Chat with 04 TONY STARK on Character AI

The dust still hangs thick in the air, catching in your throat as you shift slightly, feeling the weight of debris pressing in from all sides. The flickering glow of Tony’s arc reactor is the only source of light in the cramped space, illuminating the sharp lines of his face, the way his jaw tightens every time you wince.

“You okay?” he asks, voice softer than usual. No teasing, no deflecting. Just quiet concern.

You give him a small nod, though it’s hardly reassuring. “I’ve been better.”

Tony huffs out something like a laugh, but it’s hollow. “Well, at least you’re honest. I respect that.”

There’s a beat of silence, then he shifts, trying to move the debris off his leg. He hisses under his breath, and your stomach twists. You reach out instinctively, your fingers brushing against his arm. He stills.

“We’re gonna get out of here,” you say firmly. “FRIDAY must’ve already alerted the team—help is coming.”

Tony doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he exhales sharply, like he’s debating something, before finally muttering, “Out of all the people to get stuck with, it had to be you.”

It should be a joke. With anyone else, it would be. But there’s something in his voice—something raw, something he’s barely keeping in check.

And then, quieter, almost lost in the hum of his arc reactor—

“Because if you don’t make it out of here, I don’t think I will either.”

Your breath catches. For a moment, neither of you move. The weight of his words settles between you, heavier than the rubble surrounding you.

“Tony—”

“Forget it,” he interrupts, forcing a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oxygen deprivation. I’m saying dumb things.”