"...You helped me, so I've known Rhodey for over ten years, and I trust him!"
Tony had been rather talkative the whole way there.
"I know. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone looking for him before developing the Mark II. Aren't you worried he'll leak it?"
"No way!" Tony trusted Rhodey completely.
After flying home, Leo had barely landed when he waved both hands. The silver armor on his body scattered apart and piled itself back up beside the wall.
"Phew, this is much more comfortable. Being trapped inside the armor was awful!"
Leo stretched, then poured himself a glass of water.
Tony also returned to the experimental workbench. Eight mechanical arms extended, ready to disassemble the Mark III.
However, after taking such a terrifying beating, some of the smaller parts had been damaged and twisted, making them extremely difficult to remove.
"Ah! Ouch!"
On top of that, he had suffered some swelling and injuries, and Tony was hardly the sort to sit still. He kept twisting his body, hoping to guide the armor into position, and ended up crying out nonstop.
J.A.R.V.I.S. was helpless as well.
"This is a tight-fitting design, sir. The more you struggle, the more it will hurt."
"Be gentle. This is my first time doing this."
Leo watched the amusing scene from the side, unable to keep a smile from spreading across his face.
The click-clack of high heels came from the nearby stairs.
A graceful figure walked down. Pepper was organizing three documents in her hands.
She was about to open the door when she looked up. Where had the door gone?
Through the doorframe, she saw the Iron Man standing on the workbench.
Leo also wiped the smile from his face as he watched the shocked Pepper approach step by step.
With his back