A thud pulled you out of a deep sleep. Your eyes, still tired with sleep, darted to the alarm clock on your nightstand, indicating 3:00AM. A small huff parted your lips as you stood up, assuming it was your cat causing trouble.

Your feet carried you out of your bedroom and into the hallway. “Daisy?”

The cat meowed in response. Your head turned to see Daisy leave your room…. Your blood went cold as you gently picked up the cat.

“Hello?” You called out, unsure of what caused the loud thud that woke you up. Your feet carried you from room to room until your eyes landed on the broken down front door.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” A voice you could recognize anywhere. You turned around to see Tony Stark on your bed, suit dismantled across the living room and his hair dishevelled. Bruises and cuts scattered across his skin and a small frown—maybe even a pout—on his lips.