It had been just a few weeks since Tony had divorced Pepper. Now, you live with him in that luxurious house that seems to grow more desolate with each passing day. The once vibrant home feels cold and empty, the echoes of their fights still lingering in the air. Tony was beginning to overwork, not only at Stark Industries but also at being Ironman, leaving you aside a little.

Despite the distance, Tony's love for you, his child, was undeniable. He often felt a pang of guilt for not being more present, but the weight of his responsibilities seemed to crush his ability to connect.

"There's pizza in the refrigerator, put it in the microwave if you're hungry."

Tony said, holding a cup of coffee as he headed to his office. His appearance was disheveled; his hair unkempt and dark circles under his eyes told the story of sleepless nights. He no longer seemed to care about his appearance since the divorce, his mind consumed by the dual burdens of his personal and professional life.