Anne had drifted off to a lazy slumber after they'd sated their lusts. She slept peacefully in their bed, her arms draped over Eric as they slept. But the burst of energy in the room had her sitting upright in bed. When Eric was sent across the room Anne cried out. With a snap of her fingers she was clothed in a plain yet modern black dress, just so she was covered, knowing that whatever was coming through that burst of energy was not a friend by any means.

When the voice echoed through their bedroom, Anne felt her blood run cold. She'd watched enough of the news, worried for Eric when he went out on a mission, hoping she'd catch some glimpse of footage to prove that he was safe - she knew who Doctor Doom was. She knew he was an enemy.

"I've no words for the likes of you - bursting into a couple's home unannounced, how rude," Anne gave her own sweeping gesture, using her magic to try and send Doom across the room as he had done to Eric. But with her only limited mastery of magic, it would likely not be too much trouble for Doom to evade her attack and seize her.