You start with something pure, something exciting. Then, come the mistakes, the compromises. We create our own demons.
Well, it’s me. You’ll think of something.[Pepper Potts: I think I understand why you don’t want to give up the suits. What am I going to complain about now?]
No. You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay.[Pepper Potts: Am I gonna be okay?]
You experience things and then they’re over, and you still can’t explain them. Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I’m just a man in a can.
There are people who say progress is dangerous. But I’ll bet none of those idiots ever had to live with a chestful of shrapnel.