Although Obadiah was puzzled by Leo's identity, he did not pay much attention to it, as all his thoughts were consumed by his anger at Tony's decision.
With a Cuban cigar clenched between his teeth, he came in looking for Tony.
When he saw Tony standing in front of the Arc Reactor, he bit down on his cigar and said angrily, his words slightly muffled, "Look at what you've done!!"
Tony turned his head too, somewhat embarrassed to face his uncle. "Everyone's painted a target on my head!"
"Your head? How about mine!" Obadiah walked over with one hand in his trouser pocket.
"How much do you think the stock price will fall tomorrow?"
"Let's be optimistic—forty percent!" Stark answered with full awareness of the situation.
"That's the bare minimum!!" Obadiah nearly bit the tip off his cigar!
Bracing one hand on the railing, he advised, "Tony, we make weapons!"
"Obie, I don't want to make a fortune off dead people!" Tony looked at his most respected uncle with expectation in his eyes, hoping Obadiah would approve of him.
Obadiah said slowly and emphatically, "But this is our bread and butter! We're arms dealers..."
"The company is mine. I call the shots!" Tony cut in, but Obadiah paid no attention and continued.
"Everything we do is to maintain world order!" He stared straight into Tony's eyes, as if he were about to press his face against Tony's.
"That's not what I saw over there!" Tony looked at Obadiah with intense anticipation. "We haven't done enough. We can improve. We should do something else!!"
Obadiah paid no attention to Tony's gaze and frowned. "Like what? Start making baby bottles?"
Tony realized Obie was impossible to reason with right now, so he changed his attitude and addressed the matter directly. "I think