"Magnus." Namor addressed suddenly from within the air. He hovered a hundred feet up in the snow storm and lowered himself down to the ground slowly. "I half expected you not to come." A smile curled on Namor's lips then as he turned gaze down the steep ridge. He imagined his greeting didn't surprise Magneto. After all that little tantrum the man had shown last time they spoke had left little doubt that the mutant dictator was staying on his island home. But they were both here now. It was best to make the most of it and get this business over with. "Did you bring the equipment?"
There were only two explanations for this sudden attack as far as Namor was concerned. The first and most likely was that Doom had simply bitten off more than he could chew. Knowing Victor like Namor did, of course meant the good Doctor was at fault somehow. Probably trifling with some sort of dark magic best left untouched. The only other possibility weighed heavily on Namor's mind. If he were launching an attack to take the Earth, well, obviously Doom would be one of his first targets.