The black-and-white footage recorded the technology and creations of the last century. The flickering images seemed to carry the handsome man back to that era. A complicated expression appeared on his face, as though he were nostalgic, yet also regretful—as if he himself had witnessed that chapter of history.
Back then, he had been nowhere near as tall and strong as he was now. He had merely been a frail little man weighing less than a hundred pounds. His father had unfortunately died from the germans' Mustard Gas, while his mother, a nurse, had been struck and killed by a stray bullet. Aside from a close friend with a similar background, he had no other family or friends.
The smoke of World War II filled that chaotic era. Driven by public opinion and propaganda, nearly every young man at the time had longed to join the military, go to the battlefield, and win the war.
Because of his frail build and failed physical examinations, the handsome man had been rejected by recruitment officers several times. Had he not gone to the Stark Industries Expo with his friend, he would never have encountered the turning point that changed his fate.
"Nostalgia isn't a very good habit." A clear voice interrupted the man's memories. He turned around and saw a young man approaching.
The other man pointed at the black-and-white footage still playing. Howard Stark was speaking endlessly on the screen, explaining his visions and hopes for future technology. Like his son, the business tycoon who would later establish a massive military-industrial empire enjoyed being admired by others. The only difference was that Howard carried a much stronger air of a businessman.
"Most people don't linger in this exhibition area. Nobody likes these outdated things." Sean looked at the handsome man in