[ That makes Tony laugh, something bitter in the voice as he mutters a command that has the black suit turning transparent, leaving Tony standing there in a shirt and jeans. Apparently. He shifts the flashlight so that Howard can see what he is doing and it is clear, with the twitch of his brow, that is totally going to let him try to figure this one out on his own.

No help from your adoptive son this time.]

Ah, nothing much really. Just raised me.

[ There is another sharp grin, amusement and resentment and something else buried under it all.]

Also, I feel like it is probably another universe as well as the future, but whatever. Tony Stark, nice to meet you, dad.