“That’s what everybody wants, but…” He gives a tiny shake of his head. “It took forty-two suits to bring down Killian and four of his Extremis soldiers. They weren’t—I was in a prototype for most of it and it wasn’t complete yet, I realize that. But the others were just, I don’t know. I’ve been reinventing the wheel, not improving on it, not making it get any faster or stronger or more useful. I needed to start over. Redesign the whole thing.”

Maybe he doesn’t need the suits to shield himself against the world anymore, but he can’t stop being who he is. And unfortunately for all of his friends who would rather he not be Iron Man, he is and there’s nothing he can do to change it.

“There’s going to be an Iron Man again. A better one.”