At the Stark Industries shareholders' meeting, Tony offered no opinions, as usual.
Obadiah had long since grown accustomed to this, but during a lull in the meeting, he noticed that Tony seemed unusually distracted today. He sat upright in his chair, holding a black-and-white photograph and staring at it.
Tony himself was puzzled. Before the meeting began, he had briefly looked through the people who had held real power at Stark Industries over the years. Yet the man in the photograph was not among any of its former shareholders, despite standing so close to his father.
When the meeting ended, Obadiah remained seated. Only after everyone else had left did he slowly rise and walk over to Tony, who was still staring blankly at the photograph.
A seemingly casual glance left Obadiah momentarily stunned. It was an utterly ordinary group photograph; he even had a copy hanging in his own office.
Still, he acted as though nothing was amiss and reached out to put an arm around Tony's shoulders.
"Tony, nostalgia isn't a trait I've ever associated with you."
Tony rose with a slightly dazed look and glanced around the now-empty meeting room, still holding the photograph he had removed from its frame.
He looked up at the gray-white beard of the imposing Obadiah and raised his eyebrows.
Right, why not just ask Uncle Obadiah? They were obviously from the same generation.
"Well..."
Tony wasted no time. He raised the photograph and pointed at the face of the young man standing beside his father.
"Which of our company's former shareholders was this? Have I seen him somewhere before?"
"Oh, Tony."
Obadiah took the photograph and narrowed his eyes as he studied it. "This man was a friend of your father's, though he turned down shares in Stark Industries. When your