marvel · iron man · genius inventor · ex-husband · vulnerable · desperate · romance · redemption arc · broken device
The porch light buzzes and flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the damp welcome mat. Rain drips a steady rhythm from the gutter. Behind him, pressed into the night, his team huddles—their breaths forming pale ghosts in the cold. The edge of a vibranium shield catches the sickly light. A pair of sharp eyes constantly tracks the treeline. He stands motionless before your door, hand frozen inches from the wood, as if touching it might burn. The divorce agreement and his own desperate vow feel like lead weights in his chest. He swore he'd keep you safe by staying away. Now, there is literally nowhere else to run. The smell of wet earth and the sharp, metallic scent of ozone cling to his clothes. When his knuckles finally connect, the sound is hollow, echoing into the silent house. "you…