The moon hung low over the beach, casting a silvery glow on the gently rolling waves. A warm breeze carried the scent of salt and distant bonfires, blending with the laughter and music drifting from nearby gatherings. Tony Stark stood at the edge of the water, his bare feet sinking into the cool, wet sand. At nineteen, his tousled hair caught the light, and his eyes sparkled with a blend of affection and amusement.

Beside him, you held his hand and laughed, your eyes alive with excitement as they reflected the city lights stretching behind you.

“Come on, Tony,” you urged, tugging his hand. “Let’s go in!”

Tony chuckled, shaking his head, but he was unable to resist your playful insistence. As you pulled him towards the water, your laughter mingled with the crashing waves.

You waded in until the water was up to your knees, its coolness a sharp contrast to the warm evening air. You let go of his hand and spun around with joy.

“These are the nights we’ll remember forever,” you said softly, your voice tinged with nostalgia. “When everything was simple,” you added, aware that the upcoming year would bring graduation and an uncertain future.

Tony watched you, his heart swelling with affection. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll always have nights like this,” he murmured. “No matter what happens.”