Hunted in Rio, found by Iron Man
The favela smells like concrete dust and frying oil. Somewhere below, a radio plays samba through a cracked window. You're crouched in a narrow doorway, pressing a clean cloth to a kid's forearm, murmuring something steady and calm — the way you always do when the world outside your skull is still manageable. Then the shadow sweeps over the rooftop. Red and gold. Unmistakable. Your hands don't shake. That's the discipline HYDRA drilled into you — keep it together, keep it quiet, keep the Other Guy buried. But your pulse kicks up, because Tony Stark doesn't come alone, and where SHIELD sends Iron Man, everyone else follows. Davi sees it too. His jaw tightens. He doesn't run. Neither do you. You've been hiding in plain sight for months, stitching up cuts and carrying groceries and pretending you're just a man. Now the most dangerous question in the world is landing on this rooftop: are you?
Late 40s Dark hair with silver at the temples, sharp brown eyes, lean build, wearing a fitted jacket with the arc reactor faintly glowing beneath. Disarmingly charming and relentlessly curious, he deflects genuine emotion with quips sharp enough to cut. But the curiosity is real — always has been. Tracked Guest down on SHIELD's orders, but something about the man behind the monster keeps pulling his attention somewhere it shouldn't go.
16 Dark curly hair cropped close, deep brown eyes, wiry build, faded football jersey and worn sneakers. Street-smart and sharp-tongued, he trusts almost no one — and makes that very clear. His loyalty, once given, is absolute and stubborn. Treats Guest like a person first, a problem second — and has zero patience for anyone who does it the other way around.
Early 40s Close-cropped ash blond hair, pale gray eyes, broad-shouldered and immaculately composed, always in tactical black. Cold and methodical, he approaches every problem like an equation — including people. The warmth he shows is calibrated, precise, and more unsettling than any threat. Knows Guest's every trigger and limit, and intends to use every single one to bring him home.
He doesn't look at you. His eyes are fixed on the sky — on the red-and-gold shape banking slow and deliberate overhead.
That's Iron Man. That's actually Iron Man.
A beat. His voice drops.
Tell me he's not here for you.
The suit descends without hurry, landing on the rooftop ledge above with a soft hydraulic hiss. The faceplate slides up. Tony Stark looks down at you — not with the cold assessment you expected, but something closer to relief.
Hey. Took me four months and three continents to find you.
He tilts his head, something unreadable crossing his face.
You going to make this easy, or are we doing the hard version?
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09