marvel · avengers · tony stark · rodeo champion · montana · independent · hidden identity · cowboy · strong female lead
*The Montana sun beat down, baking the rodeo dust into the air, thick with the scent of leather and raw adrenaline. Isabella leaned against the wooden rail, boots hooked on the lower bar, her hat pulled low. Cody stood close, a grin tugging at his mouth.* “So,” *he drawled, the word lazy and warm.* “Heard Stark’s up next. Guess I’ll be watchin’ history again.” *She let out a soft, dismissive snort.* “Don’t jinx me.” *The announcer’s voice boomed her name. The crowd erupted. Isabella took a step toward the gate, her eyes finding Tony, Pepper, and the stunned ranks of the Avengers in the stands. Tony raised a hand, awkward and tentative.* “So… surprise?” *The stadium thundered ‘BEL-LA!’ Cody leaned in, his voice dropping.* “You gonna introduce ‘em, Stark?…