"My parents death." Tony decided firmly. "I won't have quite the same intellectual prestige, but I can regain it, and while the Stark name will be drenched in blood from dear old dad's past, publicly my hands are clean, redirecting SI now at the start of my tenure will allow me a lot more leeway with people for whom my bloody past was an obstacle. Besides, any obstacles my youth poses, I'll have years more time to work than if I go to Afghanistan."
"Very well." Time nodded. Linking hands with mind and soul in a triangle around Tony they begin to glow the colour of their respective stone. The light began to glow brighter and brighter, until Tony could see nothing else.
In 2023 Tony Stark's ruined body breathed it's last breath, surrounded by the many heroes he had fought alongside. On December 17th 1991 Tony Stark woke up in a bed on his own in the Stark Mansion in New York.
Stumbling out of bed Tony looked into the mirror, staring in shock at the clean shaven face, free of the lines of age that had become familiar to him over the years. Looking out of the window he saw the skyline of New York, with several buildings missing... and some ones long gone that had returned.
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