Tony had an anxiety disorder.
He had realized it when John pointed it out to him.
Exercise helped him sleep, but it did nothing to ease his anxiety.
Whenever he heard about the Battle of New York, or something slipped beyond his control, his anxiety left him at a loss.
He entered a warehouse, where he met a little boy named Harry.
Not the Harry who used the Killing Curse, mind you.
Plenty of people shared names, after all. John alone knew three Pierces from different families.
Tony was a superhero, and he also possessed extraordinary intelligence.
His Iron Man Armor was charging. Tony needed a sandwich and some materials to help himself out.
Meanwhile, in this small town, he spotted a familiar mark.
Scorched silhouettes remained on the wall like shadows.
They had been left behind by an explosion.
There had clearly been six people, yet only five silhouettes remained.
Tony stared at them, thinking.
He recalled the clue Happy had left him.
A set of military dog tags in Happy's hand had caught his attention.
Coincidentally, the person behind this explosion had also been a veteran.
Tony caught a glimmer of insight and went to investigate the soldier.
He entered a bar and found the soldier's mother.
"Mrs. Davis," Tony said, ready to strike up a friendly conversation, "may I sit here?"
Mrs. Davis showed no surprise at Tony's arrival.
Once Tony sat down, Mrs. Davis seemed to know what he wanted. She cut straight to the chase. "Whatever you have to say, get on with it."
"I'm sorry about your son," Tony said, finding this rather strange. "What exactly happened to him?"
"Here, I brought the file for you. Take it and go."
Mrs. Davis's brisk manner made Tony suspicious, and he soon figured it out.
"You're