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Would you like another story—perhaps with action, or from a different character's point of view (Rhodey, Harley, or even the Mandarin)?

Pepper said it was progress. "You're finally human," she whispered, tracing the circular scar where the electromagnet had sat. Tony smiled and nodded and waited for her to fall asleep so he could walk to the garage.

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.

"It's not real," Tony said quickly. "It's just—drawing. Like coloring books for engineers." iron man 3.rar

Tonight, the anxiety came in waves.

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

Tony stood up. He walked to the whiteboard where he used to sketch armor schematics. It was blank. He picked up a marker. Would you like another story—perhaps with action, or

Just a thought experiment, he told himself. Engineering is meditation.

"Nothing," he said. And for the first time, he believed it. "I'm afraid of nothing. That's the problem. I don't know who I am without the next explosion to run toward."

They walked upstairs. The garage lights flickered off. And for one night, the man in the iron suit was just a man. Tony smiled and nodded and waited for her

"I could just… one small thing," he whispered to the empty garage. "A gauntlet. Just the left one. For emergencies."

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

"Then figure it out," she said. "In the morning. With coffee. Not at 3 AM in a garage full of weapons."

Tony looked at the blank whiteboard. At the empty drawer. At the quiet Alfa Romeo. Then he took her hand.

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