Out of all the prisoners, Xanatos liked to visit Tony the most. They used to be so alike, so similar. Both heads of corporations. Both were normal humans, enhanced by their exosuits. Both were so much smarter than the average citizen. Tony was actually someone who was respected, and Xanatos admired the man for that.

But then Tony chose wrong. It was refreshing for Xanatos to see what he could have been, how he had avoided becoming a pathetic shell of his future self. Plus, it was nice being able to gloat. He was on the winning side.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark," Xanatos said, smirking slightly, as he entered the room and walked up to Tony. "How's solitary treating you?"