"Oh no," Tony corrected, "I'm definitely homesick and I am from one of the places with the aliens, wannabe gods, and zombies. It's all in what you're used to and besides. I miss my toys. This place? A definite step down from my tower. I really miss my car collection. A lot. Working for a living though? Not too bad. My fiancee is really enthused about starting over. It's been a while since I had the chance to get in on something from the ground up."
He had inherited Stark Industries. True, Tony had made it what it was today, but it was still his father's original model. There were touches of Tony in the infrastructure -Tony had been the one to instigate an outsider as CEO in the form of Pepper Potts- yet he knew as well as anyone else did that the company had come from Howard first. Tony was merely building on the ground floor his father had laid out before he was born which was galling.
Tony didn't need to follow in his father's footsteps. He could do it on his own. He was a genius of the sort Howard had never been in spite of allusions to the contrary. Between the two of them, Tony was more of an egomaniac yet still deserved it more than Howard ever could have. Howard hadn't been limited by his time. He'd been limited by himself. There had been lines he'd refused to cross which Tony didn't have the same hesitation in regards to because he knew it could always be worse. There were cases where a man had to cross a few lines to make the world a better place. It wasn't easy being a hero.
Chuckling, he moved to sit on the bench beside her feet. His suit mimicked the action by sitting on the other side of her legs. Tony paid it no attention as he studied her face. She looked sad. The kind of sad he didn't know how to deal with...
"I'm sorry you're feeling the burn right now, but if you want to reminisce about New York? I'm good for it. Been my home all my life except for college and a brief fling with a Malibu beach house. Well. Mansion. House. They're all the same thing: roof over a guy's head, windows, doors, walls to box him in. Some are just a little more decked out than others. I'm a guy who likes all the toys. It is rough living in the equivalent of government housing here. I never thought I'd see a day when my college digs were better than my adult living space."
Tony shrugged, "It'll get better once we get established, I figure. I'm here for the long haul or planning for it thanks to my fiancee who is quite the planner. What do you miss from home specifically? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? House? Car? Pet? I can work with you on a few of those, but some are trickier than others. I'm a genius, not a miracle worker."