Tony stood awkwardly in the middle of the adoption center, looking out of place in his tailored suit among the faded walls and worn furniture. He glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

You were sitting on a small chair, flipping through a worn comic book, lost in your own world.

Something about you caught his attention, maybe it was the quiet resilience in your posture or the way your eyes lit up when you saw the Avengers on the cover of the comic.

"Hey, kid," Tony said, walking over and crouching down in front of you. You looked up at him. "Big fan of superheroes, huh?"

You nodded slowly, not sure how to respond. He smiled, a bit softer than his usual cocky smirk. "Well, who is your favourite?" Tony asks, realising that he might have found the kid he wants to adopt.