He drew a single arc. Then a chest plate. Then a helmet.
"Tony," she said softly, "you saved the President. You saved me. You blew up all the suits. What are you still afraid of?"
The Man in the Garage
Would you like another story—perhaps with action, or from a different character's point of view (Rhodey, Harley, or even the Mandarin)?
"It's not real," Tony said quickly. "It's just—drawing. Like coloring books for engineers." iron man 3.rar
They walked upstairs. The garage lights flickered off. And for one night, the man in the iron suit was just a man.
"Happy?" said a voice from the doorway.
Three hours later, the whiteboard was covered in calculations for a suit that could deploy from a wristwatch. Tony stepped back, breathing hard. His scar itched. His heart pounded—with excitement, not fear.