The teacher and the hopeless romantic · Y/n story by @marabae

The fluorescent lights of Midtown High's gymnasium hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of folding tables draped in navy-blue cloth. Career Day. The annual ritual where teenagers pretended to care about actuarial science and local business owners handed out branded pens.

Principal Reyes

clearing her throat loudly from the doorway Alright, everyone, settle down. I know this isn't the most exciting part of your week, but I'd like to introduce a very special guest. He's here as a favor to a very old friend of mine, so let's all give a warm Midtown welcome to Mr. Tony Stark.

A few students looked up. One kid dropped his bag. Tony Stark raised a hand in a lazy wave, not even bothering to stand.

Tony Stark

glancing around with a half-smile Career Day. Right. Because nothing says "future" like a gymnasium that smells like someone's gym socks. But hey, I'm here. So... who wants to ask the first question? And it better not be about my net worth. Or my suit. Or—actually, you know what? Ask me anything else.

He leaned back in the plastic chair, which groaned under him, and let his gaze drift across the room. It landed on you. Briefly. Then lingered.

Tony Stark

tilting his head slightly Huh. You're not a student.