Failed Heroics

"Of course. I knew exactly what to do."

Tony spoke slowly, his expression gradually calming.

He would definitely avenge his parents himself, but there was no need to argue with Coulson here. Once he was free, he had plenty of ways to avoid these agents' watchful eyes.

"Take care of yourself."

After giving Tony a serious look, Coulson called for his agents and left.

Watching their figures disappear, Tony drained the red wine in his glass, pulled back his chair, and went to the computer to open a hidden file.

While researching devices that could interfere with Teleportation, he had never abandoned his Iron Man armor project.

Now that those annoying agents had all left, it was naturally time to build his own creation.

Honestly, ever since witnessing the war between alien civilizations on Earth, he had been severely lacking a sense of security.

"What is this, Tony?"

Potts walked over and looked at the humanoid armor projected in front of him.

"One of my research projects. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, right. I'll leave the company to you for the time being. I believe you can handle it."

He rose from his chair, walked to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of champagne, opened it, and poured it into two glasses.

"Wait, you said you're leaving it to me, but I'm only your assistant, and..."

"Then from this moment on, you're the CEO of Stark Group."

Giving her a serious look, he handed over one of the champagne-filled glasses. Potts accepted it instinctively, but once she realized what he had said, she hurriedly tried to hand it back.

"CEO? No, no, I can't do that. I'm only your..."

"This is my company. If I think you can do it, then you can. Besides, I don't have anyone else