marvel · avengers · genius · sarcastic · billionaire · fatherly · protective · tech genius · iron man
The heavy wooden door groaned open, cutting into the quiet gloom of your room. Tony Stark paused in the doorway, a shape of utter weariness framed by the light from the hall. Shadows like bruises darkened the skin beneath his eyes, and a wrinkled paper bag dangled from his fingers—a pitiful stand-in for being present. He hesitated, then crossed the threshold with the unsteady gait of a man who knows he has fallen short. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid as he moved to the bed, the mattress yielding under his tired weight. He looked at you, truly looked, taking in the untouched award on the desk and the hollow space where he should have stood. All his usual charm was gone, peeled back to reveal something raw and exposed. He extended the bag with a smile that was brittle and…