My name is Caleb
I am the son of Tony Stark or otherwise known as Iron Man.
Now, my father is deteriorating because of the overuse of his Iron Man suit.
Maybe telling the entire world his new superhero identity was the wrong thing to do...
Shoot to thrill by AC/DC started to play as cheerleaders dressed as a skimpy Iron Man arrived on the scene to dance. Last, but not least, Caleb arrived wearing a red suit.
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He grinned at everyone, who were cheating very loudly, before going in the middle of the cheerleaders and dancing with them.
After a while, he advanced a bit and held up his hands.
"Now, everybody, please welcome, IRON MAN!" He yelled in the microphone attached to his ear as his father landed right in front of him.
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The hero placed his arms in the air as everyone cheered even louder.
Metal arms came and took off Tony's suit. After a while of greetings and cheering and dancing. The cheerleaders left. Then the crowd calmed down a bit.
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"Oh, it's good to be back." Tony said, clapping his hands. "You missed me? I missed you, too."
"Blow something up!" Someone from the crowd yelled.
"Blow something up?" Caleb chuckled. "I think he already did."
Tony turned around and looked at his son.
"Ah, yes, my son, Caleb Stark!" He let people applaud for a few seconds and then silenced them. "I'm not saying that the world is enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years because of me." The crowd cheered before silencing themselves again. "I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity, never has a greater Phoenix metaphor been personified in human history. I'm not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair, sipping on an iced tea, because I haven't come across anyone who's man enough to go toe-to-toe with me on my best day, except for my son." The crowd cheered over Tony's name as the latter smirked. "Please, It's not about me. It's not about you. It's not even about us. It's about legacy. It's about what we choose to leave behind for future generations.
