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Doom scoffed as the insolent whelp just barged past him. The insult he could live with, but such arrogance. Such a being didn't fit into society, he felt that just because he had a flash suit and a lot of money that he could just do whatever he wanted. Doom worked hard to get to where he was, and had sacrificed too much to make the world a better place. This boy felt that him a man of privilege could save the world. How pathetic. HE walked in where he was then greeted by the hosts. Naturally they both greeted someone as important as himself.  

"My flight was pleasant, one of the benefits of designing your own aircraft. You know that it is perfect for the job. I even managed to stay in contact with my castle back home and keep an eye on my affairs there. Also no need to apologize-" He shot the young Stark a scowl. "-He is young after all, and so much like his father." He turned as the agent introduced himself. "I am aware of who she is agent, and what she is wearing. Just be glad that this is a such a joyous event. Had we been anywhere else but this lovely estate I would chastise you for your control of your agents, and inability to have them perform their job." He lightened his tone slightly.

"However as I said, this is a joyous event and I am sure that I am safe here thanks to my gracious hosts." He tipped his head to the Parringtons, and turned back to them. His conversation with the agent was done. "I shall not take you up on the offer of a drink, for you may prefer if I keep the mask on. However I shall accept the invitation to meet your daughter. She has made quite the impression on the world recently, it would be an honour to meet her."