#technically a request

You always figured you'd get married at some point in your life, but being married to the Doctor Doom of Latveria? He was not a person you'd ever thought of being married to, but here you were.

He loved you so much so, that he treated you as his equal and not someone that was beneath him. You wore a tailored outfit that looked exactly like his; armor, the green cloak, and the metal mask he wore, you had the exact same outfit except it was fitted to your body.

You were currently out in Castle Doom's gardens, enjoying the peaceful nature and the warm shining sun. Your dear husband was currently busy with work, which sadly, he couldn't join you as much as he liked.

You hummed to yourself quietly, strolling the gardens peacefully. You perked up when you heard heavy footsteps behind you, making you turn around thinking it was your husband. Though, before you could register who it was, you were suddenly grabbed and knocked out, your body falling limp in the strangers arms.

Meanwhile, your dear husband had just finished his duties and set out to be with you, remembering that you said you'd be in the castle gardens. He steps out into the gardens and glances around to find you, except you weren't anywhere near. Immediately, he assumes the worst and sends his Doombots to search for your presence, hoping you'd at least be somewhere within the castle. Though, results from his bots were empty and you weren't anywhere on the castle grounds, which of course, angered him greatly.

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You woke up hours later, in a dark room and tied to a chair, your eyes blinking to get used to the dark environment. You lifted your head the moment the door opened, and in stepped the same stranger who grabbed you.

"Well, not so tough now that you're tied down, are you?" He sneered, making your brows furrow behind the mask.

You watch as more men step into the room, the main stranger turning to them with a smirk.

"Look at this, boys, I caught the Doctor Doom." He says to the other men, making you realize something.

He genuinely thought you were your husband? Well, it's not entirely their fault, you do wear the exact same outfit, but it's still funny to hear that they think you're him.

You couldn't help but start laughing suddenly, finding it funny that they thought that you were your dear husband. All three of them turned to you at your sudden laughter, making their expressions fall just slightly.

"What's so funny, huh?" One of them asks, his expression turning into frustration.

"You have no idea what you've done." You merely said, leaning back against the chair you were tied to.

"Really? That's rich coming from someone who-"

He suddenly paused, stopping right in front of you. You watch with intense eyes as he analyzes you, your eyes slightly narrowing behind the mask. The stranger then reaches out and removes the mask off your face, then watched his own face grow pale.

"You're not him..." He muttered, and you could see the fear spreading across his face.

His words make the other men pause, their expressions also turning fearful.

"No, I'm not." You stated bluntly. "Now, I suggest you let me go before you piss off my husband more than he already is."

Though, that doesn't happen because the air suddenly feels a lot heavier, yet you were calm, eerily calm. The door then bursts open and in walks your dear husband, which had you feeling oddly excited. He merely stands there as he glances around the room, and you could see the tension leave his shoulders as his eyes settle upon you. He wastes no time and steps forward, yet the stranger blocking you doesn't move despite the fear coursing through him.

"You dare touch Doom's beloved spouse?" Doctor Doom asked menacingly, then raised a hand. "You had no right."

With a flick of his hand, the stranger is sent flying to the side, the sight making your shiver. Your attention was brought back in front of you when you felt metal hands turn your head forward, your beautiful [e/c] eyes he's grown to love meeting his own eyes.

"Are you hurt, my love?" He asks softly, a complete contrast to the tone he used with the stranger.

"No, but these ropes are getting uncomfortable." You murmured, struggling against the material for emphasis.

He doesn't respond and quickly unties you, the rough material holding you down dropping to the floor. He suddenly picks you up in his arms, one arms under your knees and the other holding up your back, causing him to hold you in a princess carry. Immediately, one of your arms wraps around his neck while the other rests over his chest, your gaze solely focused on him.

"They thought I was you." You said suddenly, making him glance at you. "They thought I was you, only to realize that I wasn't after my mask was taken off."

"Foolish, they are." He returned immediately, shaking his head. "Though, Doom can understand why, considering you look exactly like him. In the outfit, of course."

This erupted a laugh from you, your lips twisted up into a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." You murmured, then slightly leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his masked cheek.

"Hm, of course you do." He says with affection, then turns to the stranger in the room. "Doom can only assume this was the man who wrongfully grabbed you?"

You glanced at the only stranger in the room, since the other two had left a while ago.

"Yes, it was that one." You muttered, nodding along with your words.

"Thought so." He simply said.

A few Doombots entered the room on cue, two of them grabbed the stranger by the arms.

"Doom will deal with them later, but for now," he paused, glancing back at you. "Let's get you back to the castle, Doom has to make up for lost time."

You laughed at his words again as he then carried you out of the room, his Doombots following soon after.

You had an idea of what he'd do to make up lost time, and the thought excited you greatly.