The afternoon, several days later, Jay and Charlotte was shopping for Christmas when his phone buzz. Taking it out and checking, a huge grin made its way up his face, Charlotte seeing this curiously ask.

"What with that look? Did something good happen?"

While she can read his mind but she have learn to control her power and not invade the privacy of other. Jay while still has a happy smile on his face just give a vague answer.

"An idiot just send me some money that all"

The card and bank account, as byproducts create by the system is untraceable and can't be frozen, quite the convenient feature.

So Jay is not worry of someone know the account cause they can't be relate to him at all.

Charlotte hearing his answer asks seriously.

"Did you bully someone? It not nice to do that!"

Jay awkwardly scratches his head answering.

"You don't need to be worry about him, he the richest, wait no, second richest person in the world"

Jay was going to say Tony is the richest, but remembering a certain king that like to dress up as a cat and run around.

Charlotte still suspicious of him, pout and ran ahead. Jay a little indignant follows her while cursing in his head.

'Tony you rich bastard!'

Tony who was sitting in his lab at home suddenly sneeze.

"Are you ok, Tony?"

Pepper asks worried. Tony just waved his hand signal her not to worry.

"Back to the topic at hand, I'm trying to make you CEO. Why don't you let me?"

"Have you been drinking?"

"Chlorophyll. Also I hereby irrevocably appoint you chairman and CEO of Stark Industries effective immediately. Yeah, done deal. Okay? I’ve actually given this a fair amount of thought, believe it or not. Doing a bit of headhunting, so to speak, trying to figure out who a worthy successor would be. And then I realized it’s you. It’s always been you. "

Saying Tony took a bottle from a nearby counter and pours the champagne inside out. Pepper sits down, shocked and confused.

"I thought there’d be a legal issue, but actually I’m capable of appointing my successor. My successor being you. "

He hands her a glass but she doesn’t take it.

"So..... Congratulations? Take it, just take it."

"I... I don't know what to think"

"Don't think, drink. Here"

The sound of glass hitting rang at in the basement.

In a cold land thousand miles away, in an old crumbling house.

An old man is lying on a steel bed, slowly took a breath but with each breath the life on his face slowly fade away. On a table nearby a bearded man is tinkering with a round object.

On the TV, a man, Tony Stark is giving a press conference.

"I am Iron Man"

The old man with a distraught expression slowly speaks.

"Ivan. That should be you."

The bread man reply back with worry in his voice.

“Don’t listen to that crap"

"I’m sorry. All I can give you is my knowledge."

A sorry and sad look flash in his eyes but before he can said anything more, the old man coughs and take his last breath on this mortal coil.

The beard man, Ivan Vanko is naturally distraught. Takes a swig of vodka. Pulls out blueprints for an arc reactor exactly like Tony.

Meanwhile in Brazil, a coke bottle looking a bit greener then normal is being ship off to America.