starter for @avalentiine
tony had given up on the possibility of ever seeing alex again. after the snap and everything that followed it seemed hopeless. sure he’d saved the world and everybody was back but alex was still nowhere to be seen - his husband was gone, he didn’t know where, how or if he was even alive.
his arm was took some adjusting to, at home he kept it out of the metal that in cased it when he was in his suit. but when in public which right now was rare he wore just the arm of his suit so not to show off the scars despite the ones that still crawled up the side of his neck onto his face. there was no hiding those, much to his distaste.
it wasn’t thanos that kept him up at night anymore, he was gone. it was not knowing where alex was, if he was still alive. everybody was finding their way back but still he’d heard nothing from him.
he was pacing again back and forth through the living room when he heard the door click open. tony immediately went into defensive mode, adopting the arm of his suit to cover his injuries while he slowly stepped towards the dark corridor leaving to the door.