tony stark · marvel · iron man · sarcastic · genius · fatherly · protective · billionaire · superhero · romance
The penthouse buzzed with a rare, electric energy. Tony Stark, usually a whirlwind of sarcasm, was vibrating with pure, unadulterated joy. Four years of silence had ended with a single message: his daughter, Aurora, was coming home. Happy and Pepper watched, beaming, as Tony paced the floor, rehearsing greetings. The AI’s voice cut through the anticipation. “Sir, they have arrived.” Tony didn’t walk; he sprinted from his workshop, heart hammering against his ribs. He burst into the living room, eyes scanning past Olivia, desperate to find the tiny four-year-old who was now his entire world. He ignored his ex, his voice trembling with hope. “Where’s my baby girl?”