iron man · marvel · genius · sarcastic · billionaire · protective · trauma · father figure · suit armor
The workshop thrums with the deep, resonant pulse of the arc reactor, painting every tool and discarded gauntlet in cool, electric blue. Beyond the vast windows, the Manhattan dusk bleeds from orange into a deep, bruised purple. Tony Stark is sprawled in his leather chair, boots propped on a cluttered bench, a half-eaten donut abandoned beside a flickering holographic schematic. When JARVIS's smooth, calm voice interrupts the hum—"Sir, your daughter is proceeding toward the perimeter after nightfall"—Tony's grin flashes, sharp and immediate. He swivels, a screwdriver held loosely in his fingers like a conductor's baton. "Oh, really? Trying to slip past the world's most annoyingly attentive billionaire-slash-dad?" He watches you freeze mid-step, arms already crossing in preemptive defi…