[the camera of the panel spins around the full compliment of heroes... around and around catching quick glimpses of their individual expressions.]
Some heroes have already regained their senses.
Some stand barely knees week from the restoration of their atoms.
All sense a queazy feeling in their gut (Fatigues all around) , the Earth... the Moon...
the Milky Way Galaxy... are nowhere to be seen.
The heroes stand, now within the futuristic Stonehenge-like structure, floating in the space around them breaking up with the weightless pressure the sights of terra firma - specifically the grounds, cement, empty cars, pieces of building breaking up, the small area of city that had surrounded Central Park hang off of their "container".
The top of the structure seems open to space - but it is NOT, they have been provided with a breathable atmosphere, pressure and gravity as if they stood in Manhattan. But they surely do not...
The innards of the Structure are consoles and equipment of technology only the minds of Richards, Banner and Stark might grasp if given time to study... [Everyone can make computer or tech based skills to recognize any of the equipment]
She-Hulk is the first to look upward to the open space and the sister construct that must be miles away floating in the void... Aboard she can see a small crowd - unable to make out specifics, but one figure is easily seen... quite larger than the others in the sister construct. A GIANT of some sort!!
As Thor regains his balance (arriving in flight) and touches down asking for Captain America's direction he looks over to the lone figure - far apart from the group of Heroes that for the most part could be identified by most.
The figure...
A man, standing with his back to the crowd, having already taken in their gathering as if having known they would arrive. He completes the sequence that he had obviously been compiling for some time prior to the Hero's arrival... Stepping back - Matt Murdock can hear the clank of metal on metal, the smell of ozone energy filters across the crowd...
and he speaks....
"Ah yes...
Thor is it...?
the self proclaimed God of Thunder...
I suppose even the rabble must always glean knowledge from their betters.
Take heed 'heroes' that you dare not to infringe on the knowledge I have taken with my time here in this void against our person.
My destiny was apparent,
and I have found the outlet...
My journey was not a simple one, lost in the unforgiving mountains of Tibet... Scarred on a sub-atomic level from the temporal-spacial displacement of your inferior technological mind Dr. Richards...
I took up the destiny of kings within my blood and found my way here...
The one from Beyond has offered up my gaunlet.
Richards, your folly proved to be my gain. Tripping the rift spreading our atoms across the Nth Dimension ...
it was not without displeasure, some would call it pain......."
the man turns from his left... handsome... soft auburn hair, ice blue eyes. As he continues his right side is revealed... covered in scars gleaned from his atoms being restored following the "imaginaut" voyage.
"Pain?...
Ah but pain can be like love... like compassion!
It is a thing only for lesser men. What is pain to one such as I?
It is so very good to see you again Richards...
May I present myself to your minions...........
Greetings... perhaps only you Thor -
if you truely are the minor forgotton diety,
only you may be worthy of standing
in the
pressence of
DOOM!!"
the camera tilts slightly, framing the scarred man as he sweeps around in an odd mixture of technology and ancient Arthurian armor. In his hand is a mask, molded by his own hand during his stay here within the structure. and as Victor Von Damme introduces himself to the heroes he raises the mask - for NONE shall look upon Doom!
