Only now did Tony Stark realize that he had never truly tried to understand the scholar who had saved him in a cave belonging to Afghan local militants. He had once searched for the village where Yinsen had lived, hoping to find his family, but all he found were buildings ravaged by war and blackened bloodstains on rough brick walls. When that village had been destroyed, there had not even been a relevant record at the nearby U.S. military base. Tony Stark did not even dare ask who had committed such a massacre, because he already had an answer he was unwilling to acknowledge—the holes left in the walls by 5.56mm intermediate rifle rounds were the answer. Though it was not direct evidence, it was enough to keep him from facing the question.
The thick beard concealed the young man's face. Tony Stark found that the man before him had unexpectedly youthful, clear eyes, yet the anger burning in their depths made Tony Stark's back prickle and sweat pour down his body despite the temperature control in his armor. He found himself unable to say anything. After the Avengers had been founded, he had devoted all his attention to that so-called "freak alliance," as the world called it. He even had to admit that he had enjoyed the glory and honor brought by the Avengers while neglecting the people he should have helped, entrusting more important work to political groups that were completely unworthy of trust. That had directly led to this young man standing before him when he should have been receiving an education.
It was the cruelest joke in the world, and he had no way to avoid it.
"You've already done enough, Tony Stark. I know you want to do good, but your methods have brought us