hank began to say as the entire ship suddenly listed to the side.
"Doom must be scuttling the ship!" Bowman began to panic. "He's trying to kill us all!"
"Well, he hasn't succeeded so far!" The Hulk punched a wall. "Come on!"
Almost in answer to her boast, in full armored splendor, was none other than Doctor Doom. "True, but then again I wanted you all here and weak before I made any kind of move." Doom drew his pistol. "Now, I assure you this pistol is more than capable of disabling all of you. Stand against the wall, please."
For a response, the Hulk balled her fists and punched Doom in the face, removing his head from his shoulders. "Hulk, no!" Hank was horrified, but his horror gave to confusion.
Before them, the body of Doom stood. Perfectly, and without a single trace of blood. Bowman approached the body, sidestepping the still pointed pistol. "A robot!"
The ship leaned dangerously to the right, forcing them to move. Iron Man stopped long enough to admire the detail on the robot. "Fascinating!"
Smashing into the main hanger, Hank pushed past all of them when he saw the small bubble holding the Wasp. "I can't find any way in!" Noticing the Wasp's weak movements, he paled. "She's running out of air!"
"One side!" The Hulk snatched the ball from his hands. Instead of crushing it, as Hank feared, the towering Avenger firmly gripped both sides and pulled. Hairline cracks formed, finally resulting in the Wasp slipping free.
Growing back to her normal size, she groggily looked around. "What happened?"
"This way!" Bowman shouted as he pressed a button. A door opened with a hiss, revealing a padded chair surrounded by equipment. "I discovered this when I first entered the ship, it's an escape pod!"
"But there's only room for one." Iron Man noted.
"Iron Man, you're hurt more than the rest of us. You take it." Bowman started, but Lady Thor shook her head.
"Nay, there has been too much battle today. It should not end with death."
"I'm just doing what Uncle Sam paid me for. I have as much right to sacrifice myself as any of you!" Bowman protested before the Hulk suddenly shoved him inside the pod and launched it.
"What are you doing?" Hank shouted as a warning klaxon began to ring. "Wasp and I could have shrunk down and ridden with him!"
"Hey, just saving the tax payers a soldier's funeral. Besides, why don't you two just shrink anyway and hitch a ride with Goldilocks?"
"The plan has merit." Lady Thor agreed as she smashed a hole open as smoke began to pour in from someplace.
Hank and the Wasp quickly shrank down to barely an inch and fastened themselves securely in Lady Thor's hair. Hank's words were lost as the group jumped free of the ship. Freefalling, they each made their way to the ground in their own way.
Iron Man possessed just enough power to activate his rockets. Lady Thor directed her hammer to the ground. The Hulk, meanwhile, simply dropped like a stone.
Later, after much catching of breath, the group looked at the flaming wreckage. They had crashed in the barren Jersey Pines. By an odd stroke of luck the debris had landed far enough away from the trees, sparing the woods from burning.
"So Doom did all this, but why?" Hank gazed at the destruction. He and the Wasp were both sitting in the back of a jeep under a blanket. A quick radio call to the base got them transportation within minutes. Iron Man had already hooked his chest plate up the vehicle's battery.
"Mayhap he was testing us." Lady Thor shook her head.
"Well, we'll be ready for him next time for sure!" Wasp moved closer. "We had some rough patches today, but we survived and nobody died. Isn't that the important thing?"
"You think the real Doom was ever there?" The Hulk looked at the burning wreckage and ignored her.
Across the ocean, nestled deep within the Bavarian mountains, was the small nation of Latveria. Doctor Doom sat on his throne, staring intently at a monitor. The footage was rough, but he was able to see the Avengers and their escape. "You'll never know monster" Doom mused. True, the loss of the ship was an aggravation, but with the data he gathered he considered it a fair loss. "Next time, Avengers, Doom will deal with you directly."
The end
Avengers Assemble!
From Eavatar
Great job, keep it coming!
And I'd like to have a new story every week, but this past December proved that was a bit harder than I thought.
From Wolvmbm
Please do keep up the good work upon such a great story as I can't wait to see what happens next in this brand new series
Sorry to trim you letter, but so things are going to be difficult for this team, but then some things are going to easier. Secret identities will play a part, I assure you.
From They Call me Bruce
Nice to see you're still writing. Looks good
Nice to see you're still reading. And thanks
From Darci
Excellent, excellent inauguration for the team formed from the characters you've been introducing. Keep up the good work!
As always, thanks, and an infinite amount of thanks for reading the previous chapter (and the other works too)
From Tiffani
Great story, you did an awesome job, as you always do. It's very cool, thanks for sharing
No problem, thanks for reading.
Be here next time when the team faces…the Space Phantom!
Based on the story "The Death Trap of Doctor Doom", which was first published in The Avengers#1/2 (December 1999) with credits to Roger Stern (script), Bruce Timm (pencils/inks), and Tom Brevoort (editor) copyright to Marvel, all rights reserved
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