The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow upon the desolate streets of New York state. Tony Stark, the enigmatic genius behind the iron-clad superhero known as Iron Man, stood amidst the ruins of an abandoned building. The air was thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories, a place far removed from any signs of life.
Tony's heart pounded in his chest as he surveyed the aftermath of his battle with an unknown villainous mastermind. The once-mighty antagonist now lay lifeless on the cold, unforgiving floor. The weight of his actions settled upon Tony's shoulders, reminding him of the fine line between hero and vigilante.
As he cautiously moved through the wreckage, a glimmer of light caught his eye. Intrigued, he followed it to a secluded corner of the building. There, he discovered a sight that both shocked and captivated him.
Chains, rusted and worn, bounded your bleeding wrists.