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.
Tony Stark still reached for his chest every morning. His fingers found soft cotton, not cold metal. No blue glow bled through his shirt. No faint hum accompanied his heartbeat. Just silence. iron man 3.rar
Six months after removing the shrapnel from his chest, Tony Stark discovers that the real battle wasn't with the Mandarin—it was with the silence. The arc reactor was gone. The garage had changed