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The Powerful

Hermione stood watching the man that was named Dr. Victor von Doom, wondering not for the first time that day if she had lost her mind. The power rolled off of the man in waves, making her think that this whatever it was that they were doing might be better off handled by Dr. Strange rather than her.

But Stephen was off somewhere, Merlin only knew where. And she was there alone with a man wearing a metal face, who looked about ready to try to kill her with a flick of his wrist.

Perhaps getting a job at a library wouldn't be a bad thing?

He tried to push her off the side of the building, but only managed to get her annoyed. Absently she pushed the spell to the side and his magic blew out three stories of windows in the building across the way.

"How unexpected," he said, as he began strolling towards her. "A member of the Western Enclaves if I don't miss my guess."

"It doesn't take that much deductive reasoning to figure that out," she told him dryly.

"Are you going to tell me your name?"

"No, as I doubt you care," she answered.

"Wise of you to figure as much, little dove."

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Silly terms of endearment used to make me feel less worth are aggravating things best left to teen romance novels, don't you think?"

He growled at this and began to charge towards her only to have her vanish as he made a grab for her and proceeded to fall off of the building. Crashing into the ground, he managed to make a new pothole in the street that many there were already complaining about. Hermione joined him on the street, seeing him climbing out of the hole there, glaring at her.

"Aren't you as the villain supposed to be monologuing your plans at this point?" she asked, sarcasm rich in her tones. "Never mind, I already know what you're doing."

"Impossible," he breathed.

"Your country went bankrupt with what happened in Sokovia," she said casually. "They're the main country you and yours have trade relations with other than Russia, North Korea and the black market." She waved to the building they were standing in front of. "The New York Gold Exchange. It's self-explanatory, don't you think?" Arching her brow, she said, "You must think everyone else on this poor excuse of a planet is a dolt the way you go on." Again, she waved her hands about. "This was but simple logic!" Pursing her lips, she told him, "Don't you have better ways to get what your people need?" When all he did was glare at her, she suggested, "Perhaps establishing new, more profitable trade relations with countries who don't care that you're a tyrannical despot?" She thought that over and added, "It's just a thought. After all, coming here to try to rob from the backyard of the Fantastic Four might not be seen as wise."

"I don't fear them!"

"No one said you did, but Richards is an arrogant, pain in the ass. And frankly, I would have thought you'd go for something further away, if only to avoid dealing with him."

"And where do you suggest I go?"

"That would be telling," she stated. "And if you have to ask me about such, you have bigger issues than those…"

A ball of energy came from Dr. Doom before she even had time to finish what she had been saying. It threw her back into the street. It was as he was walking away laughing when he heard it. Crackling. Turning slowly, he saw the woman he had thought of as unimportant, floating over the street with energy bolts snapping and striking out like a Tesla coil.

The halo of electrical bolts reached out, grabbing Doom and yanking him over to where she was floating.

"For a smart man," she growled. "You are acting remarkably dumb. This makes me think you aren't whom you say you are. Is this the case?"

He tried to escape her, but was failing.

"Yes, I do believe I'm correct in this." Straightening she murmured, "Which means you aren't my problem, but his."

"What…" He vanished with a scream.

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Thousands of miles away in the court of Dr. Doom the body of a man dressed like the country's leader fell flat on his face before the throne. Puzzled Victor studied the man dressed as himself.

Standing up he went down the stairs, yanking the mask off of his imposter's face to discover that it was Mordo—the one-time follower of the Ancient One.

"You're pathetic," he sneered, motioning to his guards. "Take him to the dungeons. We'll find out why he's dressed so there."

"Please…" he gasped. "I'll tell you what you want to know without the torture."

Smiling an evil grin, Victor said, "We're going to find out whatever is in that head of yours regardless of method of extraction. The torture is only a side benefit."

But just then a piece of paper came drifting down to where they were. Victor went over and picked it up.

Dear Dr. Doom, please pardon the express delivery of the individual with you at this time. He was attempting to rob, rather poorly I might add, the New York Gold Exchange. Honestly, I do believe he saw Die Hard III one too many times for him to try such. I thought you'd like to deal with him yourself, seeing as he was attempting, again rather poorly, to disguise himself as you. It was badly planned overall and left a mess in New York that I am currently cleaning up. Sorry I couldn't see him there in person, but I have a tea I'm attending shortly. Good day, Hermione Granger-Barnes.

Victor turned to Mordo and asked, "Who is this woman?"

"Witch," he hissed.

"Really?"

"Part of the Western Enclaves," Mordo answered, hoping that he could put off and somehow escape the situation he was in.

"Fascinating," he murmured. "And is she powerful?"

He snorted and was about to insult her when he was struck by a lightning bolt that seemed to come straight from the ceiling of the castle.

"You arse! Leaving traps for the Muggles! How dare you!" a woman yelled as if from nowhere. "I should go over there and kick you for what you've done!" There was a pause followed by, "I am so sorry I interrupted, Dr. Doom. A child was injured here and I let my temper get the better of me."

Smiling he said, "No need to be sorry, my dear."

"I'll just leave him to your tender mercies then. Good day, sir."

"Good day." Whatever port had been there was now gone once again. Looking down at a now scared Mordo, he hissed, "Put out whatever on him that is on fire currently and take him downstairs to the dungeon! I'll deal with him personally."

Mordo nearly groaned at the thought. So much for robbing the New York Gold Exchange, as the one person he thought would have attempted it. More planning would have helped and maybe if he lived through this, he'd be able to get that gold yet.

Doom's guard hit his face into the stonewall on the way over.

"He was thinking too much," he said to the other guard. "It never ends well when they do that."

Or maybe not, Mordo thought it a resigned voice in his own head. This was Strange's doing. He didn't know how or even why the Sorcerer Supreme made it so that she was there at that time to stop him—but he did it! And when he got out of this, he'd…

The guard ran him into another wall, stopping all plans of revenge as it managed to knock him out cold.

TBC…

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