The screen was full of surprises.
The images continued to play.
Classic Scene 1: Tony, the "Workaholic"
After the video of Tony's heroic deeds ended—
Colonel Rhodes stepped onto the stage to give a speech.
Rhodes:"As the liaison between the military and Stark Industries,I'm honored to work with a true patriot.
He is my friend—And also my greatest teacher.
Ladies and gentlemen,It is my honor to present this year's highest award to—
Dear Tony Stark!"
Jazz music began to play.
The entire audience applauded.
Ten seconds passed.
More than ten seconds.
Tony still hadn't appeared.
Rhodes stood there holding the trophy, visibly awkward.
Rhodes:"Tony?"
Obadiah Stane shook his head toward Rhodes from the audience—Clearly, he had no idea where Tony had disappeared to again.
Rhodes bit his lip, forcing himself to endure the embarrassment.
Finally, Stane stepped onto the stage to defuse the situation.
Stane:"Thank you, Colonel."
Rhodes:"Thank you for saving me."
Stane took the trophy and turned to the audience.
Stane:"It's beautiful. Thank you—thank you all."
The applause slowly died down.
Stane:"Unfortunately, I'm not Tony Stark."
The audience laughed knowingly at the joke.
Stane:"But if I were Tony, I'd say how deeply honored I am to receive this award.
Tony's greatest strength—Is also his greatest flaw.
He only knows how to work."
Scene Change
Upbeat jazz music played.
Tony appeared—
Wearing a red T-shirt and brown-tinted sunglasses—
Inside a casino.
Rolling dice.
Dealer:"Eight! Winner gets eight!"
Tony rolled an eight.
The surrounding gamblers erupted in cheers.
Tony was having the time of his life, winning big in a Las Vegas casino.
Stark Tower
Tony looked embarrassed.
Pepper stood beside him—conveniently holding a knife.
Pepper:"Boss, doesn't that title mean you 'only know how to work'?"
Tony:"What's wrong with going to a casino?"
He stammered nervously.
"Slander. This is definitely slander.How could I ever go to a casino?"
At that moment—
Colonel Rhodes walked in.
He had come to discuss next week's awards ceremony in Las Vegas.
After all—
Even though Tony had promised on the phone that he'd attend—
Based on years of experience—
Rhodes knew Tony was probably lying again.
The moment Rhodes entered—
He saw himself being stood up on the screen.
A powerful sense of indignation surged within him.
Rhodes:"Tony, didn't you say you'd be there?"
"Standing me up is one thing."
"But using your high-tech toys to simulate my embarrassment a week in advance?"
"Do you know how awkward I looked on that stage?!"
"I don't care anymore—next week I'm tying you up and dragging you there myself!"
Tony was about to make excuses—
Then suddenly froze.
"Wait… Rhodes."
"You can see this screen?"
Rhodes, still furious, snapped back:
"Of course I can. What, does it disappear under bright light?"
"Next time you want to reenact my humiliation, at least hide it better."
"Putting it right in the basement office is way too obvious."
"My heart is fragile too, you know!"
Tony patted Rhodes on the shoulder.
"No—listen to me first…"
He explained the screen's strange properties.
The more Rhodes heard, the more unbelievable it sounded.
It felt too unreal.
As if Tony had tricked him again—without even realizing it.
Rhodes:"You—you're telling me this screen really shows the future?!"
Tony shrugged helplessly.
"Why would I lie to you?"
"If you don't believe me, just keep watching."
Scene Change
Classic Scene 2: Iron Man vs. the Reporters
Behind the Military Camp
Howard Stark nodded at the title.
He agreed.
As a weapons manufacturer—
Dealing with the media was unavoidable.
He'd seen their tactics countless times.
To boost sales—
Reporters would deliberately set verbal traps.
Trying to provoke extreme statements.
Maybe, as Howard often said—
Their original intent didn't matter.
One of the media's jobs was to exaggerate and distort reality—
To feed public curiosity.
Conspiracy theories. Gossip. Sensationalism.
As for who Howard truly was—
No one cared.
Captain America also felt concerned for Tony.
Though he himself was a propaganda tool—
At least he served his own country.
In wartime—
The government would help maintain his public image.
But America was a federal system.
Local newspapers weren't always cooperative.
Some attacked him harshly just to satisfy readers.
Even if Captain America felt angry—
There was nothing he could do.
Arguing back would only damage his image.
So he kept his distance from reporters.
"I hope… Tony's confrontation won't be too intense."
Tony left the casino, still riding the high.
Just as he was about to get into his car—
A female reporter in a professional suit rushed over.
Reporter:"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!"
"I'm Christine from Vanity Fair. May I ask you a few questions?"
Tony was about to refuse—
When a voice whispered in his ear.
Inner Voice:"She's very pretty."
Tony immediately turned around.
Tony:"Of course!"
Christine:"Some people call you the modern Da Vinci. What do you think?"
Tony:"That's odd. I can't even paint."
Christine:"How about this nickname—'The Merchant of Death'?"
Tony immediately sensed the trap.
He'd seen this too many times.
So he counterattacked.
Tony:"Did you graduate from UCLA?"
Christine:"Brown University."
Tony:"Alright, Miss Brown. The world isn't perfect—but it's the only one we've got."
"When weapons are no longer needed, I'll start building children's hospitals."
Christine didn't panic at all.
Christine:"Are you reciting lines?"
Tony:"I practice in front of the mirror every night."
Christine:"I can tell."
Tony:"I'd love for you to watch sometime."
Christine:"As long as you answer my questions seriously."
Tony:"Of course. My father believed in one philosophy—Only when your stick is bigger than everyone else's can you sleep peacefully."
Christine caught the implication, her eyes lighting up.
Christine:"Don't you ever lose sleep?"
Tony:"That depends on who I'm with."
Scene Change
Tony was in bed.
Christine and Tony engaged in a very intense confrontation.
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Behind the Military Camp
Captain America and Howard Stark stared in shock.
"That's what you call a fierce confrontation?!"
Huge question marks popped up over both of their heads.
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