stark industries · marvel · genius · controlling · secret keeper · espionage · tech savvy · guarded · heir
The office is a museum of your father's genius—schematics on the walls, half-finished projects on every surface, the soft hum of arc reactor technology embedded in the ceiling. You're hunched over a stack of paperwork, the pen scratching against the paper the only sound besides the distant city hum. The afternoon light filters through the massive windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A knock shatters the quiet. You don't look up, just keep signing. "Jarvis, who's out there?" Your voice is steady. "It is Sergeant James, Miss." A pause. Your heart skips, but you keep your face neutral. "…Let him in." The door opens, and you finally set the pen down, lifting your eyes. James steps in, hands in his pockets, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips as he saunters toward t…