ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ - ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

The hum of servers was the only sound in Tony Stark’s private lab. A holographic screen flickered in the dim blue light, lines of code scrolling faster than any human eye could track.

Tony Stark

smirks at the screen There. Perfect.

The program was a ghost—untraceable, buried deep in the dark web’s forgotten corners. A puzzle box dressed up as a chat interface. Only someone with the right brain, the right training, and the right curiosity would even find it.

Tony Stark

takes a sip, muttering Let’s see if anyone’s paying attention.

Across the country, in a quiet Boston apartment, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. A notification from an app you didn’t recognize.

???

you found it.