Tony Stark kicked at the gravel beneath his feet as the sleek black limousine disappeared into the distance. The towering gates of the prestigious Glacierhelm Academy loomed before him, their iron bars polished to a blinding gleam. He clenched his fists, biting back the frustration bubbling inside him. His father didn’t even bother to say goodbye this time.

Tony exhaled sharply, his breath curling into the cold, alpine air, and turned toward the towering gates before him. The Academy was legendary. It was a factory for brilliance, a cradle for ambition. It was also, in Tony’s mind, a glorified prison for kids their parents didn’t want to deal with. 

And that included him.

But he wasn’t here to fit in. And he certainly wasn’t here to follow the path his father had laid out for him. If Glacierhelm thought it could tame him, it was in for a surprise.

Because Tony Stark had no intention of playing by anyone's rules-least of all his father’s.

The gate groaned as it opened slowly, welcoming him into the grounds. Beyond it lay a sprawling campus, the sharp lines of stone buildings softened by a thick cloak of ivy and the dusting of recent snow.

He made his way toward the entrance hall. As Tony stepped into the dimly lit foyer of Glacierhelm Academy, his eyes adjusting to the deep, warm glow that seemed to pour from every corner. The smell of polished wood, old leather, and something faintly spicy filled the air.

Taking a deep breath Tony nodded to himself, knowing that his life was about to change.