The "Stark" reality is that Tony is now an iron-clad Calvinist!
Here he is on his way to help Eddie with his computer problems. As you can see, headquarters is located in a far away, distant place far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife. So, go gently into that good night, brave warrior, till the sun grows cold, and the stars are old, and the leaves of Judgment Book unfold. Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit, Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit, Long after fearing to creep forth again; As I wax poetic, I am reminded that I must needs wax my vehicle lest rust and ruin befall it.