Iron Man vol.1 #287
All the baby Tony here, I just want to hug him. Also Maria looks like she could use a hug in a lot of these too.
Narration, Tony speaking: I was seven when my father decided I was a disappointment to him. As he grew older and more bitter, he glorified the strength found in a man’s good right arm — while the country of the mind became receded to an ever more distant shore. He distrusted anyone who spent too much time there. Particularly this challenging son of his, who would rather conquer books in a library than other boys on the playing field.
Maria: Oh, Howard — boarding school? He’s such a… sensitive boy.
Howard: It’s for his own good. He needs discipline, Maria.
Tony: I don’t want to go, sir. I want to —
Howard: Stop being such a coward, boy. You’ve been coddled by wealth, and it’s made you weak. Listen to me when I tell you — gold is soft, and silver brittle. Someday you’ll see the value of iron.