Meanwhile in Latvaria…
Doom sat at his throne, leaning back with his fingers together under his chin as a series of display screens in front of him showed the reactions and behaviour of the Blue Beasts contained at the Xavier Institute. At the bottom of the podium where his throne sat, stood the motionless figure of Lucia Von Bardas, the cyborg woman watching the displays just as intently as her master. “My plans are already bearing fruit; the beasts are slowing losing their wits to their impulses and are already multiplying rapidly.”
“You’re plans are always designs of sheer perfection, my lord.” Answered the woman in a sterile, monotone voice. “How is it that you are capable of seeing what transpires in the Institute?”
“I see and hear through the eyes and ears of those afflicted with MY Blue Flu.” Answered Doom with a wave of his metallic gauntlet, showing that the video screens were in fact live feeds of each Beast’s eyes in the room as if a camera had been strapped to their foreheads. “With my mastery of biology, nanotechnology and the arcane I have created a weaponized virus I can control.”
“In other words, you have turned the domicile of the mutants into a perverse furry version of big brother?”
“To an extent yes.”
Looking through the eyes of Emma Frost, the display showed the woman pinning Scott Summers to the wall with her clawed finger accusingly while she threatened the now 10-foot-tall blue bear of a man. “You BETTER hope this is just extra weight from our growth ‘love’ or else I am personally CASTRATING you for this!” the cyborg woman frowned when she looked up at the timid response from Cyclops, giving a fanged smile of submission to appease the woman. “Well… She’s a bitch!”
“She’s on her second trimester with triplets, she’s just moody.” Replied Doom. “I’m more concerned with our dear Jennifer Walters, the woman has quite the sexual appetite… And at her current size she may cause a hip injury.”
Looking through the eyes of the others, Lucia Von Bardas made a look of pity seeing an exhausted Tony Stark on the floor looking totally drained. “The poor guy…”
“Don’t show TOO much sympathy, he’s a chronic alcoholic and a womanizer.”
“Gasp… ASS-HOLE!”
Standing up and waving the screens away except for one. “Their growth and mutations are going according to plan, at ten times the dose Hank McCoy was exposed to, the beasts will become massive living weapons for me to aim and control.” With another gesture, the screen showed a rotating display of Hank McCoy as he was prior to the Blue Flu infection and his current state; now ten feet tall and hunched over with powerful muscle and a heavy gut. “By now they are halfway through their maturation, within 3 days they will reach the peak of their changes.” Tapping the screen with his finger, the ‘after’ picture rapidly began to grow and expand, becoming larger and more vicious looking. In the end, Lucia leaned her head back and grimaced at the 12-foot-tall monstrosity. It’s hunched and powerful frame brandishing sharp looking talons, tusk-like fangs, solid musculature… And a cock the size of her leg armed with a pair of bowling ball sized testicles. “Oh my…”
“Yes, a side effect of the transformation, I do believe some of the rodent DNA of Doctor McCoy’s lab mice might have carried over when he first worked on the formula… No matter.” Turning to leave his throne room, Doom turned to look back at Lucia Von Bardas with his hands behind his back. “You shall observe and document their activity as their transformation progresses, I have other tasks to perform.
“Yes, my master, I shall make popcorn.” Bringing back the many display screens to observe through the eyes of the Avengers and X-Men, the cyborg frowned and looked back to the Latvarian leader. “But master, what of the others? Will they not thwart your great plans?”
“Certainly not, I have planned for everything!”
*
At a lake outside of New York state…
Logan and his daughter Laura leaned against each other back to back in a single row boat out on a lake surrounded by peace and quiet. With a fishing pole in each other’s hands, they sighed with relaxation.
“Aaah… This is great.”
“You said it dad; no noise, no crowds, no one barging into your room for girl talk…”
“No bitchy head mistress complaining about your cigars, no ass-hole Summers folding to said bitchy head mistress…”
“This is the life…” A feint buzzing sound from her pocket made the young teenager frown before pulling her flip phone out. “Hello? Yeah? Hey Dad, it’s the professor, he says the gang have the Blue Flu again and need our help.”
Turning around and pulling the cigar out of his mouth, Wolverine glared at the phone like it was a dog turd. “The Blue Flu? The same Blue Flu were we both got mauled by blue furries, doped up, dragged half way across the states, and I got kicked in the balls by Deadpool?!”
“Uhm, Yes?”
“Hand me the phone please.” The moment Laura passed her phone over to her father, the girl didn’t even complain when Logan tossed it out into the lake where it made a splash and disappeared. “Good call dad.”
“Good throw too.” Taking another puff of his cigar, Logan went right back to fishing with his daughter.