The handshake was firm, but left him wondering how much of it came from the metal glove. "Fascinating armor," he said, letting a hint of admiration take his tone. "I myself have crafted myself something similar. And then of course, rebuilt and re-imagined it over the years." He smirked, faintly. "Of course, I don't wear it much outside of battle. The board of directors tends to raise eyebrows if such a thing were to occur."
And then the smirk turned into a somewhat patronizing smile. "Yes, they came to me with their plans to fix ... everything." He allowed himself a chuckle as he moved to the bar. "Drink? Please, help yourself to anything. I have a very fine wine from Finland, sent from one of my poltical backers."
"I was amused by their idea, and how academically quaint it seemed. I'm sure you can share in the humor, as you are in a position I will soon be in. Those who deal with the common mass frequently know how stubborn they can be." He poured himself a glass of water and sipped slowly. "They often take offense to those with high intellect trying to fix problems. Why? Simply because they are simple minded, and annoyed that they can't fix it themselves. They prefer the "common man" intellect for their leaders and problem solvers."
"Stark and Richards are academics first, and even being so called heroes, they lack this knowledge. Why? Because they are academians first, with quaint notions that their incredibly high IQ puts them in a position to do something like this. But they forget that they are far outnumbered by those with lower intellect."
"Did they approach you as well?" And he looked at Doom, an eyebrow lifted.