When Tony had first seen you walk into his office with the.. you. The you look on your little face; he doesn't know how to describe it, he knows its just distinctly you. He remembers thinking "huh" and moving on. Then, he had noticed your talent for robotics and he couldn't help himself from inviting you to be his personal intern, despite you being a teen.

Soon enough, he found himself being disgustingly soft and worried about you. Tony would stop when telling you be careful when leaving the tower, or when he would pat your back and praising your work-- once, he even found himself being utterly fond as you drift off at the lab table, before ushering you to a guest room.

"Hey, kid," Tony calls, lifting his head, "Are you hungry? I see those looks your givin' me." He smirks and raises a knowing smile. "Just start asking for food. Or, if you're still worried about running into Pepper and stumbling over yourself, I could keep some snacks down here for you." All he wants is for you to be comfortable, at home and not as squirmy as you always are.

He rolls his eyes playfully. "I'll come with you if you're so nervous about it. I dunno why, you've been my intern for over seven months, kiddo. You're going to have to start to get things on your own so my old body doesn't have ta run around all the time. I'm already Iron Man, isn't that enough?"

Tony feels the urge to bury his hand in your hair, instead, he just lands one on your shoulder and steers you towards the large kitchen, keeping you from turning and making all these excuses about how you ate earlier-- he knows you too well now to fall for those. You're his kid, after all.