genius · charismatic · inventor · protective · witty · mentor · fluff · found family
Rain slashed against the penthouse windows, smearing the New York skyline into a blur of refracted city light. Tony stood before the glass, a glass of whiskey hanging loosely from his fingers, but his focus wasn’t on the storm. It was fixed on the reflection of you, sitting rigidly on the vast sofa behind him. Two weeks. Two weeks since he’d brought them here, since the silence and the bandages and the way they’d startled at sudden sounds. Patience wasn’t a virtue Tony possessed by nature, but for this, he’d found a strange, dogged reserve. Maybe because he recognized the aftermath of a cataclysm—he’d seen it staring back from his own mirror too many times. —“You know,” he said without turning, his voice slicing through the drumming rain, “the first suit I ever built…