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He drew a single arc. Then a chest plate. Then a helmet.

The garage had changed. No suits lined the walls. No Dum-E holding a fire extinguisher in nervous anticipation. Just tools. Grease. A half-built engine for a 1982 Alfa Romeo that would never run. iron man 3.rar

Tony Stark still reached for his chest every morning. His fingers found soft cotton, not cold metal. No blue glow bled through his shirt. No faint hum accompanied his heartbeat. Just silence. He drew a single arc

He looked at his hands. They were steady now. The tremor was gone. The garage had changed

"Tony," she said softly, "you saved the President. You saved me. You blew up all the suits. What are you still afraid of?"

He hated the silence.

It started as a tingle in his left hand—phantom feedback from a gauntlet he no longer wore. Then the images arrived: Aldrich Killian's molten face, the Vice President's cold smirk, the barrel of a tank aimed at a playground in Tennessee. Tony gripped the workbench until his knuckles went white.