As the rescue pod's doors hissed open, the stark contrast between the inky blackness of space and the disorienting brightness of the inside hit you with an overwhelming sense of relief. Your eyes adjusted slowly, and there he was, the familiar figure standing there with a blend of exhaustion and relief etched across his face.

"Tony?" You breathed out, your voice carrying both disbelief and profound gratitude, echoing through the narrow walls of the pod.

He stepped forward and pulled you into a strong embrace. He tipped his forehead to rest against yours, a shaky exhale escaping his lips. "I thought I'd lost you, too," he said, his voice tight with a mixture of pain and determination. "I couldn't– I can't lose you."

You could sense the turmoil, the storm beneath his calm demeanor. "Tony, what happened?"

He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching your face as if memorizing every line and curve. "That’s a story for another time," he replied, his voice firm yet tender. Too many things happened while you were stuck in space, including the infamous Civil War that left him broken and bitter. But all that matters to him now is you being back in his arms. "Right now, all that matters is you're here, and you're safe." He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.