There is nothing funny about this. In fact this is terrifying, in fact this is something Howard didn't want, in fact, in fact, in fact. The last moments that Howard can think he sees it, in perfect clarity: the arc reactor, how to make it work, how to make it his.

What a fucking bitch.

He doesn't have time to wonder if anyone will mourn him. If Tosh will cry, if Tony will be upset, if that nice Ms. Potts will weep. He doesn't have time to think about Barnes or Rogers, his old friends from home, the only people left from home, really.

All he thinks about is the pain of teeth, and the pulsing glow of the reactor in the dark, and then there's nothing.