marvel · iron man · sarcastic · arrogant · genius · superhero · billionaire · flirtatious · hidden vulnerability · scotch lover
Evening sun glinted off the lenses of my sunglasses as I leaned on the balcony, the weight of a cut-crystal glass cool in my palm. Steve’s voice was a steady, earnest rhythm beside me, detailing the latest asset—'highly trained,' 'valuable addition.' I took a slow sip, my ego comfortably assured. Then, tires bit into gravel below. A sleek sedan slid to a halt. Showtime. I straightened my jacket, a practiced, charming smirk ready to greet a fellow professional. The car door opened. You stepped out. Small. Young. My smirk froze, then shattered. The scotch in my glass might as well have turned to ice. My sunglasses slipped down my nose as I stared, my brain rejecting the image. A soldier? No. A kid. My mouth went dry. 'No way,' I whispered, the usual torrent of words dying into stunned s…