1610 Tony Stark / Alternatively 616 -
Primary FC: David Gandy
Tracks the tag: antoniostarky

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Fine, I’m fine. |crackedreactor|

claireainegallagher:

It had been a normal day. She got up, got dressed, went to work, worked, chatted with co-workers… The only difference was that she stayed later than she normally did. Her blazer was draped over the back of her chair as she tapped away, working on codes and watching screens of data. There was an earbud in one of her ears playing a piano piece she couldn’t remember the name of.

“Claire…” Daisy said quietly, she knew well not to disturb her friend, not when she was like this… “Claire, it’s nine, I think we should head home yeah? I can drive you–”
“I’m fine. Thanks Daisy.” She’d said it with a smile, “You go ahead.” But she was tired. Not the regular kind of tired she used to be. Not the kind of tired she could hide.
Daisy didn’t say anything else but left with a heavy feeling in her chest.

Time marched on and eventually she was the only one left in the office. Then, and only then did she stop working. She buried her face in her hands and let out a shakey breath before leaning back.

“JESUS FUCKING–” She shrieked, jumping backwards out of her chair until her behind hit her desk. Her heart was running a mile a minute, “Tony…fucking Jesus…what the fuck…” She was out of breath. “You…you show up at the worst possible times you know that?” Her tone held absolutely no amount of friendliness as she reached with shaking hands to put her blazer back on. And then she looked at him again, unsure. “Unless…I’m…-” Hallucinating. “…dreaming…”

_{He was tired, frustrated and annoyed ever since his return. The trials with the Illuminati and weren’t making things any easier, but now he had found some sort of limbo - his safe haven, the confines of Stark Industries. That would help calm his mind from aliens attacking, hopefully, not really but hopefully. All he could do now was sit and wait for the incursions and for the others to do their set role, it was a waiting game, and it was driving him insane - especially since Steve had found out and given him a smack across the face. Then there was Future-Clint punching him and breaking his nose.} 

_{Things had been far from good for Tony Stark.} 

_{Nonetheless, he was returned back home, sitting behind his desk and waiting the orders, trying to find peace and quiet and at least attempt to distract his thoughts for a moment. He’d been there locked in his office catching up on the mountains of paper work, so long that he’d lost track of time and thus, by the time he looked at the clock it was extremely late.}

_{He stepped out of his office to see it was all dark, cleaners probably left by now, so he walked down the halls, spotting one dim light from the desks and walking in.} 

_{“Please don’t be trouble..” He muttered with frustration before spotting who it was, leaning by the door frame and seeing her look up, then jump. “You’re here late - hit yourself there?” He asked nonchalantly.}