Inside the tailor shop.
The old man took off his glasses.
As he looked at the distant sky, an unconsciously gratified smile appeared on his face.
Of course, he recognized that boy...
But the next second, the old man's expression stiffened, and he slapped his thigh hard:
"Damn it!
That little brat! The globally limited, fully customized combat suit I put so much effort into hand-sewing for him—
Where the hell was Scarlet???!!
Why wasn't he wearing it in battle??
This is practically a waste of this old man's hard work!
What a waste!!!!
Damn it!"
Tony Stark of 2012 let out a long breath and collapsed onto the ground.
He wiped his face.
"JARVIS,
I think we should consider changing careers and doing something a little... safer. Burgers, maybe?
What do you think of that idea?"
"It... is a good... idea, sir."
JARVIS, on the verge of shutting down, struggled to reply:
"The agreement to acquire McDonald's... shares has been generated. Shall I authorize it?"
Tony said, "Uh... forget I said anything..."
A relieved smile appeared on Steve Rogers's face.
He lowered his head to look at his shield, his voice filled with boundless admiration.
"He did it... He really did it."
Even Thor, who had always been proud and called himself the strongest Avenger in the 2012 timeline,
put away Mjolnir,
gave the figure in the sky a sincere thumbs-up,
and shouted in the Earth slang he had only recently learned:
"Bro, when it comes to fighting, I admit you're a tiny bit stronger than me this time..."
At the same time, the entire world erupted into festival-like celebration.
People rushed out of the shelters,
hugging, jumping, and weeping with joy beneath the sunlight.
In the depths of despair, that man had shouldered everything alone,
and blasted