"You killed one of them. Are you sure you killed someone?"
Howard poured himself a drink, with no intention of offering any to his son. He looked deeply suspicious as he questioned him.
"Yes, I'm sure. I blew his head apart. Blood sprayed all over my face. I'm very sure." Tony rubbed his face impatiently. As someone with a drinking habit, nothing annoyed him more than watching someone drink right in front of him while getting none himself.
The man, the car, and the medicine had all left him on edge.
"Only blood? No brains? Or did you actually kill an inflatable doll filled with water, with nothing but blood in its head?" Howard looked at him gloomily.
Tony only remembered seeing red everywhere. How the hell was he supposed to know whether there had been brains? Besides, he hated it when Howard talked like that.
"What are you implying? That they weren't Hydra? Or is this one of your crazy spy theories? They were putting on an act to fool me?"
Howard looked away and watched the scenery by the roadside race past the window. He realized Deathstroke had been right: Tony had fallen deep into a honey pot.
Tony could see that there was a possibility of deception or staged events, but he would rather trust his instincts than his rational judgment. For a scientist, that was practically the end.
"A boy meets a girl. The girl introduces the boy to her family. This relationship just happens to arise between the descendants of two sides locked in a brutal struggle. But then, oh no, a terrorist attack comes along. The boy, who has never killed anyone before, steps forward, becomes a hero, and saves everyone. Tony, don't you think that's too much of a coincidence? There's no such