Three hours later, the whiteboard was covered in calculations for a suit that could deploy from a wristwatch. Tony stepped back, breathing hard. His scar itched. His heart pounded—with excitement, not fear.
Tonight, the anxiety came in waves.
"Nothing," he said. And for the first time, he believed it. "I'm afraid of nothing. That's the problem. I don't know who I am without the next explosion to run toward." iron man 3.rar
"Then figure it out," she said. "In the morning. With coffee. Not at 3 AM in a garage full of weapons."
"Happy?" said a voice from the doorway.
Tony stood up. He walked to the whiteboard where he used to sketch armor schematics. It was blank. He picked up a marker.
"It's not real," Tony said quickly. "It's just—drawing. Like coloring books for engineers." Three hours later, the whiteboard was covered in
He looked at his hands. They were steady now. The tremor was gone.
They walked upstairs. The garage lights flickered off. And for one night, the man in the iron suit was just a man. His heart pounded—with excitement, not fear
"Tony," she said softly, "you saved the President. You saved me. You blew up all the suits. What are you still afraid of?"