Early that morning at Jurassic World, Doom strolled leisurely along the beach in casual linen clothes.
He passed Ophelia, who was doing yoga. Doom stopped and kissed the beautiful woman deeply on the lips, then looked over her challenging pose and gave her a thumbs-up in admiration.
Ophelia shooed him away with a look, and Doom obligingly headed for a beach chair nearby. He picked up a cup of coffee and took a savoring sip.
T'Challa emerged from the shade of a coconut tree, his expression grave, and came over to Doom...
Doom seemed to have expected T'Challa's arrival. He poured a cup of coffee from the pot and handed it to him, then smiled and gestured invitingly. "Why don't you sit down and talk?
"If you still think I'm your enemy, you can put a hole in my head. That would at least let you avenge your injuries.
"After all, judging by the pace of the conference these past two days, the final outcome won't be all that different."
T'Challa was a very dignified man, but Doom always made him feel awkward and ill at ease.
This man was the one who had orchestrated the attack on him, yet he acted like a friend and seemed to be trying to save them both.
Thinking of the questions he'd been considering these past two days, T'Challa finally sat down reluctantly and said in a low voice, "No matter what you say, we'll never be friends."
Doom waved dismissively. "Whether we're friends isn't important. What matters is whether Sokovia and Wakanda can become friends.
"This is our last chance. Otherwise, once the conference ends and the world's new order is firmly established, Sokovia and Wakanda won't have another opportunity."
T'Challa frowned at Doom's emerald-green eyes and said gravely, "What opportunity do