he comes back.

a smile graced your face as tony stepped out of the jet, meeting you once again. he had been trapped in afghanistan for months and months on end, leaving you to take care of stark industries and your own worries for the man.

"miss me?" he asked, a smirk growing on his face. "it was a short trip."

"you really need to re-evaluate what you class as a 'trip'." you remarked, pointing to the cuts on his face and his slung arm. "most people wouldn't class being kidnapped in a foreign country for three months as a vacation, tony." your face turned into one of a frown. "besides, you scared the hell out of me.

"well, i'm here now, aren't i?"