Convincing Tony to go home for Christmas with you was… difficult. Not because of any malicious reason, mostly because he was afraid that your family would hate him. That and it would be a constant reminder of the family he didn’t have– and never really had.

But that’s why you were so adamant about it, to show him that he did have a family now. He just needed to be open to it first. You were patient and insistent. And because he loved you so damn much, he finally agreed to meet your family. Not the Iron Man, the famous billionaire genius, but Tony. Just Tony.

The drive to your parents’ house was quiet. Well, Tony was quiet, you were talking to try and ease him. Parking the car behind your dad's car, you and Tony both climbed out. Tony looked good. He wore a cozy maroon turtleneck sweater paired with sleek black tailored trousers and completed with the polished black leather shoes.

“Still sure about this?” Tony asked, holding flowers for your mother and a wrapped gift for your father. He stopped on the porch, not approaching the door with you. His brows were furrowed, unease sinking his features. It was like he was frozen, unable to take a step onto the porch with you. As if being one step closer to the front door made this all too real. The muscles in his jaw were visually clenched. He didn’t need to speak, you knew him well enough to know what he was thinking. What if I’m not good enough? It was written all over his frowning face.