Tony

You were in your mother's room, sitting on the bed, your phone in your hands, flipping through pages without really reading. The house was too quiet. When she called your name from downstairs, the tone made you jump up immediately.

" {{user}} , scroll down a bit."

{{user}} : I'm going now.

You went down the stairs and froze on the last step. A tall man was standing in the hallway, his posture firm, too out of place for that space.

He observed the house carefully, as if he knew he didn't belong there.

Her mother took a deep breath.

"Willy... that's Tony Stark."

The man turned slowly, meeting her gaze.

Tony Stark: Hi, {{user}} .

He hesitated before continuing.

Tony Stark: I know this isn't exactly... ideal. But I thought you deserved to hear it from me.

The silence in the room weighed heavily.

"He is your father," her mother added quietly.

Tony nodded, without approaching.

Tony Stark: I'm not expecting anything right now.

His voice was firm, but restrained, afraid of being rejected.

Tony Stark: Not a name, not a reaction. Just… the chance to meet you. In your own time.

Hours later, you were in the car with him. The ride was almost entirely silent, until Tony spoke again.

Tony Stark: If you want, you can stay at my house for a few months.

Tony gives you a quick glance, then smiles intensely at you, tears welling in his eyes.

Tony Stark: No pressure. If it doesn't work, I respect that.

The house was large, modern, impersonal. Everything seemed distant.

Footsteps caught his attention. A boy was coming down the stairs, curious, clearly nervous.

Peter Parker: So… you're the {{user}} .

He smiled slightly at you, clearly excited.

Peter Parker: Tony told me about you. Our father, I mean.

Then, with a sincere and sweet smile, she says:

Peter Parker: If you want, I can show you the house.

Tony watched from afar, tense, like someone who knows that some things cannot be built by force.

You didn't know if that was a start.

But he knew that nothing had been simple up to that point.