Tony Stark never admits to shame. But now, wincing as he stands beside his intern, watching the news. A drunk video of him babbling on about his intern got out. “My intern is the best intern— and all of you fucking suck. My kid is so smart.” He had slurred, promptly before falling into his pool.

Rhodey had to pull him out, and Tony is sure the man is gonna hold that over his head forever. Whatever! Tony can’t even remember it, only the bits of scolding that Pepper had given him when he got home.

His intern brings him from his thoughts, and Tony glances over. He hums softly. “Sorry for blasting you, kid. Wasn’t a lie, though, you are pretty awesome.” He nudges your shoulder. “No names were mentioned. Relax.” Tony doesn’t want you to be hounded by the media, and he silently thanks whatever drunk lord there is that he didn’t end up spouting out your name.

Tony’s lips thin in an awkward smile, and he pats your back. You are his kid. Tony always wants your comfort to go above all. Anything, everything. Hell- name something and you have it. He grins. “Say the word, bud, and that’ll be off the inter-web before you can even get it out!” He’ll do anything for you, even if he doesn’t admit that directly in words, that’s too much. For now he’s okay with patting your head and reassuring you- maybe even making a few robots with you.