Desire was poison.
It corroded the hearts of people who should have been upright and kind.
Killian was one such person.
He should have been grateful.
That night, if not for Watson Wick...
He might have jumped off the hotel roof in despair.
He had once idolized Tony, idolized his confidence, his talent, and his wealth.
Just like the man he had now become: confident, talented, and rich.
Toyed with by the man he idolized, he had even risked offending a group of people who might kill him to go up to the roof and wait.
He waited and waited.
Tony Stark never came. All that came was the biting wind of a Swiss night in 1999.
On the night everyone celebrated the arrival of the millennium, Killian alone wanted to end his life.
But he hadn't done it.
Because he realized that this was the finest New Year's gift Tony could have given him.
Despair.
Armed with that despair, Killian walked down from the roof.
He found the man willing to help him.
Watson Wick.
He began frantically expanding his power.
When he found Maya Hansen, he was ecstatic.
What he hated most was his own ugly appearance.
So he chose to become one of those injected with the Extremis Virus.
Empowered by the Extremis Virus, he became strong.
When a cripple recovered, the first thing he threw away was the crutch that had supported him for years.
Killian was no different. He couldn't wait to break away from Wick's business.
The title of shareholder attached to Mr. Wick, the man who had helped him build such a vast company, had become an eyesore.
He wanted to rule this empire himself, to stand before Tony Stark and personally tell him what he had missed.
His ever-swelling ambition and desire