st_arkravinghazelnut: (contemplating on the couch)
It had been a few days since Tony's littler ones (as he casually called them in his head) had coalesced. He'd have been lying if he said the next steps approach hadn't been all he'd thought of since then. It was enough to completely side track him from his all-encompassing research, and 'Thanos' had barely featured in his brain. If he'd actually stopped to ponder it, he may not have believed it himself.

'Fixating is what creates all your interpersonal issues to begin with, Stark.' He rolled his eyes at himself as his knuckles gently rapped on Annie's door. He'd made a point of checking in on her every day. Some days she'd been there, some she hadn't.

"Knock knock."
st_arkravinghazelnut: (ultron)
Madonna Inn or no, Tony was making good on his commitment to seek therapy. Or, in this case, facilitate it.

Every part of him was anxious, but he had some chamomile tea beforehand and prayed that the beta blockers were working their magic. And, of course, none of that showed on his face. To the world, he was the picture of cool. But all the adrenergic response inhibitors couldn't scrub the deep seated unsettled feeling that plagued him. It was almost existential. What caring god would decide that Tony Stark was the only adult around both informed and caring enough to round up some teenagers and a child for a mediated counseling session? Who was allowing this?

Alright. Deep breath. The young trio were seated around in his room. It was the most neutral, private setting he could think of. All of his clutter was pushed back into the bed area and arranged somewhat professionally. The drawing boards were covered with his spare sheets to reduce the amount of distraction and preserve the privacy of his work. Liz and Annie were seated on either side of Peter on the red sofa, and Tony was seated himself on the beige plush bench across from them, pulled in closer to provide some sense of intimacy. The candles already there provided some soft, warm lighting though Tony really was at a loss with the rocky interior. He'd grown desensitized to them but once he had to meditate over how it'd lend itself to a collective emotional breakthrough the damn walls just taunted him all over again. Tony told himself that if he ignored them, so would everyone else. Hopefully.

Alright. Go time. Tony pitied the universe where he was a social worker but many of the concepts and skills involved were translatable from his past life as a business man. Set goals and expectations. Identify and meet the needs. Strategize.

"Alright." Tony leaned back on the bench. "Before we all start talking, I think it'd be helpful if we all went around in a circle and expressed what we're hoping to get out of today. What we want to understand, what we want to change, what we want others to know."
st_arkravinghazelnut: (Default)
If there was ever a day to have his best face on, it was today. After all, it wasn't every day you had an ice cream date with the eight year old child of your sixteen year old protege. Tony had met Annie through Peter several times before, but they had yet to have a day to themselves. So, ice cream for lunch it was. His dairy-free rule had been violated into oblivion at this point anyway, between Liz's pizza and Thor's attempts at baking.

"Knock knock." Tony rapped his knuckles on the back of Room 212, shifting his weight in his comfortable jeans. "Calling all Annie's."

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