"Happy?" said a voice from the doorway.
The garage had changed. No suits lined the walls. No Dum-E holding a fire extinguisher in nervous anticipation. Just tools. Grease. A half-built engine for a 1982 Alfa Romeo that would never run. 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?" "Happy