I've been reading Ironman since the 60's. I love the character. I love the man who is so smart and yet so broken inside, so stupid he cannot see his own heart, so confused that the only way he get up in the morning is with a drink. That's not me. But that was my step father. And in some ways, I guys a lot of who I became when I 'grew up'. These tales, this time through reminded me of my journey to where I am now and the little things we must do to ourselves to protect ourselves. These three tales are so beautiful and touching. So might say a bit trite, but I feel there had so much heart and sensitivity and love in them. Two boys from New York respecting and supporting each other. One guy alone, learning who he is and how he is and learning to keep on going. Learning that live is worth living and that we don't have to work at destroying our selves to do well. No matter what we did before. Life can have good purpose and no one needs to get hurt. Not even Ironman. Stories very well told. Thank you Marvel.