Mira stood in the back with Pepper as Obadiah took the stage. "Do you have any idea what this is about?" Mira asked Pepper.

"You're guess is as good as mine."

She shifted her weight. "Did you... Did you tell him anything?"

"About your multiple hospital visits, your constant training, and how you shut yourself in for weeks on end?"

Mira scratched the back of her head. "Yeah, that."

Pepper sighed. "No. the first thing he wanted to know when he landed was how you were. I lied to him. I told him you were fine."

"I am fine."

"Mira-"

"Okay, maybe not fine fine. But I'm fine. I just don't want him to worry about me."

"I can't lie to him forever, you know?"

Mira's head fell. "I know."

"You're going to have to tell him."

"I will."

"When?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you better figure it out. Things are going to be a lot different from now on."

"I know. I'll figure it out. Now's just not the time."

Pepper nodded. "I agree."

The pair turned their attention to the stage as Tony began to speak. Instead of standing at the podium with Obi, he sat in front of it. "Hey, would it be alright if everyone sat down?" He pulled a cheeseburger out from his jacket. "Why don't you just sit down. That way you can see me, and I can... A little less formal and..." He took a bite and savored the taste.

As reporters slowly kneeled on the floor, Mira's eyes went wide and once again leaned over to Pepper. "This isn't going to be good."

Pepper only shook her head.

Rhodey bent down to Pepper and ask, "What's with the love-in?"

Pepper shook her head again. "Don't look at me. I don't know what he's up to."

Rhodey quickly glanced at Mira Stark. "Hello, Mira."

Mire half smiled back to him. "Hey, Rhodey."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Thank you." She hadn't really seen Rhodey or even talked to him in the last few months. When this was over, she planned on apologizing to him. She felt he didn't deserve the treatment that she gave him.

"I never got to say goodbye to Dad," Tony said out of nowhere. Mira's attention was now fully on him. "I never got to say goodbye to my father. There's questions that I would have asked him. I would have asked him how he felt about what this company did. If he was conflicted, if he ever had doubts. Or maybe he was every inch the man we all remember from the newsreels. I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created to defend them and protect them. And I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability."

The reporters started chanting his name, but he nodded to one that he knew. "What happened over there?" The reporter's face showed curiosity, but also concern.

Tony pulled himself off the floor. "I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark International until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be. What direction it should take, one that I'm comfortable with and is consistent with the highest good for this country, as well."

Mira's mouth dropped. "Holy crap," was the only words she could mutter.

The reporters jumped to their feet and rushed with the questions. Obadiah forced Tony off the stage to try and do damage control. "What we should take away from this is that Tony's back!"

Tony pushed through the crowd of reporters to find Rhodey glaring him down, Pepper standing in disbelief, and his niece speechless. He grabbed Mira by the arm and gently pulled her along. "We've got a lot to talk about."

"What are you doing?" she questioned in a frantic.

"Saving the world."

"Saving the world?"

"That's right, kiddo."

A car was waiting for them right outside of the venue. Tony opened the back door for his niece with his one good hand. Mira reluctantly climbed in and Tony slammed the door hard behind her.

The press ran out after them and bodyguards were fighting to keep them back. As Tony ignored their questions, they started to attack Mira. "Mirabell, where have you been these last few months?" "What do you think of your uncle's decision?" "Was this your idea?" "Can we get a statement?" Mira closed her eyes and tried to drown them out.

Tony climbed in the backseat. "Let's go home."

The driver nodded and started the car. Neither Tony nor Mira spoke until they were clear of all the noise.

Mira's eyes were fixed on the window and she was abnormally quiet.

Tony remembered how talkative she used to be to him. Even though Pepper told him Mira was doing okay, he didn't believe it. He had knew this girl her whole life. She was far from okay. "How are you doing, kiddo?"

"I'm fine, Tony. Really." Her gaze shifted to his cut up face. "And I should be asking you that question."

"I'm fine, too."

"See? We're both fine. I just want to go home."

"Me, too. I can't wait to talk to Jarvis again," he joked.

"He missed you."

"He better. I created him."

"Oh, he did. Everyday at noon he would give me an update about you, like clockwork, even when I didn't ask. Can a computer program miss someone?"

"I guess so."

Mira sighed. "I missed you, too."

"I missed you, too, kiddo. So much." Tony pulled her over for a hug and Mira happily complied. They were both truly happy to see each other again. "I'm not going anywhere again."