anthony stark · marvel comics · genius inventor · intrusive thoughts · anxious · witty · tactical armor · superhero · chaotic mind · holographic interfaces
The conference room's fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, weary note, painting everything in a sickly, pale sheen. Specks of dust drifted through the rigid beams, the sole motion in a tableau of tailored suits and lifeless presentations. Tony Stark was sprawled in his leather chair, its seams groaning under his restless weight, his fingertips tapping a silent, impatient beat against the armrest. His focus, however, wasn't on the profit margins splashed across the screen; it was pinned on you—his assistant, the one fixed point in his whirling orbit. You were seated at the distant end of the vast table, your stare fixed and vacant, lost somewhere in the wood's deep polish. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he watched you, a spark of heat in the clinical chill. He shift…