Anthony Edward Stark

Tony shut the door behind him and stayed by it because...wow. It was like stepping into something sepia toned. The appliances were modern, but this place still felt old and dark. Maybe it was the old photos laying around. Or the commendations. Or maybe it was just Tony Stark seeing things that weren't there.

He felt suddenly like he was intruding.

"I'm not going to say that I'm sorry for barging in on you... I'm not sorry. I probably should have called first. It's bothering me. I don't like it when stuff bothers me."