He shoved open the conference room doors.
Tony strode straight inside. The company executives who had come over to curry favor were just about to flatter him when Tony's icy gaze frightened them into freezing awkwardly in place.
"Have Happy Hogan invite... Obadiah over."
Tony pulled out a chair and was about to sit down, but the sensitivity of the Mark Armor he wore had not been calibrated.
He could not perform even such a simple movement. Mainly because the leg armor was loaded with too many weapons; beneath his curtain cape was an entire external weapons system.
Batman's deductive abilities had made one thing perfectly clear to Tony: his uncle, the company elder who had always helped him—
Obadiah Stane—was the mastermind behind his disappearance and attack. Even that terrorist organization had been investigated.
That alone made Tony realize that he truly had not made full use of JARVIS's capabilities, and it left him without any sense of security.
It was terrifying. He felt like a hamster raised in a cage, living smugly under the illusion that everything was fine.
Until he saw the cruel truth of the world—or perhaps that truth was only one version of what he could see.
Tony clasped his hands together, and the silvery-white armor folded them together, drawing curious looks from the executives around him.
Elsewhere.
Obadiah, having just inspected part of the new technology department, adjusted his cuffs as he recalled the behemoth he had just seen.
Those so-called scientists might not have been as smart as Tony, nor did they possess such powerful research abilities.
But they were obedient enough, and they could make many things for him.
If only Tony could be so obedient. Obadiah had thought that more than once, and the facts proved it.
Tony was someone who