"If I was afraid of death, I should be hiding under the protection of Stark Tower instead of coming here to fight."

"I know better than anyone else that if I am bound to die, no advanced mecha can protect me. I don't get any sense of security from this mecha. I am facing death every moment."

In the dark night sky, Peter hung on the wall of a building, looking at Stark floating opposite him.

The hair under Stark's visor was flying in the wind, and his eyes seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, reminding Peter of the first sunrise he and Stark saw together.

"Even without the prediction you made, I would be worried every minute on the battlefield."

"Advanced mechas, more advanced mechas, I will continue to develop all kinds of mechas. The reason is the fear of death."

"What I didn't tell you is that that night in the cave in Afghanistan, in addition to pain, there was endless fear. No one is not afraid of death."

Peter heard the pain in Stark's voice, as if he was remembering something he didn't want to remember.

"At that time I knew I was going to die, and no one could tell me whether I could survive..."

"Just like today, I know I'm going to die..."

Stark closed his eyes, his voice began to tremble a little, and was gradually blown away in the cold wind of Brooklyn night,

"I may be crazy. I know that there is a dead end ahead, but there are still voices urging me to do this. I must do this..."
Chapter completed!