16462/Scarlet Getaway of Doom

Scarlet Getaway of Doom
Date of Scene:	06 August 2024
Location:	Santorini Greece
Synopsis:	A Doom snatched getaway for Wanda brings the possibility of Doom and future possibilities.
Cast of Characters:	Scarlet Witch, Doctor Doom

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Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda Maximoff teleported to the stunning island of Santorini, wearing a summer getaway outfit that is the epitome of elegance and comfort, perfectly blending with the stunning backdrop of the Aegean Sea. She wears a flowing maxi dress made of lightweight, breathable fabric in a soft, ethereal white that reflects the island's iconic architecture. The dress features delicate embroidery along the neckline and hem in vibrant shades of cobalt blue, reminiscent of the sea and sky. The neckline is a tasteful off-the-shoulder style, allowing the gentle breeze to caress her skin and adding a touch of romantic allure.

The dress cinches at the waist with a braided belt made of natural fibers, adorned with small seashells and beads, highlighting her figure while maintaining a relaxed fit. The skirt of the dress billows gracefully as she moves, offering both freedom and a sense of whimsy.

Wanda accessorizes with a wide-brimmed straw hat, providing shade from the sun while exuding timeless glamour. Her footwear consists of elegant yet comfortable espadrille sandals in a matching shade of white, with ties that wrap around her ankles. She completes the look with a pair of oversized sunglasses with delicate gold accents and a simple gold anklet that catches the sunlight with every step.

For her jewelry, she opts for a pair of statement earrings featuring intricate designs of gold and blue gemstones, evoking the colors of Santorini. Her makeup is minimal, with a touch of bronzer, a hint of blush, and a swipe of coral lip balm, enhancing her natural beauty and ensuring she looks effortlessly radiant.

This breathtaking outfit allows Wanda to fully embrace the relaxed yet chic ambiance of Santorini, making her summer getaway both stylish and memorable.

She approached the front desk with an air of confidence, her oversized sunglasses perched atop her head. "Good afternoon," she greeted the clerk with a warm smile. "I have a reservation under Maximoff."

The clerk's face fell slightly as he checked the reservation list. "I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Maximoff, but it seems that the entire resort has been rented out by another party."

Wanda's expression shifted to one of frustration, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Is there really nothing that can be done?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of desperation. "I've traveled quite a distance for this getaway."

The clerk offered a sympathetic look but shook his head. "Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do. The entire resort is booked."

Wanda sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly as she considered her options. "Thank you," she said graciously, though her disappointment was evident. She turned away from the desk, taking a moment to compose herself, the gentle breeze from the open windows rustling the delicate fabric of her dress.

As she stepped outside, she cast one last hopeful glance back at the resort before starting to consider alternative options, determined to make the best of her Santorini getaway despite the setback.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>"Name one thing in this world that is not negotiable," words that may have been spoken by a character on television, but they were no less apt.\<br\>\<br\>When Doctor Doom decided to take a vacation to the nearby Greek island of Santorini, he booked an entire hotel on reasonably short notice. Emails were sent out, other resorts were offered, though not everyone read theirs, and of course, sometimes spam filters were frustrating.\<br\>\<br\>It was worth the hassle of all those angry customers for the amount of money that Doctor Doom had offered them.\<br\>\<br\>And so, the resort was on minimal staff. Most got the week off with pay, including typical gratuities, with no one permitted beyond certain points, or during certain hours.\<br\>\<br\>Doctor Doom did not take his mask off in public, and staff were instructed to keep their distance. Doombots would fill in for any situations that required it.\<br\>\<br\>It just so happened that one of them was in the vicinity. This one looked like Doctor Doom, full suit, even in this heat, except instead of the green cloak, he wore the uniform of the staff.\<br\>\<br\>Hearing her plight, a signal was sent, and another Doombot, one closer to the real Doctor Doom, explained the situation.\<br\>\<br\>It had recognized the Scarlet Witch. She was an Avenger after all. And as she was heading out, it approached her.\<br\>\<br\>"Excuse me miss Maximoff, but perhaps something can be arranged. If you would be so kind," and the metal hand gestured for her to follow him. "Your bags will be safe in the meantime."\<br\>\<br\>The human at the desk, seeing this, would move to take them and place them behind the desk for now.

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda was lost in her thoughts, the serene beauty of Santorini providing a perfect backdrop for her musings. The sudden approach of a figure in a staff uniform startled her, making her take a half-step back. Her eyes quickly assessed the situation, recognizing the metallic sheen and the distinctive design--- a Doombot.

A flicker of wariness crossed her face, but she was not one to jump to conclusions or act on impulse, especially not in a place like this. With a measured breath, she calmed herself, allowing her initial startle to fade.

She nodded, her expression neutral but polite. "Very well, lead the way." she replied, her voice calm.

She cast a brief glance at her bags being taken behind the desk before following the Doombot's lead, her senses attuned to any further surprises that might come her way.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>The resort was as to be expected. Immaculate, gorgeous, warm, welcoming, with soft music playing inside, the favorable weather, except that there guests were nowhere to be seen. Not one.\<br\>\<br\>The staff was also largely absent, and as they drew ever nearer to the pool, the staff, such as it was, were entirely comprised of doombots, each suit of metal armor capable of taking on an Avenger by itself. Although it didn't look it, this resort had never been so well armed.\<br\>\<br\>At the end of the journey, Wanda was brought to the pool, where a loan individual now stood. He was dressed in, well, okay. This was a first.\<br\>\<br\>Black sandals, with a velcro strap over the top rather than a wire between his toes, pale skin, the smell of sunblock, black swimming trunks, neither too tight, nor too loose, bare chest, and a metal mask. It wa Doctor Doom, or some incredible Life Model Decoy wearing his mask.\<br\>\<br\>Most likely, she had simply arrived while he was sunbathing by the pool. There was a drink on a side table, a book with a bookmark, a bottle of suntan lotion, and a towel with the Latverian flag on it.\<br\>\<br\>Placing his hands behind his back, the tall man stood at around 6 foot 2 inches, with an impressive musculature. He weighed aboutb 225 lbs, and couldn't have more than 8 percent body fat. On anyone else, he would look comical fight now. But aomehow, even in shorts and a mask, he managed to cut an authoritative figure.\<br\>\<br\>"Miss Maximoff," okay, that was always creepy. She had just heard the Doombot speak, and now she heard the exact same voice from the original model. "I understand that I have, what is it your American friends say, put you put, by reserving this locale. That was not my intention." Which was about as close as she would get to an apology. "I have decided that I will afford you a vacation here, in the respect to what you have done for the world, and the current good relations between Latveria and Transia. All that I require is that you observe a healthy distance when I am... dressed down."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda recognized Doctor Doom instantly, though she hadn't expected to see him in this state of dress. Her reception of him was calm and composed, with no hint of fear or defensiveness. She approached him with a kind smile, stepping over to the pool and removing her hat.

"Victor Von Doom," she greeted him warmly, her tone friendly and relaxed. "I must say that this is a surprise. If I were to name one of the last people I expected to see on my impromptu getaway, you would be at the top of that list. Just above Mephesto if I am to be honest." with a twinkle in her eyes, she takes a gregarious glance around their surroundings.

Furthermore, as she brings her gaze back to him, it travels down and then back up again to his masked face, "I'll assume that your allowance would mean that I have discovered the individual that pulled the rug out from under my initial reservation." she muses, "I'm surprised you take such retreats to places as beautiful as this. Your fortress is... for lack of a a better word... dark."

As she steps closer, the wind catches her garment and hair, blowing the delicate blended scent of her perfume and hair conditioner upon the gentle breeze. She brushes her fingers back through her locks behind her ear, "Forgive me, Victor, I mean no disrespect, I am merely surprised, if not rather amused."

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Doom took a few deliberate steps as she walked towards the pool and removed her hat, ensuring that he continued to face her. Were she a telepath, she might have picked up on the unease of being in this position. Still, he was not the monster that some made him out to be.\<br\>\<br\>"Is that so? I would expect a father would want to surprise his daughter from time to time, though, with Genosha's tropical climate, I would expect he only vacations when he wishes to ski."\<br\>\<br\>Moving to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, though with an appropriate distance, he retained his rigid posture, hands clasped behind his back, as a Doombot approached her on the other side, glass on a tray, "Welcome to Grave Hotel Santorini, Miss Maximoff. Your room is ready at your convenience."\<br\>\<br\>As she spoke of how dark Doomsdadt was, he sounded, almost pained. The real Doom that is. "Perhaps the next time you and your Avengers grace my halls, you do it during the summer. It really is quite lovely, when you are not trying to impede my efforts to bring prosperity to this world."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda thanked the Doombot for its service with a polite nod, her movements assured and graceful. An aura of power and confidence surrounded her as she stepped past Doctor Doom, her demeanor conveying a deliberate lack of fear to set a tone of ease in his presence.

With a deliberate and elegant motion, she removed one of her sandals and dipped her toe into the water of the pool, swirling it around thoughtfully. "I'm certain Latveria has its charms," she remarked, glancing back at Doom with a subtle smile, "Perhaps a reflection of its leader. The great economy and the happiness of its people are certainly a testament to your governing power and passion." Her tone was bemused, carrying a hint of admiration mixed with underlying awareness.

Turning her gaze back to the water, Wanda continued, "As for bringing prosperity to the world, perhaps you would not find the Avengers impeding you if your efforts were not so... extremist. Sometimes, a gentle hand can make the most waves." She spoke with a gentle yet firm tone, emphasizing her point with a calm confidence.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>The water was warm and inviting, especially in this heat. It was why pools were so popular at resorts such as this. People could lounge on the beds, reading, socializing, eating, drinking, and otherwise relaxing, and when the desire to cool off became too much to pass up, they could continue in the water, without the issue of sand.\<br\>\<br\>"Perhaps you shall see it as an honored guest, Miss Maximoff." He was expressionless through the mask, but she might have heard his amusement at the compliment. Flattery would not work on him, though he did enjoy it all the same.\<br\>\<br\>"Extreme situations sometimes call for extreme solutions, however, there is value in your words."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda lifted her eyes to meet his, a small, delightful smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps I shall," she remarked, her voice soft yet confident, acknowledging his comment about being an honored guest.

Lifting her foot from the water, she allowed a few drops to fall back into the pool before turning to face him fully. "I'm always looking for exotic places to escape from time to time," she added, her tone carrying a hint of wistfulness.

With the grace of a feline and the poise of a lady, Wanda moved towards a nearby lounging chair. Each step was deliberate, her presence commanding yet serene. She lowered herself onto the chair, settling back into it with a relaxed elegance, her movements fluid and unhurried.

She regarded Doom thoughtfully, her eyes reflecting both curiosity and a hint of challenge. "Tell me, Victor," she began, her voice carrying a gentle, probing quality, "can you be a gentle man?"

Her gaze remained steady, studying him intently. "Your visage is nothing if not powerful and terrifying, commanding great respect. But is there a soft side to you at all?" She paused, letting her words sink in, the air around them seeming to hold its breath. "Vulnerability can be just as attractive as power," she added, her tone softening, yet still holding a firm undertone of conviction.

The pool's water rippled gently in the background, the scene around them a picture of tranquility, contrasting with the weight of the conversation. Wanda's presence was a blend of strength and grace, her words and demeanor inviting a deeper, more personal reflection from the enigmatic figure before her.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>"Exotic?" He intoned singularly. As a woman he knew to have spent her formative years in neighboring Transia, which was separated from Latveria by Symkaria alone, the terrain and culture was not starkly different. By a curious happenstance of history, Latveria had been a largely German exclave, never being part of the Holy Roman Empire, Austria, or Germany, but with cultural and linguistic ties. "I suppose everywhere we travel is exotic to our own sensibilities".\<br\>\<br\>Having only earlier given the one condition that she give him a wide berth when dressed as such, her now sitting down at an adjacent lounge chair, it most certainly was a challenge. He considered trying to end her existence for it, but he would have to clean up the mess, deal with the hotel, and most of all, he was not exactly dressed for battle. Moreover, she was a being of immense power. And so, he forgave the slight and sat back down on his lounger, still wearing the mask in this sweltering heat.\<br\>\<br\>"I can do anything." It was simple. It was short. And incredibly, it was said in a tone that was not arrogant, but simply factual. He knew that he could do anything he chose to do.\<br\>\<br\>He considered her insult, even if it was not intended that way, and her words. After a long period of silence, he said, "ask any Latverian," except for Dreadknight and any others that had broken his laws, "and they will tell you all you need to know about that." And he was right. Doom was beloved by his people, in and out of Latveria.

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda's demeanor remained relaxed, almost whimsical, as if she didn't take his demands very seriously. Her actions danced around Doom's authority and arrogance, displaying an understanding of his type while simultaneously showing no intention of "kissing his feet" simply because of who he was.

A soft laugh escaped her lips, and she quickly apologized, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You remind me so much of my twin brother, Pietro," she explained, her voice light. "He loves to show his Romany mentality and look down upon others because of their cultural lifestyles. Yet, I hardly pay him any attention, especially when he directs it towards me."

As she spoke, Wanda waved a hand dismissively, as if Pietro were physically present and she was shooing him away. This gesture, combined with her words, underscored her assured and independent nature. She was not challenging Doom; rather, she was displaying the confidence and poise of a woman who knew her own power and worth.

Wanda's very aura was one of a distinguished noble in her own right, contrasting sharply with her true upbringing. In the face of Doom's aristocratic air, she behaved like a princess of power, her confidence and assurance shining through.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>She did seem to have his number. Victor von Doom was many things to many people. But no one, and it really was no one, spoke to him as an equal. There were the obstinate types, like her brother, who would disagree with everything on principal. There were those who treated him with the respect he deserved, even when opposing him, like Reed Richards. But no one had spoken to him like Wanda since he had become Doctor Doom. It was curiously appealing. Perhaps that was the real reason she yet still drew breath.\<br\>\<br\>"You are a rare woman indeed, Miss Maximoff."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda crossed her legs elegantly, her demeanor exuding calm confidence. "Of course, I am rare," she began, her voice carrying a hint of wry amusement. "I have either the fortune or misfortune of being a Nexus being. An agent of the Queen of Nevers, the embodiment of possibility. Individual entities with the ability to affect probability and the future, altering the flow of the Universal Time Stream."

She took a sip of her drink and winced slightly, her expression showing a hint of displeasure. With a casual flick of her fingers and a pulse of hex power, the very fabric of the drink was rewoven into a glass of iced tea, which she happily sipped.

"Acting as the keystones of the Multiverse, we are crucial to its ultimate coherence and stability. We are vigilantly watched over by cosmic forces such as the Time Variance Authority and the Time-Keepers to be aware of any temporal changes that the nexi may cause to the Time Stream and act accordingly."

Wanda paused, swirling the ice in her glass, the sound of clinking ice cubes adding a gentle rhythm to her words. "It is said that we have the potential to produce unbelievably powerful offspring. That any born of me would be powerful enough to stand among the Great Forces of their Universe and rock the cosmos itself." She looked up at Doom, her eyes meeting his with a hint of sarcasm. "Sounds like a great thing to live up to, doesn't it?" she commented dryly. "To me, it just sounds like too much stress and pressure added onto my already troubled upbringing and past."

Canting her head to one side, allowing locks of her hair to roll down the front of her shoulder, she regarded Doom with curiosity. "I can barely deal with the constant monsters, demons, and mystical evils that constantly show up for no reason to eat me," she added with a bemused smile, her tone light but her words carrying the weight of her experiences.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Victor von Doom's eyes went towards her on the lounger as she crossed her legs so elegantly. It was for comfort, but it was also activity that drew the eye, even though a man wearing a mask with a visor. He couldn't help but be amused as she proudly embraced her rarity. So many of his expression, well, all of them, were hidden by that stoic metallic mask. He listened to her explanation, of her importance, which he had already known, or at least suspected. It was nice to have it confirmed, however.\<br\>\<br\>Her magic was powerful, and she used it for parlor tricks of turning water into wine, or at least something similar in spirit. There was so much more she could do with that power. It was perhaps a waste, he thought as he sat there, laying back on his own lounger, the closest he had looked to relaxed since she had arrived.\<br\>\<br\>"Ah yes, them." He said. He had, had his own run ins with the TVA and Time-Keepers. "They are quite the nuisance." Yeah, how many people would describe them as such? The list starts and ends with Doctor Doom.\<br\>\<br\>This woman was something else, he thought. Between her crossing of her legs, referencing her magical abilities, and now, describing that she may produce unbelievably powerful offspring, was she flirting with him, tempting him with the potential she possessed? It was not something that Doom experienced very often.\<br\>\<br\>With the power he already possessed, should there be a union that bore fruit, that being would challenge the very fabric of the universe, if it so desired. Though her sarcasm did illicit a response, "that they are healthy and happy are the first priorities. Ruling the universe can come in time." His response was as dry as the best martini.\<br\>\<br\>When she talked about her past and present difficulties, "and yet, you do it with grace and poise, my dear."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly as she gave Doom a pointed look, her gaze sharp and unyielding. "I know what you're thinking, Victor," she began, her voice a blend of firmness and calm. "While your face is hidden behind that mask, your body and aura speak volumes."

Her eyes traced the outline of his form, noting every subtle movement. "I don't need my Witch's Sight to discern that you believe the frivolous use of my powers is a waste. It's written all over you...the tension in your muscles, the way you subtly shift your weight. Each movement is a tell."

With a small, knowing smile, Wanda leaned back in her chair, her demeanor relaxed but her words cutting. "However, I'm presenting you with a challenge. Just like any muscle or skill, if you don't practice even the smallest of exercises, who is to say it won't affect your ability for larger feats? If you have it, use it."

She shrugged her shoulders with a casual grace, the movement light and effortless. Her expression was one of confident nonchalance. "So, are you going to relax or just stand there like a stoic statue? Or do you need me to leave for you to feel at ease?"

With a graceful fluidity, she began to rise from her chair, each movement deliberate and poised, ready to depart if that was indeed his wish. Her actions and words wove together a tapestry of strength and independence, challenging Doom not just with her powers but with her very presence.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Despite her somewhat stern tone, Wanda Maximoff actually managed to get a rise out of Victor von Doom. His chest began to shake and rattle as the voice of laughter escaped up through his throat, and out the lips, and mask. He was quite amused by her tone. "So it is, my dear, so it is."\<br\>\<br\>And with him, in not but a pair of swim shorts and the iconic mask, left little to hide those tells. Normally, he was fully hidden behind his armor. But he was on vacation and trying to relax. He had a lot of stress, ruling a country, living up to his genius, and having to deal with adversaries who misunderstood his desires, or worse, had come to opposing conclusions.\<br\>\<br\>She clearly found it easier to relax than he did. And once again, she gave good advice. He was starting to note that. Here, in private, he was finding her to be a surprisingly welcome guest.\<br\>\<br\>And then, the final affront. She threatened to leave, and he found, for whatever reason, that he did not wish it. "Your company has proven to be insightful and welcome. You no longer need respect the earlier boundaries I had imposed upon your stay here."\<br\>\<br\>"Though, in this heat, perhaps it is time for a walk through the pool." And he stood up, meeting her graceful form, and began to step towards the entrance. As he approached the stairs, he set one foot down into the water, feeling the difference in temperature and texture, then another, and he slowly descended into the pool, where he stood, the water at that point only going somewhere around his mid section.\<br\>\<br\>Turning around to gaze upon the figure of the woman, his eyes focusing on her own, he held out a proverbial hand, and asked "would you care to join me, Miss Maximoff?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>With an amused smile and a playful yet sarcastic tone, Wanda commented, "Thank you for your permission, oh generous Lord Doom." While her tone carried a hint of sarcasm, there was a genuine note of gratitude for his invitation to stay beyond the initial boundaries he had set. "And please, call me Wanda," she added, signaling her acceptance of his invitation to join him.

As she spoke, Wanda lifted herself gracefully from her seat, her movements fluid and elegant. She stepped towards the pool, and as she did, whirls of chaos magic began to spin around her. The shimmering energy enveloped her, transforming her attire into a stunning two-piece ensemble that perfectly marries the elements of her Avengers costume with the serene beauty of Santorini and the vibrant flair of Romany dancer attire. The top, resembling her iconic corset, boasts a structured yet elegant silhouette in her signature red, adorned with intricate embroidery inspired by Greek patterns in cobalt blue and white. These subtle magical motifs add a mystical touch that reflects Wanda's powerful nature.

The high-waisted bottom continues the theme with a design that is both stylish and comfortable. Predominantly red with silver accents, it features delicate Greek pattern embroidery that ties in seamlessly with the top. This high-waisted style also pays homage to traditional Romany dancer attire, adding a timeless and graceful appeal.

Complementing the two-piece suit is a sheer, flowing sarong that mirrors Wanda's iconic cape. This ethereal wrap-around piece, which can be tied at the side, adds movement and grace reminiscent of a dancer's skirt. The sarong incorporates shades of red, silver, cobalt blue, and white, blending the themes of her costume and the picturesque essence of Santorini effortlessly.

Overall, this bathing suit is a perfect fusion of Wanda's powerful and mystical persona with the serene, picturesque beauty of Santorini, while also capturing the elegant movement and allure of Romany dancer attire.

Joining Doom in the pool, Wanda's presence exuded confidence and grace, her playful demeanor underscored by the powerful aura that surrounded her.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>He knew there to be sarcasm in that tone, but the words pleased him, and the voice did have a somewhat sincere gratitude to it. He had treated her formally, even in this oh so informal of venues, but when she asked to be addressed by her given name, he simply said, "as you wish, Wanda."\<br\>\<br\>It was something to behold, watching her shimmer and transform, from that flowing maxi dress, into a stunning two piece ensemble. He knew magic too. He had been in contention for Sorcerer Supreme on occasion, but he was more reserved with it. Magic was a tool to him. He had a decidedly mechanical view of it. It wasn't free flowing water down a stream, but something to be taken apart, analyzed, and perfected. It was building material. And yet, in her hands, it was art. How could anyone argue with such delightful results?\<br\>\<br\>Victor admired her, watched her enter the pool, and when she was near him, he began to lead her towards the walk up bar area, mostly because he wanted to get into the shade. The man was pale. Anyone who spend as much time as he did in a metal suit was going to be. And this sun was unforgiving. He moved to a tile chair built into the floor, and took a seat. "It is strange, to share time like this. I do not do it lightly. Have I affected your vacation plans much?" Wow, close to an apology again, even sympathetic. Perhaps he was unwell.

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda waded casually around the pool, her movements graceful and fluid. She responded to Doom's inquiry with a light-hearted tone, "Well, ultimately, after putting a crimp in my plans of enjoying a luxurious vacation away from the pressures at home, you've so far made amends by welcoming me into the space that you have rented from under me."

She hesitated momentarily, then continued with a sly grin, "So I'd say yes... Positively."

With that, she dipped beneath the water, allowing the cool embrace to envelop her before resurfacing with her hair and face wet. Wiping her face with her hands, she looked at Doom with a newfound ease. "I have to admit, I did not think that spending time away from struggling to stop you from your next plot for world conquest would be so pleasing. I could get used to this," she remarked, her tone both playful and sincere.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Although Doom's mask was waterproof, when part of the entire suit, he could exist in space and the depths of the ocean, with equal ease. Still, it did not seem right to lower it into the water as Wanda had done with her fiery red hair.\<br\>\<br\>A doombot would soon appear behind the bar, wearing a crisp white shirt with cyan around the collar and sleeves. He was dressed as the staff would. "Can I get you anything?" It asked in Doom's own words.\<br\>\<br\>The real Victor turned and said, "yes, I will have a Tiki Torch," and turning back to Wanda, "what would you like, Wanda?"\<br\>\<br\>This was curious as it was the first time he had turned his back to her, a small mark of trust.

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>As Doom turned his back, Wanda allowed herself a moment to admire the shape of his shoulders and the strength conveyed by his back. Despite the often off-putting stony expression of his mask, she regarded him without fear or repulsion, as a woman might have during the days when his face was as handsome as the rest of him.

With a confident tone, Wanda responded to the request for her drink order. "Yes, I'll have: 1 oz. white rum, 1 oz. dark rum, 1 oz. coconut cream, 2 oz. pineapple juice, 1 oz. orange juice, 1/2 oz. lime juice, 1/2 oz. Falernum, 1/4 oz. grenadine, a dash of angostura bitters, crushed ice, a pineapple slice and cherry, and a fresh mint sprig."

She watched the Doombot attentively, waiting for it to prepare the complex tropical drink she described, embodying the relaxation and luxury of their surroundings and a woman that knows exactly what she wants.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Victor von Doom was the epitome of a perfectionist. Although rarely seen, his body was a temple. The strength he carried in those shoulders was evident under these oh so rare of conditions. He was not Captain America. He had not undergone advanced drug therapy. No, he was natural. And for a human without the aid of chemicals, he was in amazing condition.\<br\>\<br\>The Doombot didn't flinch at her order, taking it all in, and would quickly produce her drink, exactly as ordered. Doom's was somewhat less difficult, but really, all cocktails were more or less the same steps. Add ingredients, sometimes in a specific order, and serve. Both drinks would appear at the bar. Doom moved to it, collecting them in each hand, again showing his back to her, before returning to her side with his drink, which of course included a straw, while stretching out his other hand to present her choice.\<br\>\<br\>When she accepted it, he offered a toast, "to the start of a most unexpected, and yet ambitious, vacation, Wanda."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda accepted both the drink and the toast with a gracious smile. "To further getting to know the individuals behind both of our masks," she added, clinking her glass gently against his.

Taking a sip of her drink, she regarded him thoughtfully and giving a sigh, before setting her glass down. "Speaking of which..." she began, her voice soft yet probing, "I pray that you'll forgive me. I feel as if I can be completely open with you for some reason, and I find myself questioning the man that you are. Considering the complex relationship between not just the Avengers and yourself, but the rest of the world, I asked myself why, being as powerful as you are, you do not simply correct the accident made to your face."

Her eyes searched his, and she reached out with her hand, pausing to seek his permission with a look before gently touching his mask. "The answer that I have theorized," she continued, "is that the mask and scars serve as fuel for your drive for power and domination. You see your mask as a symbol of your resolve and determination through the adversity you have experienced. Fixing your face would mean confronting and possibly alleviating a significant source of your motivation and identity, which a man as complete as yourself is unwilling to do."

She paused, her gaze unwavering. "Overall, your choice to remain disfigured highlights your complex psychology. Not that I'm some kind of psychologist, and I do not presume to know the great Doom, it's just... what I see, I suppose. Again, I absolutely mean no disrespect." Her actions and words conveyed a deep curiosity and understanding, showing that she was not bothered by his appearance, but rather intrigued by the man behind the mask. Yet, the woman treads upon dangerous territory, but probably the most intriguing thing is, she does so without fear.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>It was a good thing that she could not see his face right now, as he sported a curious expression. Wearing a mask such as his, had its advantages, and disadvantages. And sometimes it was both at the same time. Her mask, such as it is, revealed her face, though that wasn't her meaning, and he understood that. "Quite." Is all he said after her remark.\<br\>\<br\>Were she able to see it, under that mask, Victor von Doom had a tiny little scar, but due to his overwhelming vanity, and sense of perfectionism, it proved too much for him to contend with. His refusal to remove the mask in public was a matter of principal. The mask is his true face as far as he is concerned.\<br\>\<br\>He thought about it, taking a sip of his drink through the straw. She had been so kind, so warm, and so accepting. It was exactly the kind of approach one would need to get to this stage with a man such a he. "You are, quite surprisingly, insightful, Wanda. Healing, what happened to me would be tantamount to turning back on my ambitions. They are an integral part of whom and what I am. I can no easier turn my back on my past, than I can my present, or future. My people depend on it. This world will depend upon it. There are too many lives at stake for such a... selfish, use of my abilities."\<br\>\<br\>She was right of course. She saw right through him, and that unnerved him to a degree. But it also emboldened him. He remained silent for several moments. The sound of the birds chirping as they circles the skies. There was the water flowing, gently crashing upon the sides of the pool. The sun shone, reflecting on the ripples in the water. And there was the faint and distant sound of relaxing music.\<br\>\<br\>And then, the incredible happened. Doctor Doom reached up, human hands, and touched the back and sides of his mask. There was the sound of pressure escaping as he touched some unseen button and seal. Air escaped with a whoosh. And the mask came apart in two sides. One around the back, and the other covering his face.\<br\>\<br\>He removed the mask, revealing his pale but incredibly handsome face. He was largely symmetrical, strong jaw line, with brown eyes, eyebrows, and hair. He set it down upon the counter at the bar. And oh yes, there was the famous scar of which he had made a mountain. It was on his cheek, faint, barely perceptible, but it was there. He was blemished. He was defied perfection. And it haunted him.

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda watched intently as Victor von Doom went through the motions of removing his mask. Her expression remained unchanged, a calm curiosity marking her features, until she saw his eyes. At that moment, admiration filled her face as she took in the depth and beauty of his natural visage.

"Your eyes... Victor," she began, her voice soft and filled with wonder. "Without your mask, they are deep and soulful, like rich, fertile earth that nurtures life with a quiet, enduring strength. They hold within them a depth that speaks of ancient forests and hidden streams, where the secrets of the world lie softly whispered by the rustling leaves. The warm hues range from the darkest mahogany to the lightest honey, each shade capturing the glow of a setting sun over an autumn landscape. When the light catches them just right, flecks of gold shimmer like tiny embers, adding a touch of warmth and mystery. They possess a quiet beauty that draws you in, offering a sense of comfort and steadfastness, like a timeless, well-worn path that has witnessed countless journeys and still invites more to come."

Her poetic description, filled with the lyrical quality only a Mistress of mystical incantations could muster, focused solely on his eyes. They overshadowed any other feature his face might possess. "Unveiled from the prison of your metallic face so stony and stern, they are perfection."

Wanda offered him a kind smile, her eyes twinkling with genuine warmth. She returned to her drink, taking a longer sip, and peered at him cheerfully over the rim of her glass. "Tell me, Victor," she said, her curiosity piqued. "What kind of boy were you? I want to know about your childhood."

She leaned in slightly, her focus entirely on him, eager to hear the story behind the man who had become Doctor Doom. Her genuine interest and the soft, inviting tone of her voice created an atmosphere of trust and openness, a rare moment of vulnerability shared between two powerful individuals.

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Victor von Doom's eyes had always been visible. It was the one part of his visage that was on display. However, most didn't look that deeply. They saw the whole, the metal, the mask, the way he chose to present himself and interact with the outside world. That mask was now on the counter, face up, but the nearby Doombot bore the exact same look to contrast and compare with.\<br\>\<br\>He had done something that he had rarely done before. Few people got to witness this, but in this moment, in this place, she had been kind, caring, supportive, without pushing, and most of all, intriguing. He found that he liked conversing with her. She was pleasant company. And, he was in this heat, and it just felt awkward to wear it in this context. So, when she had engaged him sufficiently that he would even consider it, he did so. How she handled herself afterwards, impressed him yet again.\<br\>\<br\>"How very poetic of you," he said. Somehow, it didn't feel as though she was goading him, playing to his ego, or anything of that nature. She seemed sincere to him. \<br\>\<br\>He began to speak, unrehearsed, but he had a powerful voice, one no longer modified by his mask. He sounded different out of it. But in a good way. "The world outside my camp was often hostile and unforgiving, but inside the walls of our modest home, I found refuge in books and knowledge. My father was a scholar, a man of great intellect who sought to teach me the ways of the world. Despite the harshness of our surroundings, he always encouraged my curiosity, pushing me to excel in every subject. It was in those early years that I learned the value of knowledge and the power it could wield."\<br\>\<br\>"I was not like other children. While they played and laughed, I spent hours immersed in ancient texts, absorbing every piece of information I could find. My mother," there was an emotional pause, some hidden pain, "though gone too soon, left me with a legacy of resilience and determination. I remember her comforting words and the way she believed in my potential, even when my father was stern and demanding. Their influence made me determined to rise above the constraints of our environment and prove myself worthy of their expectations."\<br\>\<br\>"These experiences shaped me into the man I am today. The rigorous demands of my childhood, combined with the loss of my parents, forged a resolve within me like no other. I learned early on that power and control were essential for survival and that the world often rewards those who seize their destinies. My ambition to transform Latveria and protect its people is a reflection of the values instilled in me as a boy. I am driven not just by the desire for greatness, but by the need to honor the legacy of those who came before me."

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>"The troubled life of a young Prince," Wanda mused, smiling, "I remember imagining what it must have been like to live in a castle, with notions of princes slaying dragons and rescuing princesses. Dazzling balls and fancy dresses, dancing for endless hours into the night. This, much like everything else I came to find, is a mirage to what the world was really like."

Wanda settled back against the side of the pool, her eyes softening as she prepared to share the story of her childhood. The atmosphere around them seemed to shift, becoming more intimate and reflective.

"I grew up in a small Romani village in Transia," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. "My twin brother, Pietro, and I were raised by our adoptive parents, Django and Marya Maximoff. Life was simple, but we were happy. We didn't have much, but we had each other and that was enough."

A wistful smile crossed her face as she recalled those early years. "I remember the nights we would sit around the fire, listening to the elders tell stories. Their tales were filled with magic and wonder, and I would dream of wielding such power. Little did I know, those dreams would one day become reality."

Her expression darkened slightly as she continued. "But our happiness was short-lived. Our village was attacked, and our parents were killed. Pietro and I were left alone, forced to fend for ourselves. We were just children, scared and lost. We had no one to turn to, and we were constantly on the run."

She paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "We eventually came to the attention of Magneto, though we didn't know he was our father at the time. He took us in, trained us, and gave us a purpose. But his methods were harsh, and his goals were... extreme. We became part of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, fighting for a cause we didn't fully understand."

Wanda's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she relived those painful memories. "I struggled with my powers, not fully understanding their potential or their dangers. I made mistakes, terrible mistakes that hurt people. I felt like a monster, and it took me a long time to come to terms with who I am and what I can do."

She looked at Doom, her gaze steady and unwavering. "But through it all, I had Pietro. He was my rock, my protector. We faced everything together, and that bond kept me going. Eventually, we found our way to the Avengers, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I had a place where I belonged."

Her voice softened, a hint of hope threading through her words. "It's been a long and difficult journey, but I've learned to embrace my powers and my heritage. I've made peace with my past, and I've found a new family among the Avengers. But those early years, the pain and the loss, they shaped me into who I am today."

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Victor von Doom knew some of it, perhaps a lot of it. He may well have researched her through his mask as they sat there before he removed it. Technology was such a wonderful thing. But he knew words. She conveyed emotion. She filled in the gaps.\<br\>\<br\>He moved to sit with his back to the pool, beside her, but not too close. He did like his space, even if she had proven herself to be troublingly effective at navigating the barriers he put up.\<br\>\<br\>"We have more in common than I would have expected." With the mask off, there were now emotions to perceive and analyze. He looked thoughtful as she shared, he showed empathy, sorrow, and happiness, at each respective point. "It pleases me that you are here." Though that last part was almost as much for him as it was for her.

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda deflates for a moment, her eyes turn away and drop away as he mentions how he enjoys her presence. Her gaze, returning to him, turned introspective as she considered the implications of future possibilities. She took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and resignation.

"Victor," she began, her voice soft and wistful, "I will always be candid with you, and right now, I need to express what it might mean for us to pursue anything beyond this moment, be it friendship or something more. Our lives are so different, our views and methods so opposed. I can see the struggles that would inevitably arise, the clashes when our paths cross on the battlefield."

She paused, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her glass. "Your goals, your methods... they are driven by a relentless pursuit of power and control. You believe in using any means necessary to achieve what you see as a greater good. And while I understand your perspective, I can't condone the extremity of your actions. My morals, the principles I've chosen to uphold, demand that I stand against such measures."

Wanda's eyes met his, a profound sadness within them. "I know that nothing, not even your feelings, would ever stop you from pursuing your goals. And the same goes for me. If your actions threaten the values I hold dear, I will oppose you as fully as you would me. We will find ourselves on opposite sides, struggling like enemies despite whatever feelings we might share when we are alone."

A wistful smile played on her lips as she continued, "But I believe in the strength of emotional intelligence. I believe that we can be solid enough to separate our personal feelings from our duties. I am certain that, no matter what happens, I can find a way to keep any feelings for you distinct from my responsibilities. I can respect the true man without compromising the person I strive to be."

Wanda sighed, her expression a blend of hope and melancholy. "It's a difficult path we tread, Victor. But I think, if we both respect and understand each other, we can navigate turbulent waters. It's not about changing who we are, but about accepting the person beneath the mask, even if that means facing off against each other when duty calls."

She reached out, her hand gently resting on his arm, offering a small but sincere smile. "So, whatever comes our way, let's make a pact. To be honest with each other, to cherish the moments we might share, and to face whatever challenges arise with the strength and resolve that defines us both." Wisdom within her words that ring with the truth and resolve of a woman recognizing a connection. "I guess, what I'm saying is... I would like to see you again."

Doctor Doom has posed:\<br\>Her words were nor without merit. She made good points, articulated them well, and he could see no flaw in her reasoning or rationale. He agreed with virtually everything she had said, save for describing his methods as extreme, but that was mere semantics. Of course, neither of them were speaking their native tongues either. While he could speak Transian, she had begun with English in the lobby, and he maintained that.\<br\>\<br\>The impermanence of her reaching for his arm and gently touching it could have easily resulted in an immediate and often lethal reprisal. But there was something to be said for her approach, measured, confident, and deft. She read him well.\<br\>\<br\>"Forgive me for monopolizing your time. You must be tired from your journey and eager to settle in. However, I would appreciate your company for dinner in the Japanese restaurant, shall we say seven o'clock?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:\<br\>Wanda looked at Doom, her eyes soft with understanding. "Victor, there's no need to apologize for taking up my time. I've truly enjoyed our conversation," she said, her voice gentle and sincere. "However, I do need to get to my room, unpack, and take a shower."

She gave him a warm smile. "7 PM, hmmm..." she added, starting to rise from the water with a fluid grace.

With a delicate twirl and a flourish of spiraling hex magic, a warm breeze picked up, caressing her skin and drying the pool's water from her body. The shimmering magic danced around her, creating an almost ethereal glow.

As she reached the edge of the pool, Wanda paused and glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief lightly teasing as she leaves him waiting for her answer. "It's a date," she said, her tone playful, "but only if you take me dancing." She punctuated her words with a wink, her smile full of promise.

She continued her exit with light, confident steps, her presence leaving an air of anticipation behind her. As she walked away, her graceful movements and the lingering warmth of her smile stayed with Doom, setting the stage for their evening rendezvous.