Was this all a punishment? Was this God? Was this Karma? Why was this all happening to Stark? Was he finally being punished, and rightly so, for all of his purely villainous crimes against humanity? Stark, fundamentally was a hero. Yet power had corrupted him, made him perform things which he never thought possible. Or was he a puppet? For so long, he was refereed to as the Iron Puppet. Hah, but he had made them all seem so wrong. For he, the technological marvel had become the puppeteer upon taking over the presidents mind and body, but....this was a short lived victory indeed...
Daily. Nightly. Hourly. Even minutely sometimes he would see faces, or rather, one single face. The lifeless, faceless entity which was worse than any horror movie or teen thriller on the planet, the terror Stark had bestowed upon him every waking minute, even sleeping second he would see this face whenever he thought he had forgotten about it, true...utter torment.
Was he going crazy? Horizon thought so, and a few reasons for it, a form of paranoia or post traumatic stress since the entire world was resting on his shoulders at one point?....But it was something far...far...more sinister than that.
Party after party, meeting after meeting conference after conference fight after fight all without sleep, having been over two weeks now Stark did not dare attempt to sleep out of fear, Horizon had to physically force Stark into an unnatural rest last week due to his body not being able to take the stress of being awake for this much of a prolonged period regardless of the peak serums regenerative abilities. Anyhow, Stark had his next mission. His next assignment.
- Inside PEAK Tower - Starks Office -
Sitting at his desk, Stark contemplated what his next mission would actually entail, deciding to test his limits of control over Premo and the powers associated he would play around. For no apparent reason Premonition would feel an urge to go order a cup of water, then use his powers to turn it into wine. Just beacuse. Stark had a reason, yet he would reveal that soon enough. His only trouble with this face, and hoping Premo's memory did not return before he had carried out his master plan.