Chapter 28: Tony Stark V
Obadiah's anger simmered as he watched the news, his jaw clenched. But rather than let it consume him, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. His mind worked quickly, calculating his next move.
"Sooner or later, that little piece of armor... I'll get my hands on it," he mumbled under his breath, his tone full of coldness and certainty.
A slow, twisted smile crept onto his face. "After all, I'm your father figure, Tony," Obadiah chuckled darkly, confident that the day would come when Tony, willingly or not, would hand over his Iron Man suit. For now, all he had to do was wait for the right moment.
On the other hand, Tony returned home after decimating an entire battalion of terrorists armed with weapons, tanks, and even his own creations of mass destruction. As he stepped into his workshop, still in disbelief over what had just happened, he looked down at his hands—specifically at the dragon-maw-shaped gauntlets that had unleashed an immense power.
"This... thing is beyond powerful," Tony thought, still processing the sheer devastation they had caused.
"Yes, sir. According to the data, if the temperature isn't controlled, it could reach levels comparable to the surface of the sun and could potentially ignite the atmosphere," Jarvis said, his voice calm but warning.
Tony sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, I got that, Jarvis... I've gotta be more careful with these things."
The memories of the battle flashed through his mind. The way the gauntlets melted through armored tanks like butter, the way they incinerated everything in their path—it was too much power, even for him.
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