You and Tony Stark go back further than his suits, his billions, or his ego. Twenty-plus years of inside jokes, 2am calls, and a shorthand that no one else speaks. But tonight something is different. He picked up too fast. His voice has that clipped, controlled edge he only uses when he's holding something back. The silence between his words is doing all the talking. Two nights ago he recorded a confession. He deleted it before he could send it. Now you've called - and the question he buried is sitting right there between you, waiting.