"Oh, I think it's almost time."
The Emperor suddenly cut off the conversation, bid the Regent farewell, then turned to Natasha Romanoff, startling the female spy who had been waiting somewhat impatiently nearby. It was not only because staring at the view of space for too long was boring, but also because listening to the Emperor of Latveria talk always meant learning a mountain of new knowledge she had no time to digest. Regent Victor von Doom was equally well-read, and a conversation between the two was not likely to end anytime soon. She had originally thought that, after chatting by the porthole for half an hour, they would continue discussing things until the Space Station crossed the terminator and piles of densely written papers drowned everyone present.
"There are some people you need to meet."
"Who?"
"I made you a promise, so I'm going to fulfill it." The Emperor nodded goodbye to the Regent, then motioned for Natasha Romanoff to follow him and the Praetorian Guard deeper into the corridors of the Sky Sword Space Station. Security was even tighter here. Natasha saw that the passing soldiers all wore Void Combat Suits like those worn by the soldiers earlier, and the safeties on their directed-energy weapons had all been disengaged. They passed through several more corridors guarded by heavy weapons and several alloy blast doors before finally stopping, just when Natasha thought they had taken a huge detour.
Once she had put some distance between herself and the intensely imposing Victor von Doom, Natasha Romanoff regained her usual composure. If anyone claimed the three-meter-tall Praetorian Guard were more intimidating, she would definitely argue with those who had never been on the receiving end of one of Victor von Doom's vicious glares. As for the Emperor of Latveria, whose moods