It was a boring day in New York and nothing cool was happening. I mean nothing. Peter was suspicious, because usually around this time the city was being attacked. It was always in some sort of peril

"Man, I wish something would happen." Sam said, leaning back lazily at his desk. Ava was busy reading girly magazines and Luke was making a sword out of markers and pretending he was a Jedi. Even the teacher was bored.

They watched as the fifty-year-old man typed slowly on the computer. Time has never been this slow, Peter thought. They did not know, however, that a very strange girl was watching them. Victoria was her name. She was Dr. Doom's fifteen-year-old niece and she was presently staring off into space oddly, as usual, but then Sam caught her eye. A smile appeared on her face. Three months ago, since she had moved to the school, she had developed a huge crush on him.

After agonizingly long hours of school, Victoria von Doom had walked off alone to a secret path leading to Doom's mansion. She then crept into her room from a secret hole in her wall, to avoid her uncle, and switched into her armor. Doom frightened her at times, but she also had a sense of respect and love for him. She admired how her uncle scared the people of New York. She had even made her outfit like his, except for the addition of a sparkly green tutu, a gold tank top, and her armor allowed her hair to fall down her back. She almost looked like he had before the accident, but was obviously female.

"VICTORIA!" screamed Doctor Doom from downstairs. Victoria jumped. "Coming Uncle!" she said, rushing down the stairs and nearly bumping into a Doombot. The robot trembled. "I am sorry Miss Victoria."

The robot knew if he did anything wrong, Doctor Doom would destroy him. The robots also feared him. Waiting impatiently, Doom tapped his fingertips across the table. "Victoria!" He screamed again. "I'm here, Uncle Doom," she said.

"What took you so long?" he asked, a little agitated. "I was doing my work," Victoria lied. "How long does it take to put on your armor again?" He asked patronizingly.

"Not that long," Victoria said, kicking at the carpet. "My dear girl, you will not be attending the villains' meeting today."

"But uncle..." Victoria whined. "You promised!"

"But you promised not to be late," he said,twirling her brunette hair. Victoria was furious. She was tired of her uncle treating her like a baby, which he always did for a good reason.

"I'll show my uncle!" she said later. "Show them all who Victoria von Doom is meow!" mewed her robotic cat. She really loved cats, but Doom wouldn't let her have a real one, so he built her a fake one.

Victoria was not pleased. She wanted a real, living, breathing cat just as bad as she wanted Sam. But that would never happen. Picking up the robotic creature, Victoria von Doom marched up to her room and laid across the bed. She hated the way the robotic cat must feel. How lifeless and unreal he was made her even angrier. "Uncle Victor is so mean." she hissed. Minutes later, she heard her uncle screaming orders at the Doombots to cook faster, knowing the hungry villains and villainesses would be arriving soon.

Victoria then heard a knock at the door. "Your food, Lady von Doom," the robot said, serving its human master her food. Victoria smiled. She felt bad for the machine. He had no choice but to serve her. "Thank you, L-BRT. Leave it right here."

"Would you like a cold beverage?" it asked.

Before she could answer, the robot suddenly ran out of sanity.