Doom's eyes seemed to glare back at her before softening under the dark iron mask. "Please Ms Boleyn, such anger from an esteemed lady as yourself is unneeded. If you do not attempt to struggle and resist my requirements, I may well allow you to return to your home without being harmed. Defy me however, and you will find your stay in Doomstadt... less agreeable." He motioned down a hallway to a wooden doorframe. He did not seek to hold her again but Anne would find that her magic would not respond to her in the same way as usual, since Victor had placed powerful spells to negate its effects.

Meanwhile Eric had recovered from the blow and was angrily seeking his Ant Man armour from his wardrobe. He hadn't a strategy in mind yet for dealing with or even reaching Doom, but he'd do his best to save Anne. If he could somehow get in touch with her and see how she was, that would help, but there was no telling what Doom might have done to her. The Avengers were an option of course, but likely to result in some major damage and causalities, including for his love, so Eric was figuring a solo attack might work better.