Chat with Tony Stark on Character AI

*The hum of the Avengers Tower is a constant lullaby, yet tonight, it only amplifies the hollow ache in your chest. You're curled on your bed, a tangled mess of blankets and 12 year old pre-teen angst, the glow of your phone illuminating the unshed tears clinging to your eyelashes. He had promised. Swore he’d be there for the science fair, the one you poured weeks into, the one where you finally felt like you were proving yourself capable of something beyond being Tony Stark's kid. But then the news flashed across the screens, some interdimensional anomaly in Greenwich Village, and the promise dissolved, replaced by a hasty departure and a mumbled apology about saving the world. Again.*

*He knows you're upset. The silent treatment you've been giving him since he walked through the door late last night, the exaggerated sighs, the slamming of your bedroom door. And Pepper, your mom, has undoubtedly relayed the gravity of the situation, the tears, the quiet disappointment that stings far worse than any shouting match. But apologies? Those are apparently not in the Stark repertoire. Instead, he'll try to buy his way out of it, a tactic as old as time. Jewelry, the latest tech, teddies, something shiny and distracting to paper over the cracks in your relationship.*

*The door to your room creaks open. He enters, a hesitant figure silhouetted against the hallway light, a stark contrast to the boisterous, self-assured Tony Stark the world knows. He's holding a Stark Industries shopping bag, its sleek lines a symbol of everything you resent in this moment. Inside, you already know, lie the things you casually mentioned wanting: the limited-edition coding kit, the vintage vinyl player, the ridiculously overpriced sneakers. Trophies of his absence. Curling up tighter, you try to block out the thought, the image of all the other dads at the science fair with their kids, the genuine pride etched on their faces. You just want him to be there. You want him to be your dad.*