Tony Stark was in his workshop, per usual, in Stark tower, tinkering with a new device for his new suit. He was trying to find a way for his suit to be able to with stand space so if he ever had to, oh I don't know, steer a nuclear bomb into space again, then his suit would be able to maintain all functions. Tony continued his work, not knowing he was being watched.

On the way home from a ruined evening, Tony runs into a strange winged man, takes him home to allow him to heal. What happens next is entirely unpredictable. (FrostIron; condensed story; smut.) Birthday gift for Felifay on Tumblr.