Satar was wrong about Stark. He wasn't arrogant, the word itself implied an exaggerated sense of one's own importance or abilities.
Stark knew he was great.
Nothing was beyond his grasp.
No task too big. No ambition too tall.
He had kidnapped two President's in his lifetime and not a single soul had figured it out until he had allowed them. He had triggered a war which resulted in the now mutant Utopia of Venezuela existing and even to this day nobody had known he was the culprit. He had become the President of the United States and used it for his own gain. Stark could achieve anything, even using the immortal Sanguine lineage to fake his own death. Anthony did not need 'validation'... He was beyond such human desires... Although Satar was right about one thing - Stark did see him as a rat, beneath this battle and beneath him. Buildings could be rebuilt. Peak International was a momentary block of concrete erected for a fleeting moment in Stark's life.
And it appeared, as it were, that the moment had just ended.
"Horizon, what's inside that car?"
Stark watched as the vehicle drove to the side of Peak International, knowing the answer before Horizon had replied. A rat like Satar wouldn't drop some small explosive, he wanted to send a message the only way he knew how.
-- It appears to be a bomb of some nuclear capacity, sir. I am speeding up your thought processes so we can discuss a solution to this problem --
Suddenly the vehicle slowed down to a delicate halt, barely moving as the world paused. Stark's mind going far faster than even the flapping of a butterflies wings. "Horizon, can I still survive a nuclear bomb? I've tanked two correct? How far can I extend my teleportation field? Say I do not succeed... How many lives will I be risking?" Horizon replied instantly.
-- Indeed sir, you have survived two nuclear attacks at point blank. One from Amaranth and the other from the Gothic City 'hero' known as Dark Vengeance. But it must be noted you almost died twice and had friends to assist you. Secondly, your teleportation field can extend to 98% of Peak International's grounds. I estimate exactly 53 casualties --
"Option two, then. 53 lives aren't worth risking mine."
And just like that, with a calamitous roar, Anthony Stark and 98% of his workforce vanished in the blink of an eye, Peak International becoming nothing more than a pile of dust and rubble.
Many miles away, Peak International London HQ
"Everybody, calm down."
Stark retracted his armour as it seeped back into his skin, looking at the surviving Peak International members. All of them were rightly panicked, shocked, alarmed, and every other word possible which could describe just surviving a nuclear bomb and only doing so because they were close enough to be ported away. Stark folded his arms. "We'll rebuild, that's what we always do. Some of you were employed during my Peak Industries time. Some of you moved to Kamelot, remember how that got destroyed? Avalon rose from the ashes. It's just a building... Horizon already hired you some London hotels, go clean yourselves up."
Leaving, Stark had other concerns. He teleported away and back to the broken Peak International, looking at his HUD.
"Do you remember that book we stole from Antonia? The one which she was given by Andres. I think it's time we called one of the dapper Knightfall's abomination's and put it to good use. Get me it's number."
-- Understood... Mr Stark.. --