I watch as Tony chucks his now useless ARC-Reactor from the ruins of his house into the ocean. I can't help but be kind of sad at the fact he would no longer be the Armored Avenger. But if he's happy just as a normal genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, then I guess that's good enough for me.

He gets back into the driver's seat and I lean over the backrest. "Well that was really scary adventure. Kidnapping the president, crashing into Tennessee, getting attacked by terrorists and human bombs, that's over the top even for you."

"Yeah I know. Glad it's over?" Tony mumbles as he stares to the horizon.

I shrug. "I can't say I won't miss almost dying everytime I visit you. But it's kinda sad that we won't have anymore adventures." I let that sit in the air for a while. Tony looks almost nostalgic. I rummage through my bookbag. "By the way, I was able to salvage this. It's still working, I think." I hand Tony a small, cylinder-like machine. It's really battered and dented but it's still shining a dim blue light, and faintly humming. Around it is a chipped and broken ring. But I can still read the engraving, "PROOF THAT TONY STARK HAS A HEART".

Tony turns his first ever ARC-Reactor over and over in is hands. I wonder if he's remembering making that little battery in that cave in Afghanistan with a kind doctor and illegal weapons dealers at our throats. Good times.

I clear my throat. "So that's it then, huh. You're done building suits. All of your old ones are destroyed. Are you gonna stop being Iron Man? No more armor?"

Tony doesn't respond for a while. Then he looks back to the ocean. "Oh I dunno...I mean, everybody needs a hobby."

I smile and pat his shoulder. "There's the Tony I know."