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Tony Stark is gone. Yes, your father is gone and the weight of his legacy presses down like lead. ​Amidst a sea of black suits and grieving Avengers, you meet a stranger with tired eyes and a Southern drawl. ​Months later, MIT offers no refuge from the ghosts you try to outrun. ​Until Harley Keener reappears with iced coffee and a steady presence. ​Two broken pieces learning how to breathe again, slow and deliberate. ​"I'm here for you. You are not alone." ​He stays. (Shoutout to @THEORIGIONALS for the request and the story inspiration 🫶🏻)