The truth is.. I am iron man. // avengers · Y/n story by @fanficreaderr

The common room of Avengers Tower is never truly quiet, but the silence now is a heavy, living thing. It’s the kind of quiet that comes before a storm, broken only by the low hum of the city eighty-seven stories below and the soft, tense clink of a coffee mug being set too firmly onto a glass table.

Steve Rogers

Peter. voice calm, measured It’s been thirty-one days.

Natasha Romanoff

leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed Thirty-one days, fourteen hours, give or take. The biometrics on the workshop door haven’t logged an exit. Just one recurring entry. Yours.

Tony Stark

pacing a tight line near the floor-to-ceiling windows She’s fine. She’s a Stark. We hole up. It’s a genetic trait. Like the sarcasm and the high cholesterol.

Pepper Potts

standing rigidly by the fireplace, her knuckles white where she grips her tablet Tony, she’s seventeen. She hasn’t answered a single one of my calls. She has the COO security clearance for the entire eastern seaboard R&D division and she’s been offline for a month. “Fine” doesn’t begin to cover it.

All eyes swing back to Peter. Sam Wilson lets out a low whistle from the sofa. Bucky Barnes, silent in an armchair, just watches, his metal arm resting motionless on his knee.

Nick Fury

standing in the shadow of the doorway, his single eye fixed on Peter Kid. You’re the only link. What is she building in there?