Who: DOOM and Maxine Hunkel When: August 26, 2013 Where: Latverian Embassy What: Doom stops by to drop off a letter to his son's girlfriend. Yes, it's sure to be as awkward as it sounds. Rating: PG.
Everyone knew that Victor von Doom had problems.
Firstly, everyone considered him insane. As much as Victor knew about psychiatry, though, he was careful not to psychoanalyze himself too greatly. To do so might cause him to contemplate changing what made him work so efficiently. That just wouldn't do. So he forged on, as solid and steady as his heavy armored feet were currently moving down the embassy's halls.
Secondly, he had a temper that made negotiations with other countries... limited. Most intelligent people had to deal with the minor irritation of the demands from a stupid populace. Victor, however, often made his impatience known via violence. Since Latveria was not in the best position to make war on all of Europe (yet), that meant sending in another of high intelligence who was more durable to suffering long-winded, self-important, stupid politicians. Thus, his son Kristoff had been called back home and set to the task of visiting the other countries to represent Latverian interests and assure that relations went as smoothly as they could for a small country so heavily sanctioned against.
Thirdly, and the problem that seemed to always directly affect him, were the women in his life.
No matter where he seemed to turn, there seemed to always be a woman who was furious at him and letting him know it. Were it not for Victor's unending respect for his hell-bound mother, he would have dealt with the nuisances much differently, but as it was he had endured Maxine Hunkel's yelling, Miss Pott's striking, and the Invisible Woman's cross chastisement with fairly chivalrous conduct (especially where someone as ruthless as he was concerned). Perhaps, though, that bit of respect he had for the women came from the fact that, unlike other 'capes', they would actually bother to ask him why he did some of the things he did.
That often made the difference in his next move. A person who was smart enough to ask why to the direct source of the cause was a person who could understand. Understanding was the key to everything.
So Miss Hunkel had some of his respect, albeit grudgingly given. Still, he probably gave the poor girl a start as he stalked in heavily into the lab area. He looked around, frowning under his mask, then held up an envelope with a wax seal while looking to the computers.
"My son has asked that this letter reach you." Not that he had needed to delivery it personally. That meant he had something else on his agenda.