Formal Meeting

Stark held a half-eaten hamburger and seriously watched Obadiah, who was sitting beside him with a face full of smiles.

"It's good to see you."

His voice was deep, and the words came from the heart.

Obadiah smiled, lowered his head, and patted Tony on the shoulder. "I feel the same way!"

"I never got to see my father one last time. I never got to say goodbye to my father!" The first sentence was directed at Obadiah, but the second was addressed to all the reporters.

Tony looked extremely serious as he suddenly fell into thought, setting his hamburger aside.

"There's a question I want to ask him. I want to know what he thought about producing weapons!"

After pausing, he continued solemnly, "Did he ever feel conflicted? Did he ever waver?"

"Or was he really a tough guy, just like the media reported?" Flashing camera lights illuminated Tony's thoughtful face.

Everyone closest to him—Pepper, Rhodey, and Obadiah—noticed that he had changed. He was no longer the proud, arrogant Stark who only knew how to make weapons and sleep with models.

Tony looked at all the reporters in front of him.

"I saw young fellow countrymen being killed, dying beneath the very weapons I had intended to make to protect them!" He remembered the soldiers on the "Happy Jeep."

"I also discovered that this system felt no guilt about its irresponsibility, and I had become one of its members!"

Obadiah's expression changed, as if he were considering something.

"M-Mr. Stark?" a reporter raised his hand.

"Go ahead!"

"What exactly happened to you over there?"

All the reporters looked at Stark expectantly, hoping he would answer the question.

Those words jolted Tony awake and made up his mind. He turned and stood up. "I've completely woken up. What I need