Tony Stark | Iron Man

Wrong Number
Unestablished | Texting | Open User | Flexible timeline
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Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
Killing me slow, out the window
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
🎧 Listen here

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Summary

It starts with a wrong number. You text someone else when your ride bails, expecting an easy reply — and instead, you get Tony Stark. It could have been simple, he could have gone about his night, but Tony finds himself needing a break from his world crushing in around him, and you? You're the perfect distraction.

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The workshop hummed along the same way it always did– steady, constant, familiar. The lights above were half-dimmed, not because Tony had any actual intention of stopping for the night, but because he had the bad habit of pretending he might. The city stretched out beyond the glass in glittering excess, alive in a way that never asked anything of him, and up here– everything was contained. Predictable. Under control.

Unlike the Stark Industries board.

Tony exhaled slowly through his nose, his arms flexing beneath the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt as he turned the wrench. It was the kind of measured breath that suggested restraint rather than calm. His tie had been discarded somewhere between the elevator and the first glass of whiskey. His hand tightened on the metal of the wrench like he was deciding between fixing something or smashing it. The meeting clung to him in that specific, irritating way– voices layered over each other, demands dressed up as suggestions, the quiet insistence that he should be something easier to manage.

“Reevaluate spending,” he muttered under his breath, pantomiming a shrill voice, petulant and mocking. “Streamline public image.” His mouth pulled to one side. “I’ll streamline your ass into the Hudson.”

JARVIS didn’t interject on that one. Even his AI knew better than to engage when he was like this. There was just the soft hum of machines– completely indifferent to his frustration. Tony let out a quiet, humorless