Meanwhile in a Kingdom Far Away
Far in the European kingdom of Latveria up in the highest tower stood it's ruler, Dr. Doom. He stared at the objects of art and beauty in the decorated cloister. "If it weren't for this room I would entirely forget about the wonders man can create," He breathed a rare sigh of peace as he gazed at his favorite statue, a marble life-size figure of a man riding a wild stallion.
"This sculpture is a work of great beauty," He admired it. "Man struggling to control the beast, just as it should be. Yet few can actually do so. Alas all men were not created equal."
He casually looked out the window and observed a shepherd tending to his sheep. "Many men are little more than animals themselves, plodding along in their meager insignificant lives," He mused. "But the reason they lead these lives is because men like myself, true leaders guide them. A true leader decides what is best for the masses and makes them obey. And yet heavy is the head that lies the crown so do speak. For Doom alone must lead his people, confront his enemies and pursue his destiny."
A buzzer sounded, quickly shattering Doom's thoughtful mood. "What? Who dares disturb my meditation?" He roared as he left his chamber. He glared at one of his most loyal butlers awaiting him in the hallway. "Is there no peace for Doom? Why have you shattered my most precious of solitude moments? Answer!"
"Forgive me my lord," The butler coughed nervously as he held a piece of paper. "Normally I would not even dream of doing so but you did order me that on this matter any changes concerning…the one who claims to be your son…"
"Must I be reminded of him?" Doom roared as he snatched it from him. "That base liar that affronts me with the heresy that my blood runs through his veins! What lies is he spreading now?"
"I dare not speak them my lord," The butter trembled. "It is there in the report."
"Wretched brat," Doom snarled as he looked at him. "I should have killed him and that foul mother of his when I had the chance. Instead I chose to be lenient and…." He then stopped. He read it again. "I see…This is even worse than I had imagined! INTOLERABLE!" He threw the paper in the fire.
"What are your orders, sire?" The butler asked.
"As much as I disdain to do so," Dr. Doom growled. "I must go to that god forsaken country. Make the preparations. We are going to…Hollywood. This has gone beyond a petty annoyance! I will put an end to this once and for all!"