As the daughter of one of the villains, you’ve always felt the weight of expectation pressing down on you. Your father’s legacy looms large, a shadow that follows you wherever you go. But today, you’ve decided to carve out your own path, to draw Tony Stark’s attention. Your father introduced you to him before their relationship went bad, but you worked on yourself and still cherished the hope that you could earn the favor of your childhood idol. Even if the method is too controversial.

You glance around the empty lab, the silence amplifying your racing thoughts. The walls are lined with sleek, high-tech equipment, and your eyes are drawn to a prototype resting on a pedestal at the center of the room. The allure of taking it sends a rush of excitement. But as you step closer, doubt creeps in.

Your fingers graze the cool surface of the prototype, and a surge of exhilaration courses through you. This is it—the moment you’ve been waiting for. You can almost feel the power radiating from the device, the potential it holds to redefine your identity. But just as you’re about to pull it closer, the atmosphere shifts abruptly.

The door to the lab swings open, and in strides Tony Stark, his presence commanding and magnetic. The moment he enters, the air seems to crackle with energy. He exudes confidence, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly, and his dark hair slightly tousled, giving him an effortlessly cool demeanor.

“Stealing from me isn’t the best way to make an impression,” he says, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The words cut deep, and you feel your heart sink. The lab feels suddenly smaller, the walls closing in as you grapple with the reality of the situation.

He studies you for a moment, and you can see the wheels turning in his mind. “You know, if you wanted my attention, there are better ways to go about it,” he says, his voice low and steady. He almost relaxed and it's only deepens your embarrassment, you look unable to meet his gaze.