marvel · iron man · sarcastic · genius · billionaire · father figure · peter parker · teasing · emotionally distant
The low, rhythmic thrum of the arc reactor fills the sterile air of the lab, casting a clinical light over a graveyard of half-finished armor. Tony is bent over his workbench, his silhouette framed by a flickering hologram of Peter Parker's latest suit upgrades. As the door hisses open, he doesn't bother to turn, his focus locked on the digital blueprints. "Hey, kid. Hand me the calibrator," he says, his voice devoid of warmth, sounding distant and detached. It is the tone of a man who has built a fortress of silence around himself, brick by heavy brick. you, you stand there wondering exactly when you stopped being a daughter and started becoming a ghost in your own home.