For the first time—For the very first time—
Howard Stark was completely dumbfounded.
"Tony, you little rascal," he muttered.'Only when your stick is bigger than everyone else's can you find peace'—"I said that, yes."
"But considering what you're doing now…Why does this feel so terribly wrong?!"
Howard felt utterly deceived.
Where were the heroes of the Battle of New York?Where were the epic moments?
What were these heroes' origins?How was Iron Man born?
And what exactly was this ridiculous screen showing him?
His son rolling around in bed with a female reporter?!
Howard was mortified.
It felt like a father barging into his son's room without knocking—And accidentally witnessing something he absolutely shouldn't.
Even worse—
This was a one-way screen.
His son had no idea how serious the situation was.
He even turned the volume all the way up.
Tony fought "anti-aircraft fire" all night long.
And Howard—
Because the cursed screen had no fast-forward button—
Was forced to watch his son "defend against anti-aircraft fire" the entire night.
Captain America.Steve Rogers.
A man destined to be written into the history books.
At this very moment—
He stood with his hands on his hips, looking deeply uncomfortable.
As the saying goes:It's hard for an outsider to judge family matters.
There was absolutely nothing he could say to Howard.
But…
Tony's little Tony…
It didn't seem bigger than his…
For some reason—
Steve straightened his back.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Dr. Erskine's serum really was amazing.
It truly improved everything.
Asgard
Thor scratched his head and looked at Odin.
"Father… should I really be learning from Iron Man here?"
Odin coughed several times, nearly choking on Thor's sarcasm.
"Ahem. A hero being a little romantic and unruly is perfectly normal."
"Let's not talk about Tony."
"Let's talk about me—before I met your mother, Frigga—"
Before Odin could finish—
He noticed Frigga's murderous glare.
So he immediately changed the subject.
"Ahem… anyway, let's keep watching."
"This is the origin of a hero. Early flaws are only natural."
"I believe it was his mentors and friends who gradually guided him onto the heroic path."
"You'll see them later in the video."
"I think Colonel Rhodes is quite impressive."
"You two should observe him carefully."
Stark Tower
Colonel Rhodes burst into laughter and slapped Tony hard on the shoulder.
"Alright, now I'm convinced—this screen really does show the future."
"The Tony in that video is exactly like you."
"At first I didn't want to answer her questions, but the moment I called her pretty—She turned around immediately."
"You're truly… yourself, Tony."
Tony's face flushed bright red.
After all—
Having your bedroom scenes watched by friends and family—
And still keeping a straight face—
Was no easy feat.
"Hmph! You—I bet you won't be this impressive in the future!"
Tony protested stubbornly.
Rhodes, however, clearly disagreed.
After all—
Did Tony really not know what kind of man he was?
He was Colonel Rhodes.
And in the future—
This would definitely not be embarrassing.
Absolutely not.
On the Screen
The footage continued.
[Classic Scene 3: Rhodes — Saying One Thing, Doing Another]
The moment Rhodes saw the title—
He exploded.
"Hey! Who are you looking down on?!"
"Why are you pointing the gun at my head for no reason?!"
"How could I possibly be someone who says one thing and does another?!"
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"This is blatant slander!!!"
Despite his outrage, Rhodes kept watching.
A red supercar screeched into the airport.
Tony stepped out wearing a denim jacket.
Today, he and Colonel Rhodes were heading to Afghanistan to sell weapons.
But Tony had been too absorbed in his own business—
And completely forgot.
Colonel Rhodes, who had been waiting on the private jet for ages, glared at him.
Rhodes: "You're late."
Tony: "Come on, man—acts of God happen."
Rhodes: "Three hours! I waited here for three hours!"
Tony waved it off casually and boarded the plane.
Tony: "The car broke down. Let's go."
"Take off! Let's have some fun!"
The white private jet soared above the clouds.
The cabin fell quiet.
Tony: "What are you reading, buddy?"
Rhodes lowered his newspaper, unimpressed.
Rhodes: "Nothing."
Tony sipped lemon water from his cocktail glass.
Tony: "Alright, don't be mad. Anger's bad for your health."
Rhodes: "I'm not mad. I said—I'm not mad."
Tony: "I apologize."
At that moment, a beautifully made-up flight attendant walked over.
Flight Attendant: "Good morning, Mr. Stark."
Tony—wearing his brown-tinted sunglasses—was instantly captivated.
Rhodes continued to drip sarcasm.
Rhodes: "You don't even respect yourself. Of course you don't respect me."
Tony: "I respect you."
Rhodes: "You know I'm just your babysitter."
"If you need a diaper change, let me know."
"If you want milk—"
Tony took the hot towel from the flight attendant.
Tony: "Oh right, bring me a cup of warm sake. Thanks for the reminder."
Rhodes: "No, I didn't say I wanted alcohol—we're working."
The flight attendant timed her question perfectly.
Flight Attendant: "Two cups of warm sake?"
Rhodes' eyes hardened.
After several firm refusals—
Rhodes: "No. Absolutely not."
Scene Change — On the Plane
The cabin lights flickered like a nightclub.
Colonel Rhodes was completely drunk.
Rhodes:"This is what I mean… I wake up every morning, put on this uniform, and you know what I see…"
Tony nodded nonstop—
While stealing glances at the flight attendant in her revealing uniform.
A smooth metal pole slowly rose.
Next—
The flight attendant was dancing around the pole.
Asgard
Thor watched the 18+ footage on the screen.
He turned slowly to look at Odin.
"Father…"
"So this is what you meant by—A hero's mentors and capable friends?"
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