"Wow... is that it?"

"What do you mean 'is that it?' I thought it was clever!"

"Look I'm not saying it was bad, but- no, you know what, it was bad. It wasn't fuckin' terrible, but yeah it was bad."

"Fuck you! I don't see you coming up with one-liners 'Mr. I'm-so-cool- my-hair-looks-like-a-duck's-ass!'"

"Oh, you are sooo dead when this is all cleaned up!"

Hisako Ichiki, known by her team-mates and friends as Armour, sweat-dropped at the sight of the two bar-owners apparently preparing to kill each other right in front of her.

Of course the weirdness wouldn't be too bad if it weren't for the fact that there were ten more of the Blonde guy moving about. Half of them were cleaning up the pub's spilt contents from the fight, while the other half were piling up the cause of said fight in the alley way like they belonged there.

Seeing about a dozen unconscious thugs piled up in an alley like used laundry was a strangely appealing sight for Hisako.

She stopped any further ruminitions, and instead focused on the blonde one's "clones" as he called them. Hisako was not afraid to admit that when a cloud of smoke suddenly puffed up out of nowhere, that she may have squeaked in surprise. She initially thought that he was a mutant with cloning abilities, but that didn't usually include smoke explosions, so she ruled out that possibility rather quickly. Naturally, that left the only other rational explanation.

Magic.

"-is anyone in there? Helloooo. Sasuke, I think she's broken."

The japanese mutant snapped out of her thought's as she looked up and saw the blonde owner staring down at her from over the counter-top with the black-haired one (now I.D.'ed as "Sasuke") gave her a look of suspicion mixed with curiosity.

"I'm not broken!"

The blonde jumped back, causing Sasuke to smirk in response. Realizing how rude that sounded she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so rude to people who have helped me. It's just been such a long day, and those prejudiced assholes just made it worse."

"Hey, hey, it's no problem! I'm always in the mood for beating up assholes like them, so it's no biggie." The blonde scratched his head shy-fully, a goofy grin spread across his face, before being replaced by an inquisitive one.

"I do wanna know why they called me a 'mutant lover' though..."

At this Sasuke scoffed, "You dobe Naruto, obviously she's the mutant," he emphasized by pointing at the still crouched figure of Hisako, "Why else do you think they charged in after her."

Naruto ignored the insult in favor of another glance in Hisako's direction, appearing to study her in a new light. Hisako feared for a moment that it would be filled with disgust, a fear that was erased when the blonde struck out his arm in greeting.

"Wow I've never meet a mutant before!" The smile was back on his face, though this one was of wonderment instead of shyness, "I'm Uzumaki Naruto or Naruto Uzumaki as they'd say here. Mr. Frowny-Face over there is Uchiha Sasuke or Sasuke Uchiha, but he's not important, so it's ok to forget about him."

The remark earned Naruto a glare and a head chop that he dodged by inches.

Hisako was intially wary but brushed it off and took the offered appendage, standing up to reach over the counter.

She was surprised at how tall the two were, and how both appeared to be of mixed descent, with Naruto appearing American/Japanese and Sasuke having a Chinese/Japanese look.

Likewise, the two shinobi took in the full appearance of Hisako Ichiki. Dark blue overalls covered her gray t-shirt which clung to a thin but surprisingly tone body. It was obvious to the two that she took part in some furrow work out routines to achieve that level of muscle tone.

The mutant shook the blondes hand and offered a small smile, "Hisako Ichiko. It's pleasure to meet you two, though I wish it wasn't under such strange circumstances." At this everyone chuckled, even Sasuke though it was shorter than the other two's.

"Anyways, you have my thanks for getting those jerks off my back. Can you believe they chased me all the way from the airport?!"

Both Shinobi chuckled, though they had never been to an airport nor did they have an actual idea of what it was. They would have to look it up soon though.

Neither of them wanted to arouse suspicion.

Thousands of miles away, a small island stood near the European Peninsula. Not much stood out from the island, one would even say that it could be confused with countless other islands dotting the seas were it not for it's reputation.

For this island's name was Latveria, and it's ruler, was Victor Von Doom.

Dr. Doom, as many newspaper headlines have called the man, was possibly one the most intelligent if not the most intelligent man on Earth. It was no secret that his mind surpassed that of Tony Stark and Norman Osborn, both said to be geniuses of the highest caliber, but to Doom merely children with toys.

There was one, however, whom Doom felt could rival his mighty brain (though he'd never admit to such a claim): Reed Richards.

Leader of the Fantastic Four, husband of the woman Doom loved, and his eternally hated (and respected) rival. Doom longed for the day when he would be able to grind Richards face under neath his metal boot, but longed even more for the hand of Sue Richards- No! Sue Doom's hand.

He would never acknowledge their marriage. He wouldn't allow himself to.

Doom had done many things to try to convince her that he was destined to be with her! He helped fund the satellite that gifted them with their powers! He had conquered this small nearly uninhabited Island and turned it into powerful country that it was! Doom had done all this, yet she remained by his hated rivals side.

Well if destiny felt that they were not meant to be, Doom would over throw destiny itself!

Doom was nothing, if not a forward thinker.

"Lord Doom sir, Stryker is here and wishes for your presen-*zzzzzzngtzzz*"

The Doom-bot lay there upon the ground, it's upper torso melted into molten steel, it's internal processes turned into so much nothingness.

Nothing interrupts Doom's inner thoughts.

"Stryker, you may approach."

From the shadows a short man with reflective glasses approached the thrown upon which Doom sat, surrounded by his personal body guards. Much to Doom's disgust, the man was still very overweight, just like the last time they had convened.

Doom prided himself on physical fitness.

Stryker gave a side-long glance at the melted metal that was once a $10,000 defensive machine, before returning his gaze to the metal man in the throne.

"The bill for those things must be quite high if you blast each one that reports to you."

"Doom's financial obligations matter not to you, Stryker. Now, tell me why you would interrupt Doom's inner musings."

Stryker resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the melodramatic Dictator. Such actions could warrant he and his men's death.

"I came to you because we have confirmed that subject #616-019, has just arrived in America. It is vital that we obtain it, so that our shared goal can be accomplished."

Doom smiled behind his metal mask. His plan was going along smoothly as he had planned, now all he had to do was retrieve the subject, and after a few more goals were reached, destiny would bow before him.

"Prepare a capture and retrieval team with your men Stryker, and I shall send several of my soldiers as escorts. We will soon be standing above a kneeling destiny Stryker, I have no intention letting it have any reprieve."

Doom was nothing, if not tenacious.

Took forever but I finally finished it! Thanks for sticking by me guys, and for being so patient!

Just to clear up some things: 1.) This is my Marvel Universe, some things are different (i.e. events and dates) but the characters are fundamentally the same. 2.) I probably won't be updating this any time soon, since I'll be working on revising a new "Clash of Cultures" and I want to plan everything out.

Once again thank you and Enjoy

-Ridtom