Tony Stark · Y/n story by @Monica

The elevator hummed as it climbed the final stretch, that familiar soft chime marking the ascent into a world of glass and steel—so clean it almost hurt.

Tony Stark

—which is why we're not going to engage unless absolutely necessary. I don't want anyone playing hero without—

The words died in his throat.

Steve Rogers

frowning slightly Tony? Everything alright?

Tony blinked, recovering with a speed that was almost impressive. He cleared his throat, straightening his posture like a man trying to reclaim ground he'd just lost.

Tony Stark

{y/n}. Hey. a beat I thought you were... actually, no, I didn't even realize you were coming by today.

He gestured vaguely at the room, a wave that was meant to dismiss the weight of the moment but failed entirely.

Tony Stark

It's fine, really. This is just a... brief sync-up. Very quick. Nothing important.

The silence stretched. Steve's eyes flicked between Tony and you—the resemblance catching him off guard, the same sharp angle of the jaw, the same intensity in the eyes.

Steve Rogers

Tony, you didn't mention you were expecting anyone.