New York.
Tony was gradually setting his affairs aside. He was no longer young.
He was almost fifty, a considerable age even in the West, where people preferred to marry later.
Pepper Potts was getting older too, which posed significant risks if they wanted children in the future.
Tony, who had always been a playboy, had turned his attention to commitment.
It left him somewhat at a loss.
Out in the world, he was Iron Man, a billionaire.
But when he faced Pepper Potts, he often had no idea what to say.
He was planning how to broach the subject with her.
Tony held a unique position. He was a member of the Avengers, as well as their adviser and sponsor.
Although the Avengers were under United Nations jurisdiction, most of the resources for their operations actually came from Stark.
One could say that, aside from putting obstacles in their way, the United Nations provided almost no substantial help.
That was what came of living in a world ruled by nations.
Even the Avengers, powerful as they were, could only obediently comply if they did not want to turn against humanity.
To pursue love, Vision had specifically asked his dad, Stark, for time off.
Seeing his son Vision pursuing love, Tony felt that, as a parent, he ought to find him a mother.
"Disgusting."
"What?" Tony turned and saw Rhodey standing there, passing judgment on him.
Rhodey said, "Do you know you looked like a bitter, abandoned housewife just now?"
Tony's face darkened, and he flatly denied it. "I was thinking about our last case."
"Stop pretending. Even Quicksilver could tell." Rhodey pointed.
Pietro appeared beside Tony and greeted him. "Hi."
Tony clutched his chest, startled by Quicksilver.
"Can't you walk like a normal person?"
Pietro shrugged. "You're the one