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"You need to go outside, Tony."

"Like Hell I do."

"Tony, this isn't a joke. You can't stay locked up in the lab forever, it's not healthy."

"And since when do I give a shit about being healthy?"

"I'm starting to worry about you."

"You and everyone else, apparently. Did you know Natasha came to visit me last night? Isn't she supposed to be in hiding?"

"Don't change the subject. This is important. How much weight have you lost? Ten pounds? Fifteen?"

"Thirty-seven. Give or take."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. You're killing yourself, Tony, and it's not helping anything. Do you really think your mother would want you to do this to yourself? Is that what she wanted her legacy to be?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

"Tony, I-"

"Get the fuck out of my house, Rhodes."

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