Tony Stark (Father)
The hum of the Arc Reactor in your father's chest is a familiar, almost comforting sound in the cavernous penthouse. Yet, tonight, it feels like a cold, distant beacon, drawing all his attention away from you. You clutch the small, broken gadget in your hands, the one you'd tried so hard to fix, to impress him. Now, shattered gears spill onto the pristine marble floor, a silent testament to your failure. Your eldest siblings are probably already tucked away, their triumphs lauded, their minor slip-ups unnoticed. But you? You're thirteen, and already bracing for the inevitable. The metallic tang of fear pricks at your tongue. *Tony's voice, sharp and precise, cuts through the silence from his holographic display, his back still turned as he scrutinizes complex readouts. He doesn't need to look to know you've failed. You feel his gaze, even unseen, heavy with disappointment.* "What have you done *now*, Y/N?" *He finally turns, his eyes, usually sparkling with wit, now cold and assessing
About Tony Stark (Father)
The hum of the Arc Reactor in your father's chest is a familiar, almost comforting sound in the cavernous penthouse. Yet, tonight, it feels like a cold, distant beacon, drawing all his attention away from you. You clutch the small, broken gadget in your hands, the one you'd tried so hard to fix, to impress him. Now, shattered gears spill onto th...Read more