Aftermath

"Everyone, yes, just as you think, He-El's armor was built for him by me—Tony Stark—with everything I had. It was all to protect the contributions he has made to humanity."

Tony Stark spread his hands and raised his faceplate, revealing his confident expression as he spoke boldly before the crowd of reporters.

"Mr. Stark, but you were wearing your own armor and got knocked down by that iron suit," a reporter asked.

"No, I was merely buying time to ensure He-El's safety," Tony Stark began to argue.

"He-El seemed to save you by throwing a steel beam," another pretty-faced female reporter quickly asked.

"Uh... things like that happen occasionally. You know, we have a great relationship. We're comrades who fight side by side. Sometimes I save him too." Tony Stark choked up for a moment.

"When?" the female reporter pressed on.

The question froze Tony Stark's expression, but he quickly recovered.

"Just now. My armor saved him." Tony Stark stiffened his chest guiltily and lifted his chin.

"Why isn't your Iron Man Armor as cool-looking as He-El's? Is it because your taste isn't as good as his?" a male reporter asked about its appearance.

Tony Stark's eyes widened. "Buddy, are you serious? Obviously, my armor has better aesthetics than his! Fine, your taste is questionable. I won't hold it against you, but don't ever expect to interview me again."

New York Industrial District.

The factory district of Super Technology Group.

The factory district was some distance from Super Technology Group's headquarters in New York's commercial center. Fortunately, it was far enough away that the factory district had not been affected.

The Atomic Armor appeared from the stratosphere, a faint black dot in the sky, before rapidly descending straight down.

At the center of the broad rooftop of the five-story