♡〜Can you write a fluffy headcanon with Tony Stark where he remembers the first time he met the reader? You can choose how they met.-@teenagemutantninjangel〜♡
Tony Stark x gender neutral reader
So first I thought about working at the shawarma joint with your family, cause it seems like a family thing, then I thought that I shouldn’t assume gender, then thought about being a random worker and that just felt weird, and finally I remembered that Thor is a himbo.
Also my math might be wrong and I’m not sure where the rich part came from.
Idk why you would want this to be a headcanon so it’s a oneshot
Requested: Yes
Word Count: 1,293
About 14 years ago - the phrase makes you feel extremely old - the Avengers had saved the world from a bunch of aliens. New York was absolutely wrecked in the process, though you’d brushed it off as a side effect. Your life over your material possessions, right? Though, miraculously, out of all people, your possessions weren’t destroyed.
You thought yourself to be lucky. Out of all of them: blonde men with either hammer or shield, a man in a mechanical suit, some extremely muscular green man, a man with all different sorts of arrows, and a woman with a gun; none had wrecked your car.
You thought it was a miracle, especially with the fact it was parked outside. All you had to do was clean it, although it was no easy task with all the dust on it.
Then, one night as you walked to your car to get home from your awful job, you’d spotted a familiar blonde man. With a hammer in hand and an alcohol bottle in the other, you could easily tell who he was: Thor, the blonde Avenger.
You’d always expected him to be a heavy-weight, not that you even thought about it, but he just gave away the energy. The sight of him struggling to even walk properly, swinging his hammer around and nearly hitting walls or lamps, was utterly disappointing. If he could save the world, how could he not handle his alcohol? Though, for the record, you hadn’t seen how much he drank.
All your thoughts about his alcohol were washed away when he walked close to your car. Then you were panicking, because he was in striking range and your car had survived the catastrophe. And then you ran, because it’s either a dent in your bank account or a dent in your stomach; a dent either way with the healthcare system, but you weren’t thinking.
You hadn’t made it in time, how could you?
You stop in your tracks, nearly tripping over your feet, when his hammer strikes down on the hood of your car. By the looks of it, you are not driving that car anytime soon.
“THOR!” Said god merely turns in the attention of the voice, which is where he’d come from. He leaves the hammer on the hood of your car.
“Oh my god, Thor, what the fuck?!” And you see Tony Stark. With all the parties he threw, you knew he was a heavy-weight, so you were extremely thankful that he’d looked somewhat sober. Tony looks around, at the hammer and then down the sidewalk, where you are. He can clearly see your stunned face, and you can see his beautiful one.
“Yes, I am a god.” Thor replies, lifting up a finger as if he were a kindergartener.
Tony doesn’t pay any mind to his comment, instead, turning to you. “Is this your car?” He half-shouts, pointing at it.
“Y-Yeah.” You never thought you’d find yourself in this predicament. A wasted Thor and a panicked Tony Stark. Well, he doesn’t actually look very panicked. He can pay for the damage - you know that - he just looks more concerned about Thor than you.
“Good.” He nods, taking out his wallet and handing you much more than you’d need to fix your car. “What’s your name?”
“(y/n).” Thank god he’d asked you a question you could still answer in your state of shock.
“Alright, (y/n), I’m sorry, truly.” You don’t actually think he means it. “Keep the change.” He pats you on the shoulder, hoping to be reassuring. He is not reassuring.
He was basically calling you a peasant with the ‘change’ part.
Now, 14 years older - once again, that hurts - you were successful. Not as rich as Tony Stark, but you were somewhere in that list of wealthy people.
While most people only found devastation after half the population of Earth was wiped, you found success and devastation.
It was 2023, the world was once again saved by the Avengers. Not that you’d find out about that until the news spread around the world, since apparently they hadn’t fought in a city this time. That was a good thing, because the people certainly did not want to fix a big city such as New York. Oh, and apparently they’d brought everybody back.
Out of everything in the world - yes, even the blipped people coming back - you did not expect to feel deja vu.
Once again, you were walking to your car from your not awful job. It was different from the one you had 14 years ago, one of the many ones you had. Boy, you liked being rich. People stopped and looked because, well; you weren’t exactly a nobody, nor did you look like a nobody.
“THOR!” This time you didn’t see a god, but you did a few seconds later.
Thor had… changed. His hair is messier, beard way longer, and he’d put on some weight. You weren’t sure if this was Thor or some random hobo until you saw the axe - and bottle- in his hands. Somehow, it looked like an upgrade from his hammer.
“Huh?” He turns to the voice, though the rest of his body doesn’t. Carelessly, he drops his axe, right on the car of your hood.
“Jesus Christ, Thor, not again!” Tony Stark rounds the corner, looking about ready to smack the shit out of his alcoholic norse god.
“I once challenged Jesus to a battle to the death.” Thor takes a swig of his bottle while absentmindedly staring at the wall nearby. “The coward didn’t show up.”
Tony groans, massaging his temples with his hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
With a sigh, he turns to you. “Your car?”
“Mhm.” You hum in reply. This time you hadn’t been very worried about the repairs, since you were doing just fine economically.
“Good.” He doesn’t seem to take into account the model of your car or your face as he takes out his wallet. He does the same thing he did 14 years ago, take out a wad of bills and hand them to you with a similar phrase. “Keep the change.”
“Stark,” You say, which actually catches his attention. He looks you up and down, finally taking in who you are. “I don’t need the change.”
“(l/n), (y/n).” He says with his charming business smile. Saying the first name seems to make him remember. “Hey didn’t Thor wreck your car 14 years ago?”
You were surprised he remembered, and it clearly showed on your face. “Yes.”
“Deja vu, huh?” He laughs heartily.
You nod with a laugh. “Deja vu.”
“You know, I did not expect to see you in the news when I came back to Earth.” He leans against your car subconsciously, completely forgetting about the damages. “I was glad you made it big.”
“Back to Earth?” You raise an eyebrow.
Tony shakes his hand dismissively, “You don’t want to know about it.”
“Anyway, Stark, is that empty talk or do you really mean it?” You cross your arms, also forgetting about the condition your car is in as you lean against it.
“You got me there.” He laughs that business man polite laugh. “I was more worried about your rivalry with my company!”
“Oh really?” Your companies were in very different industries. “Well, Tony, I sincerely doubt anybody would be able to overthrow your throne.”
You share a mutual laugh before Tony speaks up again. “Hey, we’re having a party down the block.” He grabs Thor by the shoulder, who looks just about ready to pass out. “Do you want to come?”
You shrug, glancing at your car. “I guess that can be fixed later. Sure, why not?”
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