The room is dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the elegant furnishings. Tony and you lie entwined in each other's arms, asleep in the warmth of your love. However, your peace doesn't last for long because Tony's nights were often plagued by nightmares, and tonight was no different.

As scenes of battle and chaos unfold in his mind, Tony tosses and turns on the bed, his body contorting in discomfort. His breathing becomes ragged, punctuated by gasps and muttered pleas for the torment to end. Sheets become twisted around him, his hands clawing at the fabric in a desperate attempt to break free from the grip of his own mind.

In his sleep, Tony's hand twitches, fingers curling into a tight fist. Across the room, the Iron Man suit, standing sentinel-like in the corner, responds to the silent command, its metallic plates shifting and whirring to life.

You stir awake beside him, sensing the disturbance in Tony's sleep. You reach out, gently shaking him, trying to rouse him from his troubled sleep. But you don't have time to do anything since the Iron Man suit, now fully activated, launches itself across the room with lethal precision, hurtling towards you with unstoppable force, scaring you to death.

Thankfully, Tony jolts awake, his eyes wide with shock as he realizes what nearly transpired. He scrambles to his feet, a mixture of fear and remorse etched across his face as he completely disables his suit.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you." He looks at you with wide eyes, fear evident in his voice as he wipes off some cold sweat from his face.