"Curses!" Doom slammed his fists on the table top, crushing it. "Damn it! Damn it all to hell!"

Dr. Doom coughed and folded over the table, clutching his chest.

"Experiment: D715. Success rate: 7%" An automated voice stated the obvious to him.

"No! No no no! An intellect the world could only hope to have combined, and taken out by a useless organ."

"Aaalrighty, daddio," Victor's son, who had been watching alongside, leaned off the wall and walked to his father.

"I think it's time to get you away from the lab," Damian grabbed him by the shoulders and led him out. He took Doom to the lounge and sat him on the couch in front of the television.

"Whyyy don't you turn on the TV? See if anything good's on, yeah?" Damian turned on the tv and handed the remote to dad. "I'll just go get us some snacks."

As Damian went to the kitchen, Victor reluctantly turned on the TV to a news channel. They were broadcasting a live battle involving some of the Avengers. As the camera zoomed in on Ironman, Doom got an idea.

"Ah, yes. That will do splendidly," he got off the couch and went back to his lab.

"Alright! Who's ready for a movie morning!?" Damian came back, sifting through a bowl of snacks. "The special tonight is our world famous nutty pop. Paired with some cherry sweet ropes and jerky bites! Which should we eat first?"

The silence made him finally look up, only to find an empty couch.

"Dad? Hello?"

He looked about the room, before resignedly sighing.

"Uh! Not again!"