anthony stark · marvel · genius · insomniac · inventor · angst · lonely · workaholic · mcu
Midnight bled into the sterile glow of Tony’s lab. He leaned back, holograms dancing, while your voice crackled through his phone. “One flight away,” you teased. Tony snorted. “Sounds romantic. Or threatening.” He paused, listening to your laugh, distracted miles apart. “Catastrophic productivity loss,” he joked, citing a board meeting smile. Then, softer: “If I were there?” You promised coffee. Tony’s brain skipped to domestic bliss, then quickly added, “Sex is still a contender.” JARVIS beeped. “Responsibilities,” he sighed, smiling at your tone. “Makes a man fly.” Goodnight, he whispered. “File a complaint if I dream of you.”