Sick and Tired

[8]

"For the first time in over two weeks, the one and only Tony Stark has been spotted exiting his car towards SI headquarters, it is possible that the billio-"

"Tony, over here!"

"Your company's branch in Sweden has taken a beating with Iron Man's latest-"

"Are you available for a consultation with-"

"I am here today at the doors of SI with Tony Stark to possibly-"

"Mr Stark, a word with America's greatest talkshow would like to-"

"How do you intend to combat the sudden attacks Iron Man has made against your branches across Europe?"

"Please smile for the photo, sir!"

"Any explanation to the sudden fire between Stark Industries and Wakandan trade?"

It had been two weeks since he had stepped back into the public eye, and one week since he first intergraded into his Endo-Sym suit. His body's shape and overall health had been greatly improved ever since dawning it.

He had a word with Jarvis about that fact only a day after putting it on, and it was explained that the protocols within the coding of his suit were not only designed to keep him safe and alive in combat, but also to prolong it by any means necessary as keeping him safe was aligned with that belief.

He had just returned from a fairly boring 'interview' with a few people from SHIELD. Asking them questions and analyzing their every move to assure him they were not HYDRA. If they were proven innocent of such claims, as well as holding no valuable information, he let them off with a warning or two. Those that held even a sliver of information, with the help of the mind stone, had their heads probed for anything he could find. To keep his little game of a secret identity going, he had their memories of the invasive probing wiped. All they would remember were the generic questions he had asked all the others.

Fury could interrogate his agents all he wanted, they would all give him the same answer. It was the truth, of course.

"Tony Stark was only interviewing us on possible leads with Iron Man since the guy destroyed his branch in Sweden. The authorities don't deal with him, we do. Him asking us was a valid explanation. He was also debating on possibly hiring some of us part-time for security."

Now, back in his beloved New York at his tower, he felt more alive than ever. The never ending chatter of the city, and the bustling of the people and traffic would always be music to his ears. With the aid of those mind probes, he was getting closer to the tesseract.

Leaning towards the nearest camera, he smiled, "It's good to be back from my little vacation! As much as a break was needed, I did actually miss the work a bit. I have already addressed the issue in Sweden, and repairs have already gone underway to both fixing and upgrading the building.

"From what I've seen, Iron Man has always been a bad egg. He's destroyed and even ended many people's lives. I'll be looking into donating towards these people's recovery. You probably won't believe me, but I do have a significant dent in my wallet. I have opened the doors to a few of my company's minor branches already, actually! We've recently reconfigured all the unused storage units downstairs and turned them into shelters for the homeless and hungry. They're all running with certified staff, a bed, proper spaces for bathrooms, and a full pantry. To access these shelters, one only needs to find the bright red double doors that are standard in every single branch of Stark Industries."

A loud cheer erupted following the end of his words, smiles of all ages spread across the streets and reporters. To the public eye, he was perfect.