Doctor Doom had just finished wiping his suit clean of blood when he entered the Pokemart. Going into a place of business with any wet substance dripping on you was simply uncouth, more so if that substance had been inside of a living creature less than twenty minutes prior. More than that, if people saw blood on him they might get the all too clever idea of fearing him on sight. There was very little fun to be had in that particular circumstance.
Chasing after your victims is so 20th century.
Doom browsed the shop and quickly surmised that while the owner was most certainly dim of mind he had a selection that took care of his needs. Doom briefly considered taking over this business as well but decided that perhaps he should leave something in this land free of his grasp so that he would have something to do on a rainy day in the future.
Or tomorrow. Whimsy was underrated.
Doom created a wormhole to his lab to send his purchase through before stepping outside to continue his tour of the port city.
“Imagine seeing you here, Victor,” a familiar voice said to Doom as he walked into the street.
Doom’s fist clenched before he had even turned around. “Richards!”
“Not quite right.”
Doom turned around and he was momentarily taken aback by the sight in front of him. Before him stood the entirety of the group known as the Fantastic Four.
“I see you could not resist involving others after you embarrassed yourself in our previous encounter. Suitably pathetic of you, Richards. How are those so called legends working out for you?” Doom turned to Susan Storm without waiting for a reply. “Susan," he greeted curtly. "Always a pleasure.”
Jonathan Storm, the Human Torch, responded before his sister could. “Doom don’t you dare talk to my sister after all you’ve put her through. You don’t have the right!”
Susan winced at her brother’s remarks. “Please Johnny, it is alright. Victor is just attempting to be civil-“
“That’s quite alright Susan. No need to shield your brother from his own dull tongue,” Doom interrupted. He turned to Johnny. “Mr. Storm it appears that your condition has once again proven too much of an obstacle in allowing you to keep your cool. No matter, Doom is always here to help.” Doom waved his hand and the man was rocketed into the ocean.
“It’s clobbering time!” Ben Grimm, also known as the Thing, shouted as he charged at Doom.