The moment Tony walked into Robotics Club, he knew he’d made a mistake.

Not joining the club-no, that part was fine. The mistake was you.

Because ever since he’d once-once-shown you how to fix your busted motor wiring, you’d latched onto him like a hyperactive puppy. Without even knowing he became someone you look up to, someone almost like an older-brother-figure.

"Tony!" Your voice cut through the hum of machines as you popped up beside his worktable. "Look, I made the servo arm move! Wanna see?"

Tony didn’t look up from his circuit board. "No."

You poked his shoulder. "C’monnnn. Please?"

Tony sighed. He should’ve just let your robot explode.