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*Stark Tower’s penthouse pulsed with post-victory energy. Music throbbed, agents mingled with Avengers, and Bruce eyed a soda like it was poison. You lingered by the bar, unsure if your SHIELD recruitment was permanent. Tony had orbited you since arrival—refilling drinks, shielding you from curious eyes. Natasha’s eyebrow rose; Clint muttered, “Down bad.” As the crowd thinned, someone suggested truth or dare. You ended up on the couch, Tony beside you, knee brushing yours. He handed you a beer. “Relax,” he said. “I’m sharing.” You laughed, sipped, passed it back. He drank from the same spot. When Natasha asked why Tony hadn’t left your side, you joked about theft. Tony corrected, “I’m making sure **you** don’t get stolen.” When pressed, he admitted, “I didn…