The two robot armies are assembled: the Green Legion and the Wild Pack. For many moments, they taunt one another, daring each other to open fire first...
Neither one does. In an explosive flash of light, yet ANOTHER android appears. He scatters Gobloids and robo-wolves, as he teleports into place.
The light dims. Norma stands petrified, with her arms spread out. Behind her, the glass wall has shattered. Silver Sable lies on her back, on the floor, and gapes up at who could be her savior...
It's a big, strong android. He's got slits for eyes. His feet are heavy...as are most of his robotics. There's a green glow, within his eyes...almost Osborn green...but not quite Osborn.
"You," Norma gapes. "You shouldn't be outside your container! I'm going to have you deactivated, and put back."
"Save your discipline, little woman," the android says, in a creepy/depressed voice. "You will only bow in the presence of Dr. Doom!"
He raises his arm, and somehow, telekinetically, forces Norma to bow. Norma struggles not to, but Dr. Doom's overpowered her.
Above her, Doom laughs. He seems to shiver...
Behind him, Silver Sable blinks, as she's overcome with a hopeful hunch. "Victor," she squeaks. "Is...is that you?"
With his other arm, Doom gives her a thumbs-up. Then, he holds out the same hand, telling her to stay back.
"You won't get away with this," Norma sneers. "You don't know it yet...but I've got help coming!"
From the other end of the hall, a robotic bull destroys a wall, and turns it to rubble. It aims its robotic horns at Dr. Doom, blares its robotic horn, and charges.
Doom turns around, and acknowledges the threat, with his glowing eye slits. Free of his telekinesis, Norma crawls away, and takes the elevator upstairs.
The angry robo-bull approaches. He's mostly of stainless steel, and his eyes glow green, too...
Doom laughs, teleports away, and re-appears, armed with a green cloak. Like a matador, he does cloak-work with Ms. Osborn's creation.
On the floor, Silver Sable gapes, as she watches her unfair-weathered friend take on a robotic bull, like a champion matador. From the zipper in the front of her suit, tiny Peter watches, too...and is just as amazed as she is.
Doom animates the cloak, and sends it away...and the robo-bull with it. Doom raises one of his arms; a broad sword is erected from his hand.
"Come here, my trophy," he moans, holding the sword high, "and meet your end at the hands of the reborn and reincarnated Dr. Doom, king of Latveria, master of the android!"
Like Dr. Strange's Cloak of Levitation, the green cloak returns to its thief. And, the robo-bull charges him again.
Almost magically, Doom slides himself beneath the robo-bull, as he runs. As he slides right between the bull's robotic horns, his sword lights up, in his hand. With it, he slices the robo-bull in half, from bow to stern, as if the robo-bull was two halves of a fruit.
Still on the floor, Silver Sable gapes, and puts her hand on her left breast. She inadvertently nearly smothers Peter, while doing so...
Victorious, Dr. Doom stands, de-powers his sword, and sheathes it. Next, he grabs one half of the bull, holds it high over his head, teleports to the smashed glass wall, and throws it down, over ten stories, to a coach, parked near the sidewalk. He summons the other half, with telekinesis, and prepares to do the same thing...
"No," Silver Sable yells, standing. "Wait!"
Dr. Doom stops, and listens.
"We can use that. We can make one of our own, if we have to. Or something better!"
Dr. Doom stands, with the half-robo-bull still over his head, thinking... He nods, teleports away, and returns.
"It's aboard the jet," he says. He dusts himself off, and helps Silver Sable to her feet. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
Peter isn't sure how he feels about this. He still doesn't know that Doom and Sablinova plan to leave the country. This'll be the first time young Peter has ever done so...unless Deseret counts.
Nearby, the green cloak still levitates. Doom wanders over to it, and caresses the fabric in his robotic hands. He shivers, as the cloak makes him think...
Atop Oscorp Tower roof, many moments later, Doom teleports into view...wearing the green cloak, with its hood up. NOW his transformation is complete...
Aboard the jet, Sablinova tries to summon Doom aboard. Doom holds up his hand, refusing. In a hurry, Sablinova shrugs, closes the stern ramp, and orders the craft, via voice command, back to Symkaria.
True to her command, the craft takes off, cloaking itself during its ascension. Dr. Doom hovers, and later flies, near it...as his new green cloak flaps behind him, both like a flag, and Thor's cape...
Far away, in the Catskill Mountains, Crimson Dynamo and Iron Man are still having at it. Iron Man's getting the upper hand...
At long last, Iron Man stands over Crimson Dynamo's body, near victorious. Both of Crimson Dynamo's exo-gauntlets have fallen off...as have both her exo-sabatons. Part of her chest plate is cracked...no thanks to Iron Man's exo-sabaton.
Galina pants, and raises the visor on her helmet. "So," she says, in a Slavic accent, "can we just call it, now?"
"Not so fast," a voice says, from inside the suit. "I think it's only fair to let you know who I really am."
Galina scoffs. "You're one lousy excuse for a superhero, if you think that revealing your secret identity to a foe is a good idea.
Despite hearing this, "Iron Man" raises the visor on his helmet, and shows his face. On the ground, Nemirovsky gapes bigger than ever.
"Holy Kremlin," she swears. "How...?! Why...?!"
With his exo-gauntlet, Iron Man blows Crimson Dynamo's head off...exo-helmet and all. He leaves her fallen corpse in the Catskills, and flies away, victorious...but not entirely moral...despite Crimson Dynamo's infamy, long before Nemirovsky ever started wearing the suit.