@overclocks five times touched
1 ) a spilled glass of sparkling cider
there’s nothing fun about galas she’s forced into by clients . if it were up to her , she’d be curled up with her cats and a bottle of wine and some stupid movie ... but a girl had to keep her clientele happy and if they invited her to a gala to get a lay of the land , she didn’t have much choice . at least the pay was good and the free food was a nice touch . but she can’t drink at these things , can’t let her guard down or else she could easily fuck up the relationship by saying the wrong thing to the wrong person . it’s her job to stand there and look pretty .
thankfully she can distract herself with the art . this client had a particular affinity for collecting and she’s been told that if her next job goes well , she can have her pick of paintings as a bonus and her collection was dying for something new . she’s standing in front of an abstract piece , appreciating it with a critical eye , glass of sparkling cider perched between fingers . a soft hum and she takes a slow step backwards , head canted to the side . she’s clearly lost track of her surroundings as she bumps into someone crossing behind her , her glass of cider toppling to the floor with a crash . a flush pulls to her cheeks as she turns , eyes meeting a familiar face before she mumbles a quiet ... ❝ sorry , mr . stark . didn’t see you there . ❞
2 ) a two a.m. burger after saving hell’s kitchen
she doesn’t care that it takes way too long to get grease out of the leather of her suit . she also isn’t worried about looking pretty while she shoves a triple cheese burger from lucky’s into her mouth . all she cares about is filling the pit in her stomach that’s built up after taking way too long to deal with some bullshit going down in hell’s kitchen . she hasn’t eaten since ten in the morning and it’s easily just after two the next morning , so who can blame a girl for being absolutely starving and desperate to devour a slab of meat and fries ?
as she reaches for her milkshake , she barely registers that tony’s speaking to her . by the time she’s realized he’s speaking to her , he’s trailing off and she’s turning to look at him with wide eyes and head canted ever so slightly . ❝ you’ve got something ... ❞ he leans across the table , thumb brushing what she has to assume is ketchup off of her chin . cheeks flare in embarrassment and she ducks her head to continue eating chips with a mumbled thanks .
3 ) a last minute invitation
felicia could feel every eye turn towards her , the sound in the room dropping to a murmur as she stepped in , hands clasped in front of her , nails picking at nail beds . it’s clear that she doesn’t belong here . the room is full of heroes , people who’ve looked down on her for years , who were responsible for at least one of her many arrests . teeth gnaw at her lower lip and one hand runs nervously through platinum hair ... she’s never been one to be nervous in crows but this is different . she fishes her phone out of her pocket and reads over the text from tony inviting her to come over for some get together . she’s starting to wonder if it’s some kind of joke .
she tucks the phone back into her pocket before giving another look around the room , thankful that attention seems to have been turned away from her . she’s preparing to turn to leave when she feels a hand grab hers . ❝ started to wonder if you were going to come . ❞ she can’t fight the smile pulling to her lips as shoulders relax . ❝ couldn’t turn down a chance to party with the avengers . ❞
4 ) a much needed hug
things had been going well for weeks . it was still all new to her , but she was happy . being with tony stark was an experience , a whole new world . things are easy , comfortable . but she’s scared to let her guard down , scared to let him see her do anything other than smile because no one wants to see a cat cry . but she can’t keep everything secret , not when she’s overwhelmed and questioning herself . somehow he always seems to notice when something’s off .
arms wrap around her middle and pull her close , hands balling into fists as fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt . she finally allows herself to break , unable to stop the sobs that tear through her body as she buries her face against him . she’s needed this longer than she cares to admit. she’s held the weight of grief and guilt on her shoulders ever since the black fox died . ❝ fuck ... i miss him . ❞
5 ) a soft reminder of affection
rain pattered against the window , music in the night . it isn’t often that they can lay and forget the world around them . by the light of day , they have to be strong , a united force . there’s always a threat , always a job , always someone who needs him . he’s always out saving the world , saving a kitten from a tree , keeping the city from falling to rubble . but when he comes home ? he’s just tony . just someone she can curl up with and talk about the day , laugh about shitty movies , and feel wanted . in the darkness , there’s nothing but the two of them , no one outside of the bedroom except for sleeping cats . the perfect world .
white hair is a mess of bed head and she runs a manicured hand through the tangled mop . blue eyes find his in the darkness and a smile pulls to her lips . she’s lost track of whatever it is he’s saying . she’s too wrapped up in the sensation of just being this close to someone who makes her heart pound . there’s a moment of quiet , a moment in which everything just falls into place . felicia reaches out , fingertips brushing lightly against his cheek , a soft whisper in the air between them . ❝ i love you . ❞
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@overclocks asked : ‘ taking a nap is always so risky like when will i wake up? in thirty minutes? in 2 hours? in 3 years? ’
bleary eyes and SLEEP MUSSED HAIR . felicia hardy is a bundle of exhaustion as she peeks out from the cocoon of blankets she’s managed to tangle herself in . even the cats had long since given up on ROUSING HER . it had been WEEKS since she’d slept properly . weeks since she’d slept for more than a couple of hours . it wasn’t that she hadn’t TRIED . god she’d tried . she’d had sleepy time tea , cbd oil and edibles , pills . but nothing had worked . every time she started to fall asleep she would feel something tearing through her stomach . funny how they always talk about PHANTOM LIMBS but never about feeling like you were being shot all over again when the anniversary rolled around . funny how she’d THOUGHT she could move on without a care in the fucking world . but NO . post traumatic stress ? it was a BITCH .
a tired groan as she uncurls from her slumber and BLINKS up at tony . a slight smile pulls to the corners of her lips and she stretches slightly . a huff of breath to blow WHITE HAIR from her face and a hand darts from between the sheets to grab at his arm , tugging him down towards her . QUICK as a cat she shifts , moving so that she’s pressed against his side , hand pressed to his chest as she lays her head on the pillow beside of him . ❝ i’m going to guess that means i was out for at LEAST twelve hours ? ❞ voice is thick with sleep as another yawn escapes her . ❝ i think that surpasses ANY NAP anyone could ever have . ❞
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@overclocks asked : ‘ coffee is just baby formula for adults. ’
❝ and if babies have TOO MUCH FORMULA , they’ll drown or have stomach trouble , and a whole bunch of other highly uncomfortable things . ❞ there’s NOTHING APOLOGETIC in her voice as she tips the entire pot of coffee into the sink . she’s not sure how much he’s had but she can tell it’s more than HE SHOULD . ❝ you haven’t come to bed in three nights and it’s four in the morning and i am in desperate need of SLEEP that isn’t interrupted by me panicking because the bed is empty . how much do i have to BRIBE you to get some sleep , tony ? ❞
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@overclocks asked : “ i’ve got to go. duty calls. ”
a stumble over some UNRECOGNIZABLE PIECE OF METAL that one of the cats has inevitably dragged in . it’s the third one today ... the second leading her to knock an entire gallon of milk off of the counter . and she has to seem far too angry for ANYONE’S GOOD . ❝ oh NO you don’t , tony ! ❞ the words are nearly shrieked as she catches the side of her thigh on a low table , stopping her pursuit of the man . ❝ anthony EDWARD stark ... you get back her you SHIT ! you’re gonna help me clean this up or so help me .... it’s COUCH DUTY for a week ! ❞
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@overclocks asked : “Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic!“
oh that playful smirk pulls to her lips and she holds out a velvet bag , shaking it softly as she eyes him . she’s WELL AWARE that he’s not a fan of magic but this is special . this she’s had a friend conjure up because she just wants a night with tony to BE SOMETHING . ❝ trust me , baby . this you’ll love . ❞ it’s a small spell , really . conjures the illusion of fireworks for a short time . long enough for them to have one dance on the rooftops , one glass of SPARKLING JUICE . ❝ we never take time to just relax and enjoy the view . time to let work stop for a night . i need my BOYFRIEND , tony . give me tonight . please ? ❞
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@overclocks asked : ‘ well, i suppose i’ll have to kiss you, then. ‘
◤✦ 𝐋 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐘 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐓 ✦◢ ❝ do i even want to ask you managed to make that sound like a chore ? oh toooooooooony . time to kiss your girlfriend . ❞ a scoff and a soft laugh as she adjusted her suit , blue eyes on his as she managed to quirk a grin . ❝ it’d take a damn good kiss for me to pass up a job , baby . ❞
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@overclocks asked : ‘ i stand out a mile. my handsomeness is making me a target. ‘
◤✦ 𝐋 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐘 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐓 ✦◢ a saccharin smile paints her lips as her arm tightens in his . how many times had she insisted they frequent somewhere outside of the city for a walk ? all of new york knew him at a glance . she was pretty damn sure that anyone would see tony stark from a mile away . literally . there was something about the way his hair pointed and the fact that he exuded some sort of confidence she was somehow jealous of . it was like some kind of pheromone . were she a previous version of herself , she would’ve found a way to distill it and bottle it and sell it for more than any criminal empire was worth . but alas . she’s a good guy , now . sort of . at least ... she’s not part of the underground . that’s something .
only tony stark could have gotten a woman to give that up because his smile was better than a goddamn van gogh .
but right now ? oh right now she was almost regretting dating an avenger . a celebrity . a man the world knew before he ever donned a goddamned armor . key word . almost . she’d never actually regret tony . she’d just regret the swooning teeny boppers and wine moms who seemed to somehow think they were better suited for iron man . fans . god who needed fans ? there had been a time in her life when she’d thought she wanted what he had . but seeing how willing anyone and everyone was to just saddle up to him and pretend they were best fucking friends ?
she never wanted to be famous again .
❝ it’s not your handsomness , darling . even if it is pretty damn enticing . ❞ a sigh as the woman begging for a picture huffed at the image on her phone and skipped back off to her tour group . ❝ it’s the fact that you have a big A painted on your forehead . you’re tony stark . iron man . half these kids don’t know a world before you . hell ... the ones who do don’t want to remember it . you’re a fucking hero . ❞ a pause . ❝ a fucking handsome hero . ❞
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