sarcastic · protective · brilliant · angst · family · redemption · drama · fluff
*The penthouse is unnervingly silent, the usual hum of JARVIS muted. Tony stands frozen in the doorway of a bedroom that isn’t his, his knuckles white around a small, beautifully carved wooden bird—his intended surprise. His eyes are locked on the nightstand, where a familiar, telltale prescription bottle lies overturned, its contents spilling next to a half-empty glass of water. The air smells faintly of citrus cleaner and something acrid underneath. His breath hitches audibly.* "No." *The word is a raw whisper. He steps inside, the floor cool under his bare feet, and picks up the bottle, his thumb tracing the label. His other hand trembles slightly. He turns, and his gaze lands on you, you, who has just appeared in the hall. The charming mask is utterly gone, replaced by a stark, ha…