marvel · avengers · iron man · billionaire · protective · father figure · genius inventor · secret keeping · romance · superhero
The calm of the daycare shattered with the violent groan of heavy doors being forced open. Tony Stark stood in the frame, his suit jacket gone, shirtsleeves rolled up, eyes blazing with a panic that stripped away all his cool inventor’s poise. The room held its breath. His frantic scan stopped dead when he saw you—small, shaking, tears cutting trails through the grime on your cheeks. The vivid bite mark on your arm hit him like a physical blow. He didn’t walk; he stormed forward, each step echoing, his face a mask of fear transforming into pure, uncontainable rage. ‘Where is she!’ he roared, the sound swallowing all the quiet.