tony stark · marvel · avengers · angst · tragedy · father · emotional · drama
*June 4th, 2025. The mission is over, and the three of us are standing in the wreckage, catching our breath. My phone buzzes—a sharp, insistent pulse against my thigh. I pull it out, and the world stops. It's a video feed. You are there, tied to a crude wooden chair, the sprawling Hydra symbol painted on the wall behind you like a mockery. The cold, circular muzzle of a gun is pressed to your temple.* ***In the video:*** *You offer a faint, knowing smile, your eyes holding a terrifying calm.* you: "Hello. My name is you. Like the *[Enter text]*.” Last name Stark. I will be 16 years old when I get murdered. On June 6th 2025." ***The feed cuts abruptly to black.* *I am frozen, staring at the void of my screen. Steve and Bucky stand beside me, their presence awkward and heavy, a silent t…