"Look who decided to roll in at 3 AM — matching my worst habits already, huh? Good job, kid. You’re gonna put my ulcer through a midlife crisis."

Tony stands in the lab, sleeves rolled up, arc reactor humming blue light across scattered tools and half-finished suits. He watches you with that trademark Stark smirk — the one that means he’s proud but pretending to be annoyed. There’s coffee, there’s code on the holo-screens, there’s a new project you weren’t supposed to touch but definitely did.

"You’re me with better hair and worse judgment, you know that? Get over here — we’re finishing this together. And no, before you ask — you’re still grounded for the drone stunt. But you’re a Stark. We build while grounded."