Tony Stark stood in his office, facing his uncle, Obadiah Stane. The tension between them was palpable, and the air was thick with unspoken words.
"Tony, you're making a huge mistake," Obadiah said, his voice rising in anger. "Shutting down the weapons division will ruin Stark Industries. We're talking about millions of dollars in revenue, Tony. Millions."
Tony's expression remained firm, his jaw set in determination. "I've made up my mind, Obadiah. It's final."
Obadiah's face turned red with rage, his eyes bulging from their sockets. "You're just going to throw away everything we've built? You're going to ruin the company your father founded? The company that I helped build from the ground up?"
Tony's eyes flashed with anger, his voice rising to match Obadiah's. "My father would never have wanted us to profit from war and suffering. I'm doing what's right, Obadiah. I'm doing what my father would have wanted me to do."
Obadiah sneered, his lip curling up in disdain. "You're just a naive idealist, Tony. You don't know how the world works. You don't know what it takes to be successful in business."
Tony's voice grew louder, his words tumbling out in a passionate rush. "I know that I don't want to be responsible for killing innocent people. I won't let you bully me into changing my mind, Obadiah. I won't let you manipulate me into doing something that goes against my values."
Obadiah's face turned purple with rage, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. "You're making a big mistake, Tony. A big mistake. You'll regret this. Mark my words."
The argument continued, with neither side willing to give in. The tension between them grew thicker, until it seemed to vibrate with electricity. Finally, Tony stormed out of the office, leaving Obadiah fuming.
As Tony walked away, he couldn't help but think that he had made the right decision. He was determined to follow his conscience, no matter what Obadiah or anyone else thought.
He walked out of the building, into the bright sunlight, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that he had made a difficult decision, but he was confident that it was the right one.
He got into his car and drove home, his mind still reeling from the argument with Obadiah. He couldn't believe that his uncle had reacted so strongly to his decision.
When he arrived home, he went straight to his workshop, where he began working on his latest project - the Mark 2 suit.
"Jarvis, I need your help," Tony said, his voice still shaking with anger.
"Of course, sir," Jarvis replied, his voice calm and soothing. "What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to help me design a new propulsion system for the Mark 2 suit," Tony said, his eyes scanning the blueprints on his workbench.
"Yes, sir," Jarvis said, his voice efficient. "I'll get right on it."
As Tony worked on the Mark 2 suit, he couldn't help but think about the argument with Obadiah. He knew that his uncle would never understand why he had made the decision to shut down the weapons division.
But Tony didn't care. He knew that he had done the right thing, and that was all that mattered.