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Hunched over the dining room table, a three year old Tony Stark considers the display in front of him with great scrutiny. Pleased, his eyes light up and he straightens. With nothing but an hour and a screwdriver, he has taken the radio from the den apart. Fit to burst with pride, he slowly and carefully clambered down from the chair he was standing on. He wanted to show his Papa, wanted his father to be proud of him. Then maybe he would watch and even help him put it back together! His gaze searched the room and, as fate would have it, Howard Stark was walking down the hall at that exact moment with a paper rolled under his arm and a glass