In the Director's Office at S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick stroked the little black cat in his arms and said, "Of course, I completely understand what you mean. But this really isn't entirely up to me. If you truly want to go, I can help you ask..."
Just then, Stark rushed in. Coulson, following behind him, could not stop him at all and could only stand helplessly at the door, giving Nick a meaningful look.
"Doom, what are you doing at S.H.I.E.L.D.? Don't tell me you've come up with another dangerous invention?"
"Doom believes your judgment is utter nonsense. You have been blinded by narrow-minded prejudice." Doctor Doom, wrapped head to toe in a black robe, said, "Doom merely requires an invitation to Battleworld."
Stark froze for a moment before remembering that Doctor Doom seemed not to have a Battleworld invitation. He recalled asking Schiller what standards were used to distribute invitations, but the other party had only listed a few vague criteria. Doom appeared to meet all of them.
Still, he could roughly guess why Doom had been excluded. This guy was simply too good at pulling off universe-scale stunts. Battleworld had not been open for long at the time, and many things were still being tested. It could not withstand impacts that were too powerful.
One Doctor Doom could cause trouble on the level of a Single Universe. If this many Doctor Dooms gathered together, what if they blew Battleworld up? By the same logic, Reed Richards and Pym were not allowed in either.
Doctor Doom had been busy with the faster-than-light engine in the Himalayan Mountains recently, while Latvia and China had been getting rather cozy. Making Earth fly was more important than anything else, so he had had no time to care about Battleworld. Now that he had presumably