Egghead led the two unlucky men out of the church and saw Tony, drunk and clutching a bottle, at the entrance. He stopped, frowned in thought for a moment, but ultimately sighed and said nothing, leaving like a dark cloud.
Howard had protected Tony well. The boy knew nothing about S.H.I.E.L.D., so even if he wanted to come clean and make contact with him, today was not the day.
Today was the funeral for Howard and Maria. He should at least show the dead some respect.
Besides, Tony had yet to display the value he ought to possess. Fury felt it would be more appropriate to let him grow for a while before putting him to good use.
The most pressing issue now was how to bring down the leader who had been parachuted in and take that position for himself.
Ideally, there would be some incident that proved to everyone that the newcomer was utterly unfit for S.H.I.E.L.D. work. Then he could secretly incite many people to strike and protest, using political means to seize power.
Leaving aside what Fury was thinking along the way, let's talk about what Tony was thinking.
He only looked drunk. As someone who had practically grown up soaking in liquor, he had an extraordinarily high alcohol tolerance. Perhaps his steps were a little unsteady and his gaze somewhat unfocused, but his mind was perfectly clear.
His parents had died on their way to meet Cassandra's parents. Why?
Because someone wanted Howard dead. It was that simple.
Jarvis had brought back items from the scene: one of Howard's tie clips and his mother's platinum jewelry, both blackened by smoke.
Tony had spent the night running every kind of test on the belongings. Afterward, he listened to Jarvis describe the scene and knew that his