The battle was over. The enemy was in full retreat.
Behind the military camp.
Captain America exclaimed, "Tony is the real deal—a bona fide superhero."
"High-precision, single-unit destructive power… this is incredible."
Only now did Captain America realize that Tony's technology was a form of dimensional strike for human warfare.
During the Battle of New York, the heroes had faced the Chitauri and other aliens.
They had even encountered a massive creature, reminiscent of Thor from Norse mythology.
So…
Even after watching the entire war unfold,
Captain America admitted what he truly felt:
It didn't feel real.
It felt more like pure science fiction or myth—like watching a movie.
Then he saw Tony piloting the Mark II through the battlefield.
He was deeply moved.
Howard, the head of armaments, also brightened.
"If this tech didn't exist seventy years from now…"
But now…
"There are only a hundred units… no, maybe just fifty!"
"That alone could end a world war completely!"
Howard shivered at the thought.
He wanted to travel seventy years into the future immediately, grab his son, and ask him how he had created such a perfect weapon.
…
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Director Nick Fury nodded.
Compared to their S.H.I.E.L.D. arsenal,
Tony's weapon had already reached the pinnacle.
And S.H.I.E.L.D.'s weapons had been decades in the making.
Yet Tony—the genius—had started from zero.
Created a twisted, single-soldier combat system like the Mark II… in under four months.
That was… insane.
Nick Fury couldn't help but sigh.
"Tony is a genius!!!"
…
Asgard.
Thor, Odin, Loki, and the others weren't overly concerned with the destruction Tony caused.
After all, when Thor wielded Mjolnir, two swings could unleash lightning capable of killing nearly a hundred people, all from the Nine Realms with strong physiques and special abilities.
If these Ten Commandments gang members were Thor's opponents…
Even their leader would smack himself twice, wondering why he provoked such a force.
Thor didn't care about the damage Mark II caused.
He was more curious about when Tony had even managed to create this weapon.
He understood that enemies might risk harming civilians to gain a lifeline.
So Tony had added a super-AI capable of analyzing enemy imagery into the weapon system.
The fired weapons were precise enough to ensure civilians were unharmed.
It wasn't that Thor couldn't do this himself—his magic and godly power just weren't refined enough.
Mjolnir's strikes were area attacks, devastating all enemies in a zone.
If all hostages were in that area, Thor could not act without risking innocent lives.
He wasn't like a counterterrorism force that kills hostages for the sake of an operation.
He, Thor, would never do that.
So, seeing Tony target enemies with perfect precision, Thor was moved.
He thought, One day, if I go to Earth, I'll definitely seek advice from Tony.
…
Stark Tower.
Watching Tony's bravery on the screen, the three onlookers—Pepper, Rhodes, and Fury—felt a mix of awe and unease.
Yes.
Heroes descended like gods.
Alone, carving a path through the enemy's lair.
Explosions behind them… yet real men never look back.
It looked cool.
But now, Tony faced an even more pressing problem.
He stared at J.A.R.V.I.S.'s screen showing the progress of infiltrating the company computers.
His heartbeat quickened.
He truly did not want Obama to turn into a morally corrupt arms dealer selling to terrorists.
That would break him.
Ding.
J.A.R.V.I.S. retrieved all the latest shipping manifests.
Tony examined them carefully.
It was obvious.
Some data discrepancies occurred every year.
This suggested that weapon losses weren't a recent issue.
Perhaps it had been happening for years.
Perhaps… even during Obama's early tenure, he had secretly begun doing this.
At that moment, Pepper reviewed Obama's activities over the past six months.
Even his daily habits were scrutinized.
Pepper hesitated, then spoke.
"Tony… Obama's flight records over the past six months look odd."
"Logically, the number of times he could have flown—between cities, attending shareholder meetings, military and political engagements—is limited."
"And the variance in his flight frequency is unusually small. That's strange."
"Disregarding everyday needs, I still consider this an abnormal pattern."
At that moment, Colonel Rhodes hurried in.
"Tony, something's happened."
"I sent a few staff to follow Obama. He was relaxed at first, but suddenly became alert."
"After a while, he eliminated my men. That old man is definitely up to something!!!"
Tony processed all the information, eyes full of thought.
Finally, he closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and said:
"Arrest Obama."
…
Some time later, Obama was brought before Tony.
He was utterly bewildered.
Obama had originally planned to take two supermodels to a house outside the city for a private party.
Who would have guessed?
Just as he brought one to the car, ready to leave for a hotpot dinner and singing…
He was suddenly intercepted by the military and brought before Tony.
Crucially, his head was still covered with a burlap hood, as if he had committed a crime.
Obama lifted the hood, looking innocent.
"Tony, what's going on? What trick are you playing this time?"
Tony was not fooled.
He had just watched the footage of Obama evading military surveillance.
Tony stared into Obama's eyes.
"Why?"
Obama clapped his hands and explained.
"Hey, those people monitoring me were sent by you."
"I thought it was minor."
"We're arms dealers, so we have to be cautious."
"Your new recruits weren't professional. I spotted them immediately."
"I sensed trouble, so I eliminated them when I had the chance."
"Really, Tony… all this over such a small thing?"
Tony ignored the excuses, handing over the abnormal flight data of Obama from the past six months.
He repeated the same question:
"Why?"
Obama took the report, glanced at the data, and his expression flickered before he masked it.
He forced a smile all men would understand.
"Hey, you know… I found some nice spots recently. As a man, you always bring a high-flying flag home, right? Don't tell your wife."
He even faked a few coughs.
Tony ignored the rhetoric and produced the final piece of evidence:
The abnormal weapons shipment manifests.
Every discrepancy had been handled by Obama or his people.
Tony stared at Obama's terrified eyes, unhurried, and repeated:
"Why?"
Obama took the list, panicked.
He bit his teeth and slapped himself several times.
"Yes! I did it!"
"I let greed blind me, let profit drive me, only thinking of money!"
"I secretly sold weapons without your consent! I was wrong!"
He slapped himself again.
"Tony, it's all my fault. Do as you wish!"
"Tony, I was wrong. Please forgive me!"
Obama became increasingly dramatic.
Even from the corner of his eye, he shed a few tears.
His expression was genuine.
His words touched others.
It seemed he truly realized his mistake.
Like a prodigal son returning.
But… an apology?
He casually walked away.
Did he realize his mistake?
Absolute nonsense.
Everything Obama had done was a gamble.
He bet Tony would only notice the surface problem, not the real severity.
He bet Tony's anger would be temporary.
He bet Tony would remember their past relationship and eventually shrug it off.
He bet this incident would escalate from a major issue to nothing.
And now, the immediate crisis had passed.
Obama vowed to do everything to make Tony Stark—and those present—happy.
Everything would disappear.
The truth was laid bare.
Those who knew about it no longer needed to exist.
Obama wept quietly, hiding all his thoughts.
Now, he had to act as a remorseful man, recognizing his mistakes.
He looked at Tony with pleading, pitiful eyes.
Hurry, Tony.
It's your turn.
To say, "Let it go," or "I still forgive you."
I swear, after that… it will be easier.
Obama stared at Tony.
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