Between releasing the missile and that awful tumble back to earth, the little boy living at the core of Stark's being - the part that poked green rage monsters, that measured his value in pissing contests with super soldiers, and didn't share his toys well - stared in quiet awe at the warship.
What kind of propulsion does it use? Energy source? If I could just...
That little boy decided his next project - Deep Space Mark 1.0.
JARVIS fizzled away, leaving the adult Stark alone in the darkness to deal with the consequences of laying down on the wire.
