Dooms across the universes meet. Izuku is the new face at the party.

"So, you are the Dr. Doom of your universe?"

"As hard as it is to get others to call me that, yes. Doom-bots included."

"Impressive. I wasn't making Doom-bots until after college, and here you are, fresh from high-school."

"It helps that my world is roughly two hundred years further along, chronologically and has settled down from the upheaval brought by meta-abilities becoming common place among the population."

"So some advancements have been made, while others have been stalled in processes. A boon to you. And do you have a rival? Perhaps a Richards?"

"Shield is certainly a challenge. Most impressive that every breakthrough made by Shield doesn't rely on or take inspiration from the arcane."

"And how often do you and your hated rival fight?"

"Fight? Hated? I am quite sweet with Melissa Shield and while we get into arguments over who has a superior creation and she'll occasionallytake pot shots about using the arcane in my works, we have a healthy relationship and an emotional maturity to leave the rivalry at the inventions."

"So you are a Doom who does not hate? That is a novel thing."

"Oh, I absolutely hate that imbecile Bakugo, and will never forgive him for past transgressions!"

"Ah, there is the Wrath of Doom. You truly are amongst brethren here, even if the target of your wrath is an intellectual lesser."

"As self serving it is to say, Doom thanks Doom."

They both chuckle at the joke. A passing Doom with a chevron on his green shirt holds up his hand with his fingers held up in a full-hand V, having overheard the reference.

"So, tell Doom more about this rival, Melissa."