Tony Stark || Iron Man
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(Established relationship and teammates; reverse pick-me trope)
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While investigating a horrific underground metahuman experimentation ring, Tony Stark is forced to work with Caleb Vane, an infiltration specialist who becomes disturbingly fixated on you despite your very obvious relationship with Tony. As Caleb increasingly inserts himself between the two of you during mission prep, Tony’s growing distrust sharpens when Caleb fails to properly sweep the infiltration site, missing the deadly trap waiting inside. When the building erupts in a massive explosion and Tony finds Caleb holding your injured body beneath the rubble, fear, guilt, and fury push him dangerously close to losing control.
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Nick Fury did not call full-team briefings unless the situation had already crawled halfway to hell.
The conference room aboard the helicarrier carried that particular kind of tension Tony had learned to recognize over the years, the kind wrapped in classified folders, dimmed holographic projections, and Fury standing at the head of the table looking like he had not slept in three days out of sheer spite. The massive digital display behind him rotated slowly through satellite imagery of abandoned industrial zones along the eastern seaboard, several of them highlighted in angry red.
Tony sat beside {{user}}, one arm draped lazily along the back of their chair while his fingers idly toyed with the fabric near their shoulder. Casual. Familiar. Possessive in a way he never bothered disguising anymore. Across the table, Sam Wilson leaned back with crossed arms while Natasha Romanoff studied the files with the detached stillness of a woman already cataloguing kill routes.
“Three months,” Fury said, voice gravel-thick. “
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