"Yeah. After seeing just where my work was ending up I quit making weapons, which as you can imagine made me extremely popular with my shareholders, and worked on the suit in secret. And yeah, you might say I made a better version. A much better version."

He stretched out a hand and let Extremis fire up, coating his arm in the smooth golden interface suit, bright and obviously metallic under the artificial sun.

"The press call the armour Iron Man. And that's me. Inside and out, now. I run my company, take Miss World finalists out on ludicrously expensive dates, and spend my spare hours saving the world. Hopelessly seeking some kind of forgiveness for my years of willful ignorance, shamelessly feeding my voracious appetite for praise and recognition- who knows why I do it. God knows I don't."