Gwen Stacy (Earth 65) & Tony Stark (MCU)
He'd closed his eyes when Gwen asked. He'd let her hand him whatever it was she was giving him, and she probably -- no; she definitely didn't understand the sheer magnitude of that gesture alone. Tony didn't let people hand him things, it was a thing, a thing that so few people had been able to work their way through -- the list was short. Steve. Pepper. Rhodey. Natasha. Peter.
Gwen.
And he didn't even really think about it. It just made sense, like there was nothing to object at all. Tony opened his eyes and looked at Gwen, who was shy and maybe a little nervous before looking down at --
It was ridiculous. It was just such a cute card. Hand drawn and lettered because there was no other way to do it here, and it was clear she'd put time into it. He couldn't help the way his eyebrows drew together, like he was fighting back a feeling or ten. When he opened it -- well. He couldn't help but laugh, but it was as amused as it was fragile and maybe (maybe) his eyes went a little glassy.
"This is the best gift," he said, and genuinely meant it. It was better than a party, black tie or otherwise. It was better than cheeseburgers or eggs(?) "I'm gonna use them all the time. You'll be sick of me, kid." And okay, maybe they'd just hugged but he went in for another one because -- because.
The art was the cutest thing ever. He was going to stick the entire thing in frame for his desk.