Namor was ruthless, headstrong, and embarrassingly juvenile.
But he was no fool. Among the many Superheroes, he might not have counted as particularly clever, but he was still smarter than Hulk, God of Thunder, and the like.
So when he said he would deal with the other Earth alone, that was just talk.
He had long known the Illuminati were unreliable. Those people who considered themselves Superheroes were nothing but indecisive busybodies, so he had joined another, more decisive group and had spent this time stealing Illuminati intelligence for them.
He had not flown far through the night sky before arriving at a park. He knocked on a tree, and a beam of light teleported him away.
The next second, he appeared in a magnificent hall. A long dining table was laden with luxurious food, and a figure in a green cloak sat at the head of the table, watching him with cold eyes.
"You should have come long ago, Namor. Doom said you were not one of those people."
"But I brought more information, Doctor Doom." Namor walked to the table and pulled out a chair, intending to eat. He really was a little hungry; Avengers Mansion did not provide meals.
But Latveria's Tyrant merely raised a hand and clenched it into a fist. Vast magical power descended like a mountain, crushing Namor onto the cold tiles and grinding his face hard against the floor.
The Doctor's icy voice followed as he increased the pressure, forcing blood from Namor's nose and mouth.
"Doom is the leader. You must understand whose orders to follow. You sit only when told to sit. You eat only when told to eat. Otherwise, Doom will kill you. Understand?"
"Ah! Ah! I understand! Let me go!"
Namor was both furious and frantic as he replied