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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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Tony Stark x GN!Reader

Prompt: "are you seriously calling me right now?”

Summary: the avengers are in the middle of yet another battle with hydra, but that won’t stop tony from continuing your conversation from earlier.

Warnings: fluff, canon-level violence, sexual situations, and I did not proof-read.

Word Count: 2,201

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Ducking under a wild shot from a HYDRA agent’s blaster, you urged the cowering civilians across the street as you raised your arm and fired a return shot from the repulsor gauntlet on your left hand. One of them screamed as your pulse met with one of HYDRA’s jeeps, and the front of it exploded, sending enemy agents scrabbling for cover.

“Miss Y/L/N,” JARVIS said over the comms device in your ear, sounding almost apologetic at the interruption. You paused long enough to see Widow guide the civilians out of danger before you sprinted across the concourse, jumping and sliding over another car’s bonnet. You landed on your feet, punching a HYDRA gunner across the face, hard enough to knock him unconscious, before he could recover from the blast and mount another attack. “Mr. Stark would like a word.”

“Is he not busy enough right now?” you replied, blocking another agents fist with your forearm while firing another repulsor blast at his friend. You swung your arm around, firing another shot into the man’s stomach. You heard another repulsor fire somewhere above.

“He is being rather insistent, Miss.”

“When is he not?” you replied with a roll of your eyes as you heard the connection beep as another channel opened. “A little busy here at the moment, honey.”

“Have I mentioned how adorable it is when you use pet names while kicking ass?”

“Tony,” you replied exasperatedly, ducking automatically as you heard a blast go off overhead. A chunk of the wall ten feet to your left fell to the ground, setting off a nearby car alarm. “Are you seriously calling me right now?”

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation.” he said it as though you’d simply fallen into a bad cell area halfway through a phone call.

“And it couldn’t wait to continue until after everybody was done trying to kill us?” you asked. A HYDRA agent came slowly around the corner you were hiding behind, gun raised in the hopes of catching you off-guard. You punched him hard in the throat, his gun falling to clatter against the pavement. Kicking him in the stomach, you sent him sprawling to ground alongside it before he could regain his composure. “Maybe once we’re back in the States and not actively avoiding getting shot? Just a suggestion.”

You pressed down on the man’s throat with your boot as you picked up the fallen gun until he fell unconscious. Tony chuckled in your ear as you aimed the gun at an approaching Jeep and emptied the clip into its engine block. Ducking back behind the wall as it exploded, you winced at the sound of it.

“But you make it look so effortless,” he teased. “What you just did there? That was hot.”

“Keep it in your pants, Stark.” you replied dryly despite the hint of an amused smile threatening to color your features. “Not all of us have Stark Tech that extends beyond the elbow. So, some of us need to pay slightly more attention than others.”

“You want an upgrade; just say the word.” he offered despite already knowing your answer. You were far too claustrophobic to wear one of his suits of armor. “But in the meantime…”

You sighed, tossing the gun aside. Spotting another agent lining up a shot towards Steve – who was currently pulverizing a guy about forty feet ahead of you – you raised your gauntlet and fired. You turned away before the shot met its target, your bare hand moving to your ear and adjusting your comms’ volume. “Damn it, Tony. You’re exhausting.”

“I thought you liked that about me, sweetheart.” you could almost see that infuriatingly self-assured smirk of his.

“I’m hanging up now, honey.”

Your hair caught in the sudden wind as Tony blew past overhead. He banked left, coming to an abrupt stop as he fired repulsor blasts from both hands at the approaching soldiers. Rolling your eyes, you came to a stop as he flew down and landed in front of you, his helmet opening. His hair disheveled and his face flushed with the excitement of the battle, he smiled widely at you, the chaos apparently forgotten now he was with you.

“Hi.”

“Tony—”

He held up a hand, his eyes begging for patience. There was a strange mix of emotions on his face; that familiar blend of amusement and unwavering affection was warring with what you could almost swear were… nerves? “I just have one question, okay?”

“And it couldn’t wait until we were back on the jet?” your earlier exasperation dissipated with his expression. Your own nerves rose in your stomach, completely independent of the chaos around you.

The two of you had only been dating for a few months, and part of you had been relieved when your earlier conversation had been cut short. It scared you sometimes, how deeply you felt for him. Part of what had drawn you to him had been his reputation, as strange as that was. But his fabled proclivity for casual flings and one night stands had meant, in your mind, that you didn’t need to worry about getting too close. Or getting hurt.

But that famous sluttiness had apparently proven false, and despite your own reluctance for anything serious, the two of you had fallen into something akin to a relationship.

* * *

Leaning back against his chest, you smiled as you felt his arms wind around your waist, his hands clasping together in front of you. You turned your head to the side, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. Tony smiled, catching your lips with his own.

“You know, eventually I will actually have to go home,” you pointed out as you parted, fingers sliding over his hands. Tony turned his hands under yours, interlacing your fingers idly. “Pretty sure I left a couple of dishes in the sink, and if they go unwashed much longer, they might gain sentience and rise up against us.”

“My God, you know just what to say to turn me on.” Tony joked, his lips brushing over your temple as you rested your head back against his shoulder. “Tell me more.”

“Oh, shut up.” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Not all of us can afford a staff of twenty.”

“Twenty? Really?” Tony said thoughtfully. “I thought I had more than that.”

“Tony, don’t be gouache.”

He chuckled in your ear.

“Insulting me in French?” he asked, and you shivered as his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. One of his hands released yours, moving to skim teasingly over the sensitive skin between your thighs. “It’s like you’re trying to seduce me.”

“You can’t seriously be ready to go again already.” you said, a smile playing on your lips. You could still feel yourself tingling from what the two of you had just done, your body practically melted against his.

“Not quite…” he murmured, balling his fist between your thighs to force them further apart gently. You whined as he moved his hands to graze over your cunt. “But I can think of a few things to do in the meantime.”

“We so don’t have time for this, Tone.” you pointed out, pushing his hand away. You shied away from him as you felt his lips on your neck, and Tony pouted up at you as you stood. You collected your discarded clothes from where they’d fallen on the carpet, sorting through them for your underwear. “I really do need to go home. Even if it’s just to do laundry.”

“I actually had a thought about that.”

“About laundry?”

Tony smiled indulgently, reaching behind him to rescue your bra from where it was hanging over his headboard. He tossed it to you, and you caught it one-handed, swinging it onto your arms and clipping it behind your back in one fluid motion. “How do you manage to make getting dressed sexy?”

You smirked, shaking your head in amusement. “You should see me put on thigh-highs.”

“Ooh.” Tony grinned, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. “Yes, please.”

“Behave yourself, and you just might.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he gave you a teasing salute with two fingers before running his fingers through his hair, disheveling it further. “But before you so rudely distracted me—”

“Uh-huh.”

“I was talking about your living arrange—”

Your phone rang suddenly, and Tony sighed as you immediately snatched it up from the bedside table and swiped to answer. Old habits trained into you by years in the military and more in SHIELD were hard to break. “Y/L/N.”

* * *

“Tony…”

He held up a finger, his other hand rising to fire another repulsor blast without his eyes leaving your own. There was a small explosion as it met its target, but neither of you flinched. “Let me just get it out before we get distracted again. Please.”

Trying to ignore the insecurities bubbling inside you, you raised a brow. “This isn’t distracting enough?”

“This?” he asked, an almost amused smirk touching his lips. “This is basically an average Tuesday for the two of us.”

“Fair point,” you agreed, leaning to the side and firing a repulsor of your own under his still-raised arm. It met its target, and you straightened again. “But we probably shouldn’t be standing out in the open like this. We should—"

“Move in with me.”

You stopped short, shock forcing the words to die on your lips. Instead, you blinked, the confused beginnings of a laugh bubbling out of you. “What?”

Tony shrugged as though nonchalant, but you could see that same uncertainty in his eyes. That same earnestness. “Move in with me. Into the Tower.”

“Tone—”

“You practically live there already, and you have to admit, my digs are a whole lot better than yours.” he said. “No angry neighbors that make the whole building smell like soup, for one.”

“Tony.”

“Or at least, none that make it smell like soup. Romanoff tends to be a little snippy whenever she visits—”

“Stark, I swear to God, if you don’t let me talk soon, I’m going to—” you ducked automatically at the sudden sound of gunfire, turning in the same motion. The two of you fired repulsors at the same time, and the approaching Jeep’s engine exploded. You straightened slowly, meeting his eye again as you blew wayward hair out of your face. “You’re serious?”

“As I ever am.”

When you raised a brow, he reached up, the cold metal of his gauntlet brushing against your cheek as he tucked the hair behind your ear.

“I’m serious, sweetheart. Move in with me. I kind of like having you around.”

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. And, despite your better judgement, despite everything in your past that reminded you that attachments were a bad idea, you said: “Well, how could I resist a line as romantic as that?”

Tony broke into a wide, dazzling grin that made your heart swell in your chest in a way that both thrilled and terrified you. You felt his hand on your hip and—

“This is really cute and all, but I swear, if you two kiss right now, I’m going to shoot you myself.”

You jumped at the sudden intrusion of Natasha’s voice in your ear, and you set a glare on Tony. You would have thumped him in the arm if it wasn’t for the armor. “You didn’t open a private channel?”

“We’re in the middle of a fight,” he said, giddy smile still firmly in place. “Wouldn’t want you to get distracted.”

“Are you kidding, Widow?” Clint chimed in from his position above. “I’m just impressed we finally saw a crack in that stoic armor of Y/L/N’s. It’s been, what, two years? And I think I’ve seen them smile twice.”

“Three times.” Steve corrected, amusement of his own coloring what was clearly supposed to be annoyance at the distraction. “There was that time you fell down the stairs.”

“One step! I missed one step!”

“And it was hilarious.” you said, pointedly deadpan. “Don’t we have a job to do?”

“Oh, no, Y/N.” Clint replied. “You can’t go back to that block-of-granite-exterior now that we’ve seen your soft and gooey marshmallow center…”

“What kind of statue are you inventing?”

“…You’re just a big softie. There’s no denying it.”

“Yeah?” you said. “You want to come down here and test that theory out?”

“…No.”

“Alright, team, focus up.” Steve interjected, his voice far more commanding than before. It was enough for you to stop from shooting back another comment. “Civilians are clear. We need to take out the command center two blocks east.”

You muted your end of the comms after confirming, meeting Tony’s eye. “You’re such a dick, Stark.”

“All part of my charm,” he replied, still annoyingly proud. He leaned in to steal a quick kiss, his nose bumping against yours briefly as you parted. “Tell you what, you can teach me a lesson when we get home.”

You smirked, shouting after him as his helmet snapped shut and he rose into the air. “Count on it!”

Happy Holidays everyone!

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timetosaybyeboom · 10 months

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tony stark being a dad (bc i love him sm) hcs

➤ i feel that he'd truly wanna break the cycle of shame (as @thedumbestavenger so painfully put it).

➤ i think he would obviously sometimes forget he's a dad (pre-morgan) when he's in his era of constantly being in the workshop.

➤ if you didn't want to be a target for the press, ect, he would make sure they backed away from you.

➤ his music taste is top tier so you'd grow up listening to absolute bangers.

➤ if you had powers, you best believe he would make sure you were kitted out with everything you needed to keep yourself and others safe.

➤ i feel like in terms of school, he and j.a.r.v.i.s/f.r.i.d.a.y would help as much as they could, though i think he would be very good at explaining things so it's easier to grasp (not in an infantilizing way obvs).

➤ if you couldn't find a fidget toy that was the one for you, he would definitely spend time making the perfect one for you.

➤ if you need a binder, he would perfect one just for you so don't have to look for one from a possibly problematic branding (not naming names).

➤ if you need to legally change your name, it would be sorted so quick, he'd even bribe them to sort it as soon as they received it.

(female readers, i will not write anything intended for you, and asking me will not change anything. this content isn't for you.)

#tony stark #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x child!reader #dad!tony stark #tony stark x gn!reader #tony stark x male!reader #finn-scribbles

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just-dreaming-marvel · 1 year

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Busy

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Tony Stark x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,185ish

Summary/Request: maybe something where reader's been super busy lately and hasn't spent much time with Tony. He feels her distant, misses her, starts wondering if he did something to cause this or even if she's cheating on him (maybe with cap or Bruce cuz they've been together a lot), it leads to an argument. She explains she's just been very busy, Tony thinks they need time just for them and hence they create weekly "date night".

Notes: I hope this isn’t too terrible.

“Hey, honey,” Tony greeted as he came into the living room where he saw you and Steve sitting at the island. “Rogers.”

You turned to him and smiled. “Hey, Tones!”

He came up and kissed your lips briefly. “You busy?”

“Well, Cap and I were just about to go to a diner.”

“Oh, I was just hoping that we could do something.” His hands found your arms, running up and down them. “I feel like it hasn’t just been us two in too long.”

“If you two need some time—“

“No,” you turned to Steve as you cut him off and looked at him sternly, “we are going to that diner.” You turned back to your boyfriend. “It is okay if we do something after?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” Tony responded. “I’ll just be in the lab when you come back.”

“Okay.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I’ll see you after.”

“Right.”

Tony turned and left the room, stewing in his own thoughts. Lately, you had been growing distant. You had been doing more things with other members of the Team instead of him, your boyfriend. It was training with Natasha or helping Bruce calm down. Then there’s calming Bucky down from nightmares or helping Steve write mission reports.

Tony usually wasn’t the one to feel the distance like this. It was usually him creating the distance. But you creating the distance, hurt worse than anything. You were supposed to help him, train with him, calm him down, not the Team members. You were in a relationship with him, not the rest of the Team.

Having lost track of time while working, Tony finally looked up at the clock to see that it was past midnight. He hated how much this was affecting him. Perhaps, though, it was all his fault. Had he done something to make you become this distant? As he continued to work, Tony thought of anything lately he could have done to make you act this way. He quickly came up short.

“FRIDAY?” He called for his AI. “Where is Y/N?”

“Y/N is currently in your shared room,” FRIDAY responded.

Tony stopped what he was doing and straightened up. “When did Y/N get home with Rogers?”

“Y/N and the Captain returned to their separate quarters an hour ago.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“Would you like me to close up shop so that you may join Y/N in bed?”

“No. I think I’ll stay here tonight.”

~~~

“Good morning,” you told Tony as you walked into the lab with breakfast on a tray. Tony didn’t respond as you set the breakfast on the table near the couch. You then went over to his and rested your chin on his shoulder as you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist. “You didn’t come to bed last night.”

“You didn’t come and visit me last night,” Tony grumbled, still focused on the absentminded work he was doing.

“Shit,” you muttered, remembering that you had told him you would. “I’m so sorry, honey. Steve and I were out late and I was so tired when we got home—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony pushed himself from his seat and pulled out of your arms, heading across the lab. “I’m sure you both were.”

“Tony,” you followed after him, “I really am sorry.”

“I‘m sure you are,” he mumbled.

You stopped, looking at him with concern and a little hurt. “Just come sit down and we can have breakfast together. And then maybe we could go upstairs and—“

“Are you sure you aren’t too busy? You don’t have someone else on the Team you absolutely need to do something with? Maybe like Rogers?”

“What are you talking about?”

Tony spun around. “I’m talking about the fact that you have been busy as of late. Especially with Rogers lately.”

“I don’t like what you might be implying.” You folded your arms across your chest.

“Just be honest with me and tell me that you’re sleeping with Rogers.”

“What?! That is ridiculous!”

“Well, you’re not sleeping with me! You are constantly too busy for any time with me!”

“Tony, you are—“

“What did I do to make you turn to him for comfort, huh?”

Tears pricked your eyes. “I can’t believe you.” You turned around and marched toward the door of the lab.

Tony sighed, realizing that he was overreacting. “Wait, Y/N!”

You didn’t respond, simply slamming the door behind you as you exited the lab.

~~~

Tony nervously rocked on his heels as he stood outside of your shared room. You had run there after leaving his lab and hadn’t left. It took Tony far too long than he’d care to admit to come up after you. He sighed before softly knocking on the door.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he spoke through the door. “May I come in?”

You were laying on the bed, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest. Some of your tears had created a wet spot on the blanket.

“Please,” Tony begged.

Tony knew that the door wasn’t locked, FRIDAY had already informed him of that. He simply wanted to give you some space. He sighed when you didn’t answer. Taking a deep breath, Tony entered the room. His heart broke when seeing you curled up on the bed like that. Slowly, he closed the door behind him and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed behind you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that and accused you of cheating.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have…” you mumbled.

“I know I crossed a line.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Can you just tell me if I’ve done something wrong?”

You sat up so that you could face him, still keeping the pillow close to you. “What do you mean?”

“Why have you been so distant lately?”

“I haven’t meant to be. I’m just busy with training and helping around the compound. I guess that I get easily distracted by helping people. I am sorry about not going to the lab last night.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve needed me because it was the anniversary of his mother’s passing and Bucky is on a mission. He was really sad and I couldn’t let him be alone. We went to the diner that sits where the diner was that Steve and his mom frequented. I didn’t want him to be alone and he didn’t want to tell anyone else because he didn’t want it to be a big deal. But I should have told you.”

“No, you didn’t need to tell me. I should have had a cooler head earlier.”

You moved closer to him. “Can we just agree that we both made mistakes?”

Tony nodded. “Yes.” He timidly pulled you into him. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You leaned in for a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can I make a request for a weekly date night?”

“Of course,” you smiled. “What night?”

“Friday.”

“Friday it is then. And no matter what, we will keep it.”

“Deal.”

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kanataka-san · 2 years

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Tony: Keep your eyes closed! I have a suprise

(Y/N): Did you finally do the work you were supposed to do like a- month ago?

Tony: I said suprise, not miracle

#avengers x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #the avengers #tony stark #tony stark x male reader #tony stark x gn!reader

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Flirting

Tony Stark x Reader

Short and sweet (because as far as I know, no one has flirted with me. Unless I really am that oblivious).

"How's my favorite artist in the world?” asked Tony as he entered the studio of his latest mad impulses.

He'd gotten an earful from Potts after she’d found out about Y/N Y/L/N. Yet somehow, the lovely, witty, sarcastic to the point of pure saltiness, twenty-seven-year-old was worth it.

“Depends on whether I get this shading right. If it goes well, I'm on top of the world. If it doesn't, I'm killing myself” you grumbled from where you were hunched over at your desk.

Coming up behind you, Tony saw what your current project was.

“Is that me?” he asked, a delighted grin creeping onto his face.

"I draw a portrait of all my patrons. You're the only one I've had any fun with,” you confessed, still focused on your work.

“I’m flattered. You ever done a self-portrait?” Tony inquired curiously.

"Nah, it'd just make me never wanna look in a mirror again.”

“You’d just be unable to capture every last ounce of beauty,” Tony argued with a teasing smile.

"What ever you say, Boss," you snorted as you reached for a blending stick.

Tony could only stare in astonishment as his blatant flirting went straight over the artist's head. Had you been living under a rock before they met?

It wasn't until after the billionaire had left and you replayed your conversation in your head, did his comment finally register.

“Wait. Was. Was he . . . flirting with me?" you asked aloud in pure bewilderment. "STARK! GET BACK HERE, I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!"

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typingfool · 11 months

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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ; tony stark

pairing ; father figure!Tony Stark x adopted!gn!Reader platonic / mentions ; bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, natasha romanova, harold "happy" hogan, pepper potts

outline —; Happy is ten minutes late. Tony is freaking out. And you are here, munching on a burger, lost somewhere in Midtown Manhattan.

word count —; 1.8k

WARNINGS —; mention of HYDRA

tags / themes —; reader forgets their birthday, father-child complications, pepper being a mom, happy being... happy,

A/N —; finally beta-read!! this is just so... self-indulgent, it was my birthday a few days ago and i wanted to fill the pit in my stomach w/ some more surprises!!

Midtown Manhattan is a maze to you.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to walk. You didn’t get to choose to walk. And Happy knew that.

He was about… ten minutes late, you’ve stood in the same spot for ten minutes. Ten. Minutes. It’s fun and all. Until, you had the brilliant idea to walk around the block of your school, ultimately getting lost between the local shops and roads of the large, loud city.

Gazing up, you could see the lovely “Stark” brandished unto the Avengers Tower. A medal, a hope to those who looked upon it. Your eyes landed on a small restaurant, two huge windows on either side, and a strained glass door in the middle. Its contrast to the colours of the buildings that’s surrounding it; yellows instead of blue, reds instead of grey.

Plus, not a single soul. Your lips curled into a smile.

Perfect, it looks like someone vomited rainbows. You concluded to yourself before crossing the road. Your fingers curled around the metal handle, pushing it open. With hands clinging on to the backpack hanging from your shoulder, you smiled at the woman behind the counter. Though, you felt the presence of a schoolboy with a bright blue flannel, sitting in the corner; burger, fries, and soda in front of him, his main focus was on his phone.

Turning away, you let the soft smell of burgers fill your senses.

Eventually, you found a spot beside the window, looking outside a bit before the woman from behind the counter came over to pick your order. “I’ll have whatever he’s having,” You purse your lips to silently point at the boy.

“Burger, curly fries, and soda.” The woman repeated, she made eye contact with you, then smiled. “Anything else?”

“Uh, no soda and ketchup please.” You grimaced, fidgeting with your hands underneath the table, averting your gaze outside.

She tilted her head. “Just water?”

You nodded and whispered as if she could hear you, “Yes.”

The woman simply nodded and disappeared behind the counter. And you heaved a sigh, a very quiet sigh, as to not disrupt anyone’s peace in the quiet restaurant. The boy from across the room settled his phone down, looked at the burger, then at you. He waved shyly. And you mimicked the action, despite not entirely understanding his point of social cue.

You chose to shift your gaze to the clear, glass window. Watching the people walk by and the cars speeding through the road. The more you count the amount of people passing by, the more you understood Stark, he cared for these people. The heavy exterior of his iron suit may not tell much, and even though he doesn’t physically have a heart. He does care.

The smell of your order reached your nose, making you turn back and smile. You paid the kind woman and started to indulge in your fries first.

Your mind drifted back to Happy. If he wasn’t ten minutes late, you would’ve been at home right now, perched against the headboard of your bed, resting. But the day would end, and you’d start all over again. Disrupting your schedule isn’t so bad. You get time for yourself, you don’t have to talk.

You smiled, as you bit your burger. And as if your thoughts aligned with reality, Happy Hogan walks in the store.

Happy fuckin’ Hogan.

With his suit and sunglasses and all. Out of breath, he looks at your retreating figure; attempting to swallow the burger as you smiled at him bitterly. “Hi,” You mouthfully said, settling your burger down, and signalling him to sit down. “Do you want to order anything?” You asked, mouth clear this time, as you swallowed the food.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” Happy said through heavy breaths, slouching his shoulders.

You nod along his words and licked your teeth with a sound. “You were late,” You took a bite of your burger again, swallowing. “So, I wandered off.”

“You wandered off?” He repeated with a tone that clearly said he wasn’t happy.

“I wandered off,” You repeated, your palms were free and expressed your tone. “Why were you late?”

A twinkle behind Happy’s eyes, then, his face contorted into a blank expression. He cleared his throat, sitting straight in the chair. “Tony wanted me to do…” He fixed his tie clumsily. “Stuff.” As his words escaped his mouth, you bit into your burger comically, rolling your eyes. “Hey— He’s really worried, you need to eat the rest of,” Happy made circle gestures to your food. “This. Otherwise, he’ll—”

“Call me,” You finished for him, wiping the ends of your mouth with a tissue. You looked around, averting your gaze from anywhere but Happy. It landed on the floor. “I know.”

Happy tapped the table twice, making you pay close attention to him. “He cares,” He says, offering a smile through his stubble. Though, you couldn’t really tell.

Nodding along his words, you licked your lips. “I know.” You confessed.

The ride alone with Happy is the same; quiet. But you never minded.

This time is different, something is different. Your palm fell against the texture of the seat, forehead against the car window. “This isn’t home,” You knocked the window, your eyes landed on the rear mirror. “Where are we going?”

Happy’s eyes were ahead, avoiding your gaze. He’d be adamant in keeping eye-contact, for some reason, he wasn’t… looking at you. “Avengers Tower.”

“What?” You blurted out, scratching the lobes of your ear, you said a bit softer; “Why?” You bit your bottom lip slightly, pulling yourself from the window, settling down onto your seat.

He cleared his throat again.

Weird. That wasn’t likely of him. “Tony’s there.”

You furrow your brows, sighing as your head falls back. “Do I have to be there too?” You asked, though, quickly shaking your head. “Why do I have to be there?”

Happy sighs, it wasn’t a condescending sigh, he wasn't tired of your questions, he just sighs—heaves out a long breath before saying. “You’ll see.”

“Ah, there you are!” Pepper exclaimed, her long hair bouncing as she swiftly hugged you. Giving your temple a kiss. “Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.”

You were about to question everyone? Before you feel Happy slightly nudge you to follow Pepper, trailing closely behind you. You shake off the sensitivity of his touch before your school shoes slapped against the marbled floor.

“How was school?” Pepper asked, pressing a button in the elevator. Her soft hands drifted back of your head, tugging a strand of it behind your ear.

You smile, eyes ahead the number of the floor, brows raised. You rub your eyes with the back of your palms, yawning. “Normal.”

Pepper Potts is the closest mother figure you’ve ever since HYDRA happened. Glimpses of your past always came peeking through the surface, ruining any chances of communicating like a normal person. But… Pepper, she somehow reminded you what it’s like to be human. She taught you to be more open, to not be so tense, to hold your head high. “Just normal?”

“Until Happy,” You jabbed a thumb at the man beside you. “Was late.”

Pepper tilted her head at the man, amused. “Don’t be late next time.” She eyed him as the elevator doors opened.

Turning around the corner, with Tony’s back turned, the Avengers erupted into cheers. Much to your surprise. You slowly backed out, slightly overwhelmed with the amount of people in the room. “Happy Birthday!”

Your shoulders slumped back and you tried to bite down a smile. Oh. It was your birthday. “...Thank you?” You slowly inched in, seeing familiar faces. Laughter erupted again, they were drunk. Definitely. How long have they been waiting for you? Wanda came in first, hugging your shoulders. Then Natasha’s crushing hug and smile. Then… “Barnes,” You chuckled as he ruffled your hair.

“Heat sink,” Bucky affectionately bit back, his hands curled around a clumsy, boxed present. He tossed it to you. “Don’t tell Tony.” He whispered, before patting your shoulder, and heading to the kitchen, probably to get another drink.

Tony smiled, showing his teeth. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

There was a silence that hung right above your heads; other than the Avengers constant laughter; there’s the awkwardness between the two of you. No matter how long the years passed by—it’s always been there, you were unsure as to how you could conquer it.

Maybe, you could start now. Pepper and Happy passed by you, feeling that they were suddenly invading, they headed close to the other Avengers. You cleared your throat, stepping forward. “Thanks, Tony.” You said a bit timidly, causing his brows to raise slightly.

Tony examined you up and down. You were still in your uniform, now all baggy and messy. “How was school?” He inquired, signalling his head to follow him in the kitchen.

“Normal, until Happy showed up late.” You mimicked his action, looking back at Happy and Pepper with a smile. “Went to a restaurant. Ate something.”

Tony nodded his head along with your vague storytelling. “You got lost?” He raised a brow.

You grinned cheekily, leaning against the countertable with your elbow. You swiped your palm against the base of your neck, grunting a little before replying. “A bit.”

“Sure, a bit.” Tony said, pouring you a glass of apple juice. He handed it to you, “Happy Birthday again.”

A pause. He continued. “I know we don’t talk a lot, kid. But I want you to know that—”

You sipped your apple juice loudly, smacking your lips together. “Care about me,” You grimaced, not to him, you didn’t have the courage to look anyone in the eyes right now. “I know.”

Tony crossed his arms and leaned against the countertable, just beside you. Though, far enough for your liking. “No,” His lips formed into a line, you dipped your head lower, looking at him between your eyelashes. He made that stubble face that Happy would, you couldn’t distinguish if it was smiling and frowning. “I don’t… express it enough.”

Another pause. It wasn’t the same silence that hanged minutes ago.

It was comforting. You patiently waited.

Tony looked at you, with a smile this time. “I care about you, kid.” He says this like an oath. Your head was still dipped down, gaze fixed on the floor. Your vision begins to water, some-fucking-how. “You’ve been through a lot,” He continues, watching as you set the glass down. “And you’ve been so strong.” He smiles when you look at him. “I’m proud of y—”

His words were cut off with you hugging him. Tony didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your retreating figure, somehow, he understood your quiet sobs. The way your fingers tremble behind his back, the way your legs buckled, and the way your quiet sniffles were hidden by the collar of his shirt. He continued anyway, Tony’s nose was buried into your hair as he said. “I’m proud of you.”

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vase-of-lilies · 1 year

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Curious Little Mouse

Pairing: Daddy!Tony Stark x Little!Reader (GN)

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of a gun going off, a little bit of scolding, dd/lg dynamics, pet names (mouse), let me know if I missed anything!

Request given by my draga 🐉 anon: Tony Stark just finding little reader tempering with his gear (can it be gn)

A/n: My first request for the little blurb request thing I did! (Linked is the request form:)) and yes 🐉 you did great on the form:)

"Oh little mouse? Where are you?" Tony said, scurrying through the compound. Worried about his little mouse, he taps into his watch on his wrist and pulls up his tracker that is connected to your friendship bracelet he made you. But before he can find your signal a loud bang is heard. His head snaps up and he follows the smoke from down the hallway.

Once he meets the sight of smoke and a fairly large hole in the wall, he peaks his head in through the door. "My little mouse, what on earth are you doing in here?" Hearing his voice makes you drop his hand blaster and run to him.

"Dada!" You run to him, leaping into his arms with a giggle. Being in your little space, you don't account for the danger of some of his gear.

"Hey, can you listen to me please," Tony says, putting you down on the floor and kneeling so you're looking down at him. "You know the rule of staying out of daddy's things." You nod slowly, starting to tear up.

In a wobbly voice you let out an apology, "Sowwy dada, don wanna get in twoble... I jus cuwious!" You justify your behavior by saying your curiosity got the better of you, and Tony just can't resist your cuteness.

"Alright, come here you little bugger." He smiles and picks you up, your giggles filling his ear. "JARVIS can you get someone to um- patch the hole in the wall please?" And with that, it was off to get ice cream with your daddy!

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Can I request the prompt 10 (love confession prompts you reblogged yesterday) with tony please? He's always doing something stupid, this is perfect for him 😂😂😂 maybe the got hurt on a mission or a car accident, something like that

Pairing: Tony Stark x assistant! g/n reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 826 words

Outline: Working for Tony meant checking him for injuries every five minutes.

Author's Note: the prompt is: 'Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud'. Nonnie how about Tony is always doing something stupid just to get your attention?, How about that? <3

Warnings: swearing.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

You roll your eyes and take a step back just to sigh deeply as you are looking at the image in front of you. It's eight am, and your boss Tony Stark is still in his lab working on god knows what while still wearing his tuxedo from last night.

You never knew being his assistant would be like this, begging him to sleep and take a break and most importantly to wear protective gear. If not always, maybe once in a while.

"For fuck's shake, Tony." You balance the tray with his breakfast on your left hand and push the glass door announcing your presence.

Momentarily Tony stops and looks at you. "Morning already?" He chuckles and returns to his work, holding a gas lighter in his hands and fixing something.

"Did you sleep at all?" Futile question but you like to hold on to hope.

"Yes." He glances back at you with a shit-eating grin. "Feeling very well rested."

"Tony." You sigh again and place the tray on the table closest to him. Almost immediately he reaches out for the cup of coffee and downs it with a loud gulp. You narrow your eyes as you watch him wondering how on earth his throat is not burning.

He winks at you as he places the mug back on the tray and returns to his work.

"Thank you for this lovely breakfast. Much appreciated."

"Tony, you have to eat something."

"Two cheeseburgers. Call me when they arrive."

You roll your eyes once again and look at the tray. Maybe if you left it there he'd munch on the sandwich. Maybe you could tell him that the cook had an emergency and didn't show up today and you had to make his breakfast, maybe then he'd see. But you don't tell him anything, you just nod your head, and inform him of his schedule, bulleting things you know he doesn't want to hear.

"That's all for today." You conclude and move to leave the room but just then a loud thump was heard followed by a crank and Tony groaning.

What was he working on had exploded on his hands and now it was all smoke? Panicked you reach out for him asking him if he's injured as the smoke sprinkles in the house pour out the water in the designated place. This scene had played out too many times, already and you feel your heart sink when you hear Tony's laugh.

"Not as hot as your coffee." He points out, pushing the machines away. "Would have loved to have it finished though. Better luck next time."

"Tony one of these days you're gonna harm yourself and I'll be the one having to call the coroner."

"Remind me to write it in my will that no one should prosecute you for any harm."

"Tony, it's not funny. You should be at least wearing a helmet and protective gloves."

"Hmm, I could have sworn at some point I was actually wearing them."

"Oh my god, Tony."

It's almost stupid trying to find reason with Tony Stark. It's almost as if words just leave his ears without ever contacting him. You don't know if you still have it in you to yell at him and scold him for all the things he doesn't seem to care about. If only you could take care of him. If only. You begin to move away from him, the feelings getting too much. How much more can you watch him harm or injure himself again and again until it's too much?

"Why did I have to fall for you?" You murmur to yourself as you push the door open.

"What did you say?"

"Huh?" You narrow your eyebrows together and let go of the glass door rushing a little for the stairs. There's no way you said that out loud, right? Maybe he thinks you were talking to yourself. No harm was done, at all.

"Y/N." He shouts after you and begins to walk towards you, reaching out for your hands.

Shit, you really can't run up the stairs, you're gonna have to see him again no matter what. Might as well, quit and move to Botswana. He'd never find you there.

"What did you say?" You shut your eyes as he touches your hands which are now curled inside your fists.

"Ever thought that I might be doing some things just for you to notice?"

You don't want to open your eyes, if you open your eyes, the dream will surely end.

"I got all day, don't worry, I can wait." He chuckles as he leans forward and you can feel his lips against your knuckles. Soft, warm, and full of love.

It takes you several moments to open your eyes and even more to speak again and when you do, you finally repeat the words back to him. And he responds by sealing your lips together like a promise.

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Giving you your thoughts back

Tony x reader

Tony helps reader with panic attack

Tw: general descriptions of a panic attack, not any specific topic as to why

No word count cause i have no idea, and not proofread or edited

Your breathing getting shallow, the world spinning, the etching voices, voiceless in sound but their hatred scratching and etching into your thoughts, negativity be poison affecting your mind how a bottle of lack dye messes up a pools clarity

Swim, swim, swim, breath, forward, forward, forward, breathe

A dystopian colidascope twisting and reforming everything.

Alone, you just want to be alone, just another left turn, or maybe its a right turn, just go

Youve left everything in the teams office

Do your footsteps sound unreasonably fast for you pace of is it an echo from the underwater murmuring your head is in?

All of a sudden youre spun around, the distortion is of pale dark haired man a blue glimmer and you realize its tony.

You cant really tell what hes saying, your thoughts are swimming in ink, no echoes just muddy sound

He leads you to a empty room where he sits with you cross legged on the floor your hands in his, hes slowly lifting them up and bringing them bringing them back down, without realizing you eventually start breathing in tandem with the movement of your hands, eyes still shrouded and foggy from rush and tears but ears now taking in sound pure.

"Youre doing so good, so good for me my love, just keep breathing in... and out, keep your eyes on mine"

Your hands are trembling, every few moments a tremble casts through your body

"Cant do it" youre suprised when you hear your own voice

"Of course you can, youre doing it right now, youre doing amazing"

" can you choose an automobile?" This question feels so out of place, what good would a car do right now?

"Why?"

"No reason, youll see soon" you can see his smile through your stormy vision

"Fine, a Volkswagen bus"

"Perfect choice, if this car was a person, what would they look like? Stereotypes are allowed" he chuckles

"I think they'd have longer hair, more of an androgynous person, they would have a few simple braids and beads on them, they would probably be wearing bell bottoms i like the idea of high rise, some platform docs, any type of shirt with a mix of pastels and florescent colors, flowers, paisleys mushrooms the whole nine yards"

" good job love, thats very descriptive, where would you meet this person? "

"Probably at a book store or a record shop"

These questions go on for a while, the significance of them to you isnt there but by now your eyes have cleared up, theres no mure rushing in your ears, youre breathing has settled and the world is no longer racing.

"You did amazing, im so unbelievably proud of you, do you know what we just did?"

Shaking your head

"They were just silly questions" you chuckle

"Silly question to get you thinking, to have your mind back, to make your thoughts priority over the rush in your head, thats what grounding is supposed to do"

Lookimg down you realize he was giving you your thoughts back, normal flow of neutral.

"Thank you" you mumble out while the both of you stand up

"No need to thank me its why im here"

In that moment he pulls you into a hug, placing a peck to your temple, "you did great"

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I wrote this cause i wanted a way to share a coping mechanism i use to help my friends for both panic attacks and s/ ideation, i think it could be helpful for others

This was completely spurr of the moment

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slyfoxann544 · 2 years

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Incorrect Avengers-8 (Tony StarkxReader)

Tony: Its a little muggy out today

Y/n: I swear to God if I go outside and all our mugs are outside our lawn I'm leaving

Tony: [sips hot chocolate out of a bowl]

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darsynia · 1 year

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do you take requests? if so, I’d like to formally request reader comforting Tony and just showering him in praise because he truly deserves it and we never see him get treated like that in the movies

it can end with smut if you’d like, up to you 🫶🏻

I wrote this with my friend purplefeathersandblackleather in mind, to be honest. I wanted to write something they would appreciate, and this prompt fit perfectly with what they hinted they'd like. I am pleased to have written it and I'm sorry for any offense that may have been taken.

Summary: Tony Stark was a broken, angry man after he survived his snap to save the universe, but you've brought him back to life slowly, carefully, lovingly. He comes home with bad news after a meeting with his doctor, and you offer him as much comfort and encouragement as you can. Warnings: hurt/comfort, toxic anger, mentions of amputation (story is set post-Endgame, Tony lives) Pairings: Tony Stark/GN!Reader Square Filled: Cuddling Word Count: 3,171

Build Me a Cocoon So I Can Crawl Inside Your Love

Tony’s back from the specialist’s appointment he didn’t want to let you come along for, and he looks really discouraged. The gamma radiation damage had required an amputation above the elbow. It was a strategic choice, designed to offer the best possible outcome for prosthetics. The problem is, it hasn’t been healing well enough to be fitted yet, and by the look on his face, that’s still the case.

Every time he goes in to be assessed, the fitting date is pushed back, and Tony comes home feeling some kind of way. This time he’s sad, resigned even, which you suppose is better than when he was angry and ready to burn off enough flesh to start over. Tony Stark’s righteous anger is hard to refute, but his sadness? It breaks your heart.

You’d met Tony after the heroics, after the messy divorce, after the custody battle. He was never a man who knew how best to heal, and healing the whole universe of its colossal loss was meant to kill him. When it didn’t, he… didn’t handle that very well.

If you had been a home health nurse, one of the court-ordered psychologists, or even among the number of Morgan’s many home tutors (the daughter of the savior of the universe was too valuable to go to regular school, one of the things Pepper and Tony had fought over, with Tony on the side of ‘I know what boarding school and isolation does to a rich kid, you cannot do this to our daughter.’ He’d lost.), Tony would never have given you the time of day. He wants nothing at all to do with anything from before, not even by association.

No, you’re an artist. He’d run into you completely by accident on one of the worst days of his new life, though the events did end up creating an accidental bond. In a bid to completely revamp his life, Tony had been spending time at national parks, and, woefully unprepared for the heat, he’d stumbled into your day camp set up. You’d fed and watered him, but then he’d had a phantom pain attack, and in response, an attack of temper.

“-- not expect to spend the rest of my life in this much fucking PAIN!” Tony had roared, his remaining hand scrabbling at the knot made out of the empty bottom half of his right sleeve, trying to untie it. You’d come over to help, and in blind frustration, he’d shoved you away, probably remembering someone else, someone who made him feel guilty for being angry.

You’d fallen back into your easel, your ass sliding across your unfinished art, ruining many hours of work.

There was no way you wanted to make things worse for him-- after all, he was the reason you got some of the people you loved most in the world back! --so you’d tried to minimize the damage. They were only things, after all, and you could recreate what you lost. The two of you had quarantined yourselves at either side of your camp, each tending to your own ‘wounds.’ In all honesty, you’d expected him to walk off, but he hadn’t.

An indeterminate number of minutes later, after you’d cleaned everything up and were trying to decide how best to carry it back down to your car, Stark’s left hand thrust into view. He was holding a piece of paper, a receipt, it looked like, with some information scrawled onto the back of it.

“Figure out how much that all cost and I’ll reimburse you. Send me a message on that. It’s private, so,” Tony had heaved a sigh, then continued, “--don’t share--”

“Are you kidding?” you’d said, covering his shaking hand with yours instinctively, to steady it. “I wouldn’t dream of making your life worse, after all you’ve done!”

“Please.” You can still remember his voice, how weary he’d sounded. “No Thanos.”

“Yeah, I’m with you there. Fuck that guy,” you had blurted. “I meant your inventions, the prosthetics! Not just that, but in three months you’ve revolutionized the entire industry, created a whole new sweat-wicking fabric-- can I ask you?” You’d turned around, still holding onto his hand like a complete idiot, too excited to realize you were holding him physically captive. “Is it the same stuff you came up with for Banner? Because that is just genius-- though, I guess I don’t need to tell you that! You’ve always been a genius. I bet you have fifty hard drives full of that kind of stuff, really useful inventions, but people like Obediah Stane and the jerks in the army weren’t ever willing to listen.”

Tony had just blinked at you, a tiny, molecule-thick smile forming on his lips. You knew he’d been in self-destruct mode for months, but impossibly, you did not choose that moment to keep your mouth shut.

“I’m sorry you’re in such pain still. I follow tech news but don’t know much about the actual process, but that’s even more amazing, you know that, right? Pain saps creativity, and so does sadness. You’ve done all that while you’re hurt and miserable? True hero, I swear it.”

“Are you for real?” he had asked, his face a mix of consternation and reluctant happiness. “No one put you up to this? Rhodey?”

“No offense, Mr. Stark, but if War Machine flew my ass up here to make you feel better, do you think I’d have the guts to tell you that?”

It’s been ten months, the first six of which had been full of affectionate-antagonistic messages sent back and forth, sometimes with large gaps. You hadn’t wanted to take payment, he’d insisted, and you’d both found creative ways to either send money or send the sent money back, right up until the time he’d found out you were about to become homeless.

Tony Stark had moved you into his house. He’d risked the headlines, the speculation, the condemnation, and done it anyway. It didn’t feel like billionaire behavior at the time, and it still doesn’t now that you’re in the clandestine relationship the media speculated about. It felt like something someone does because they love you.

You’re not sure you’ll ever get over that. You don’t want to.

Even so, he’s hard to live with sometimes, even especially on days like this. You almost miss the anger. His attitude today feels like resigned, miserable acceptance, the thing he’d already gone through when he’d lost custody of Morgan to Pepper. You two had already hashed that out, and he’d agreed he wasn’t any kind of parent, might not be for a while. He’d tried to say he wasn’t any kind of partner, and you’d spent a few nights specifically proving that was bullshit.

Sometimes you want to scream at the whole world. To you, Tony Stark is the best of them, because he didn’t have an unassailable moral code. He hadn’t been a model of perfect humanity, and he still isn’t. And still he’d saved everyone. He’d saved people on planets ‘hitherto undreamt of,’ to quote an interaction he’d be upset you’d found out about. You’d thought about trying to rehabilitate his relationships with the people from Before, but it’s going to take a few more years of love, affection, and encouragement to get him there.

It used to be one step forward and four steps back, but now it’s more the reverse. He’s thriving, and you know it’s because he’s getting to hear the good things first, instead of constant critique.

“You’re too quiet,” Tony says from the couch.

“I was gathering rose petals,” you lie. It’s a running joke between you, but one of these days you’ll actually do it, set up a bath or something, knock his socks off.

“Please say it’s for some kind of mind-numbing tea that lets me skip forward a few days,” he groans, scrubbing his hand over his face. “I need the stronger painkillers. I know I said I wouldn’t--”

“Hey, hey,” you soothe, coming over with the pills already in hand.

Tony makes the same face he always does when you anticipate his needs. It’s surprised, pleased, even confused, but the percentages have steadily changed to be more pleased, less confused, and almost never surprised anymore. That’s progress.

You sit on the arm of the couch, next to his residual limb, and he frowns up at you.

“Don’t think I don’t notice that you keep doing that.”

“Do what?” You know, but you want him to address it.

His glare is sexy as hell, but you push your desire back and focus on his emotional state. In your head, you’re cheering him on, and maybe he can feel it, because he says, “I can’t touch you with my hand over there. Not without twisting around.”

You run your hand through his hair to soften his reaction to your response, and thrill at the rumbling ‘mmmm’ sound he makes. “Because I love all of you. If I don’t shy away from your pissy attitude when you’re an entire grump, I’m not going to shy away from--”

For the first time since you’ve been together, he reaches out with his right arm and sweeps you off of the arm of the couch and onto his lap. You try not to react, try not to show how important the moment is, but Tony’s looking right at you, and he can tell something’s up.

“Really?” he says, shaking his head in confusion like you’re some sort of bizarre cryptid.

“You never touch me with your right side on purpose,” you say carefully.

He leans down to kiss you, and it’s not a lust kiss, it’s gratitude, and something about it is sweetly calming. You can tell he got bad news today, but he’ll tell you when he’s up for it, and until then, you can show him he’s loved. When the kiss ends, he leans his head in the direction of the bedroom, and you nod.

It’s mid afternoon, but the blackout curtains on the windows lend an air of evening finality to the room, which you maintain by putting on a small, dim lamp by the bed. Tony changes out of his formal clothes while you watch appreciatively, and when he’s in his sweats, he walks over and lets himself fall onto the bed.

“Fuck,” he says. “Would it be crazy to just--”

“Sleep?” you finish with him. In response, Tony hugs you to him, and you kiss his chest. “Alarm?”

“No, I’ve figured out you’re mostly harmless by now,” he jokes, the words broken up by a ferocious yawn.

The two of you wake up in a jumble. Tony’s rolled over and thrown his right leg possessively over your hip. He’s awake, as it happens, and when you meet his eyes, he gives a little tug of his left arm, which you’ve been sleeping on. The two of you adjust, which mostly means you end up facing each other, each on your own pillow pile.

“Did the nap help any?” you whisper.

“Always and never,” he says back, and you get it. Some things just… stay broken.

Girding yourself mentally for a negative reaction, you reach up and set your left hand against the spiderweb of scars on the right side of his face.

“I have wanted to say this for months, but every time I thought about it, I recognized that you were too hurt, too full of distorted, hateful thinking to accept it.”

He breaks in, his wry expression undergirded with iron. “You’re so sure I’m ready to hear you now? After the news I got?” You can feel the tightness to his jaw under your fingertips, and you lean over to kiss it away. The way the tension eases almost as soon as your lips brush against his skin is answer enough.

“Yes.” You slide your hand down to rest against his chest, partly to feel the steady beat of his heart. “Your father did too little too late, and it’s okay to acknowledge that.”

“You’re starting there? I need a drink,” he teases, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, and his leg doesn’t tense up like he’s ready to get up and run away from what you’re saying.

“Hell yes I’m starting there. You watched me try to live up to my friends’ expectations, do you remember what you said?”

His lips twitch with reluctant amusement. “I said ‘those fuckers want to make you into the friend they want, not the friend they already have.”

“Exactly.”

“Point taken,” Tony grunts. “Next?”

“It’s not your fault that you made things that were misused by people with shitty intentions.”

He turns in bed, shifting so he can lay on his back. You cuddle up, rest your head on his shoulder. “And when those people were the government?” he asks.

“What’s the alternative? Watching them self destruct with Hammer’s shit? When you saw the weapons dealing get too far, you cut it off. You lost a ton of money. You gotta let that go, Tony. You were misled, you lived the life you thought you were meant to, right up until you didn’t.”

“Noted.”

You skip over some things. They’ll keep, and the last thing you want to do is have him sit there worrying about what you’re going to say next.

“Last one for now: that thing with the nuclear warhead and the Chitauri is the most heroic thing you’ve ever done,” you say, scooting impossibly closer. He’s gonna challenge this one.

Tony’s scorn as he turns his head to look at you is palpable, as expected.

“Hear me out: it was amazing that you built the suit for the stones, ok? But you had time to figure that out. You decided about that ahead of time. You had the choice. But the nuke? You just worked on instinct. Do you understand how amazing that was? You knew you could do it and you did it-- and you were afraid. You were terrified, Tony. That’s heroism.” His jaw is working like his teeth can’t settle against each other, and you run your fingertips through the too-long hair spilling over onto his forehead. “You also sat through that even though you wanted me to shut up.”

“True.”

“You want to tell me more about your day?”

“Not even a little bit,” he grins, but you start rubbing comfort along his chest, kissing his shoulder, and he sighs. “They’re going to take more off. Reset the stump, basically. They say that will give it a better chance of actually healing, so I can end up with something I can actually do something useful with.”

“You’ve got a million ideas for prosthetics for your suit, don’t you?” you guess. “It dawns on you that this is the issue. He hasn’t been himself without the fucking Iron Man suit, because even though it’ll conform to him, it’s not pain free until his arm heals. Tony’s been knocked back to larval form for over a year.

This whole time you thought he wasn’t doing anything with the suit because it nearly killed him, because it reminds him of Before, but that’s not it at all. Tony Stark’s suit has always been his saving grace, and he hasn’t really been himself without it.

You extricate yourself and sit up. “Holy shit.”

“Now what?” he says, vulnerable, irritated.

“This is it, this is the thing we’ve been waiting for. When did they say they’re going to do the surgery?”

“You’re excited about this?”

You stand up, too full of energy and excitement to stay still. “Tony, you’re not seeing the big picture! You’re, you’re…” You light on it, a remnant of the very few visits he still has with Morgan. That light at the end of the tunnel is so distant as to be physically painful, but you go for it, because he needs this hope, and so do you. “You’re like a cross between the seventeen-year cicadas and the Very Hungry Caterpillar, Tony!”

He’s shaking his head, sitting up in bed, hand going to massage his stump, brows furrowed.

“The suit! You’ve been exiled from it, right? Because it hurts. It hurts to leave your most vulnerable part exposed and unarmored, and the effort it takes to be the old you long enough to code it to account for what’s missing hurts too. It’s been symbolic, all this time, right?”

His left hand is fisted in his lap, and his jaw is tight, but Tony nods.

“You’ve been buried in the ground without it, it’s the only place you’re safe.” You’re probably pushing the metaphor too far, but you love this beautiful, glorious genius, and it’s not your fault you weren’t smart enough to figure this out before. “You had to heal your heart first, in order to have enough physical capital to heal your arm. You had to be willing to give something up for both-- your privacy, your right to avoid being vulnerable around someone else. Literal inches of the precious amount of arm you have left.”

“Breathe, will you? You’re turning purple,” he teases. It’s a deflection, but a gentle one. You can tell he wants you to continue, even if he can’t bring himself to admit it.

“It’s almost time to come up from the ground, Tony-- and honestly? I think if that arm of yours took less time to heal, you might actually have trashed the rest of your suits. You needed the time. And now, you can turn into a fucking IRON BUTTERFLY. You can already make that suit do anything. Fuck actual prosthetics-- as soon as you figure out the best way to pad out your stump, the sky’s the actual--” you break off and tear up.

Tony gets up, comes over, pulls you close. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but what the fuck are you--”

“You haven’t flown. Since you snapped. You love to fly.” You’re fucking inconsolable. Tony’s toxic fury has led you to compartmentalize everything about his life Before, but it’s part of him, and if you’d have just made those connections earlier--

Tony’s got his hand on your face, walking you back to the door of the bedroom, and now he’s kissing you. It’s tender, forgiving, and despite yourself, you cling to him, your guilt slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you try to grip it.

“Goddamnit, Tony!” you whisper when he shifts his lips to your cheek.

“You called me a butterfly. This is self defense.”

You sniffle defensively. “You’re a beautiful butterfly, Tony. An Iron Monarch.”

“Not yet, I’m not. But you’re going to fucking drag me there, aren’t you?” He sounds pissed, but for one of the first times since you’ve known him, it’s not a toxic anger. It’s the kind of angry you get when you’re loved so much you’re given what you need, not just what you want.

“You’d better fucking believe it,” you say.

#tony stark x reader #avengersbingo #tony stark x gn!reader #hurt/comfort #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you #iron man x reader #iron man x you #tony stark #iron man #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #iron man x gn!reader

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader (Gender Neutral)

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: Soft!Dark Tony Stark, Kidnapping, Smut (including use of the Iron Suit, Fingering/Foreplay), Mocking/Mild Degradation, Pet Names (sweetness, baby), Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

The whir of the repulsors catches your attention first. The clink of metal second. He approaches as you’ve always dreamed, a swagger in his gait despite his form contained within the famous suit.

You swallow, mouth dry and at a loss for words. Who woulda thought the Iron Man would swoop in and save your day? When all you had prepared for was coffee, copy editing, and perhaps a bit of time to relax.

Those little moth things—whatever the hell they were—certainly put a damper on your plans. Lucky you, Iron Man flew in, blasting rock over ever speaker within a ten mile radius and disintegrated them all. And wasn’t that a sight.

You sigh. It’s time to make your declarations of gratitude, retreat to your humble apartment, pour a deliriously large glass of wine, and boot up your favorite vibrator until this whole mess of a day is put far behind you.

But before you even have the chance to form the words ‘Thank you, Iron Man,’ he’s beats you to it by asking, “So, who’s your favorite Avenger?”

Stunned speechless, your mouth makes some stuttered sounds of confusion. His head tilts and you can feel the disappointment through the face mask.

“I asked you a question, sweetness,” he sighs like a school teacher who has to repeat themself one too many times. “Now, tell me who’s your favorite?”

“Well—I mean—I guess,” you stumble, still stuck in the surreal space of this conversation without any neurons firing in your brain to make sense of the situation.

“Not exactly what I’m looking for,” he interrupts, stepping forward a finger raised to silence you. On instinct alone, you step back and find nowhere else to go. But he tuts with a demeaning, “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.” Metal fingers grip your chin and keep you in place—as if the wall at your back hadn’t trapped you enough. His head tilts again, a sense of expectation settling in the air. “That was a lovely rehearsal, but let’s try it for real, shall we?” He nods your head for you with his hand guiding the way. With a bright and jolly—yet still modulated—tone, he asks once more, “Who’s your favorite Avenger, obvious Iron Man fan?”

You lick your lips, a mechanized whir following the movement. Heart racing, you reply, “You.”

“What a coincidence. I had no idea.” The bravado of his tone strikes you as strange, the way sarcasm rolls off his tongue. “Come on, baby, let’s get you home.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re cradled safe and close to his chest. The firm plates of his armour press uncomfortably against your shoulder—but who can protest when Iron Man is carrying you like a newlywed? You swallow and croak a sound. Fortunately, he doesn’t hear you, clicking his tongue and staring down at you with those glowing eyes again.

“Is that where you live?” The boots of his suit make that noise again, lifting you both into the air.

But you can’t reply because he didn’t specify—

“Yeah, we’re not going there.”

Realizing that this genius billionaire playboy philanthropist hero is taking you along for a ride to gods know where, you wrap your arms around his neck and hang on for dear life. The wind whips at your cheeks, eyes closed against the rushing air and leaking with tears. A hand tucks your face into his neck and you follow the direction easily.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, voice quieter than you would like, a little scared of the response.

“We’ll say home and stick with that,” he replies and lands with a thud that rattles your bones—and your nerves.

He sets you down and lets you explore. The room expands before you, modern with splashes of retro, cozy and warm. Not exactly something you’d expect from him.

“Mr. Stark,” you say, clearing your throat and turning toward the man still encased in metal. “Thank you for saving me, but what am I doing here?”

He chuckles, setting your spine tingling with the unnatural tone of it. “Like I said, we’re home.” He shakes his head, rolling his shoulders back and advancing into the room toward a record player. “So adorable. I gotta say, I think I made the right choice.”

“The right choice?”

“Oh yeah,” he mumbles, distracted by flicking through a collection of music. “Never done this before, but your data—” He whistles, impressed. “Couldn’t have made a better match if I built you myself.” He places a vinyl onto the player and sets the needle. More classic rock plays over surround sound speakers.

You glance over your shoulder, sneaking away toward a door while he’s not paying attention. A jolt halts your steps, the heat and energy of his blast missing your cheek by a few centimeters and leaving a burn on the wall in front of you.

“Can we skip that bit? I would really appreciate it.” A sharp note of irritation laces his voice. Your head nods in acceptance without second thought, grasping the gravity of your situation. “I mean, it’s all so unnecessary.” Metal arms band around you just under your ribs, dragging you back toward a conversation pit lined with cushions. “I like you, you like me. It should be easy.”

You heart flutters like hummingbird wings in your chest. Your body sinks into the pillows, cushioning your fall into the pit. Eyes wary, you watch as he walks about the room—setting the scene, it seems. A turn of a vase here, a twist of a lampshade there. The lights dim, the music softens.

You lick your lips again and glance toward the hallway, a light shining toward the end.

“You cozy, baby?” he asks, descending the steps into the pit and cuddling up beside you.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” You can’t raise your eyes to look at him as you request, “But I, uh, might be more comfortable if you took off the suit.”

There it is again, another chuckle that sets your teeth on edge.

“I can’t do that,” he replies with a tilt of his head. He pauses, waiting for you to ask—so you do.

“Why?”

“Because I’m not in the suit.” The faceplate lifts to reveal empty space. You jerk away at the sight, a shriek of surprise slipping past your lips. A metal hand grasps your upper arms, drawing you into the suit’s embrace, cradling you against the chest. “But don’t worry, I can still be gentle.”

You swallow a whimper, glancing around the room. Each thundering pulse of your blood wars against flooding your ears or heating between your thighs. This isn’t what you wanted—but it is—but it isn’t.

“Mr. Stark—”

He shushes you, cool metal covering your mouth. The other hand pets over your hips, stroking toward the apex of your thighs and delving beneath your waistband.

“No more of that,” he rebukes with a nudge of the faceplate against your cheek. “That’s not what I want you to call me.”

Your legs spread, hooked around the legs of the suit. It strains your muscles, an ache growing ever more needy as you wait with bated breath.

“What—” You stumble over the words, breaths panting from your lungs in anticipation and alarm, feeling the metal soothe over your most intimate place. Your voice raises an octave, “What should I call you?”

Footsteps echo down the hallway. Your eyes dart to the new intruder upon the scene to see the man himself. Tony Stark, clad in casual attire and holding tumbler of amber liquid. He eyes you, tilting his head to and fro, a pair of glasses sitting on his face.

He stalks forward—his steps slow, careful things. All the while his suit plays with you, slicking itself with your desire and leaving you a wanton mess. A smirk twitches at the man’s lips. He enters the pit and stops before you. Gentle fingers brush across your cheek. His eyes lock on yours.

“You can call me Daddy.” He settles on the cushions opposite and drapes his arms across the sides of the pit. His legs spread as wide as your own, his dick bulging beneath the zipper of his jeans. He turns his head to take a sip of his drink, gaze never leaving yours. “I think it’s time we learn all about your favorites, sweetness. Don’t you?”

A buzz thrums through your veins. The fingers vibrate against you, a shock that leaves your lips parted in a shameless moan. Hips rolling into the sensation, you bite your cheek and turns your face into the suit’s neck.

It ceases in an instant. The suit a statue beneath you. A needy whine trills in your throat, frustrated by the tease of it.

“Eyes on me,” Tony instructs, waiting until you comply.

Irritation burns in your chest, meeting his gaze with spite. But as soon as the delicious torture begins again and you can feel yourself climbing toward that exquisite peak, you’re lost. Just your wildest fantasies come to life in this exhilarating moment.

The unrelenting metal suit does not stop, even as you crash into your orgasm with a keening cry. It persists and does not falter. You meet Tony’s eye with a plea, begging mercy. But he chuckles—unobstructed by the suit’s mechanized tone.

“That’s it,” he coos, content to watch your unraveling, “I can see it. All your little thoughts fluttering away.” He licks his lips and sits forward, dark gaze boring into you. “Isn’t that right, my dumb little baby?”

From a mouth almost too slack to speak, you form the words, “Yes, Daddy.”

He hums. The sound penetrates your head, swimming in pleasure and light on your shoulders, struck by a wildering joy. It lolls back on the suit’s shoulder, a blissful smile straining your lips. And just as before, you’re lost.

✨Happy Birthday Sloth!✨ Lots of love and well wishes to you! 💜

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 MA'AM

I am heckon dead. Thank you so much for this lovely drabble I'm sorry it took me almost a week to reply. God I just fucking love when you write Tony and God 🥴🥴🥴🥴 this fic really fucked me up.

I just wanna bathe in all these feelings forever and just be Daddy's dumb little baby 😩

@boop-le-snoot 👀👀👀👀

#sloth asks #foxgloveprincess #tony stark x gn!reader #tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark #long post #tw long post #tw dubcon #tw dub con #soft!dark!tony stark

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ahappyplacefornat · 2 years

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Hi Darling! I just had this thought that it would be really funny if Nat a TONY had a child...ik it sounds crazy but bro go big or go home

What if Natasha and Tony had a child.

Word count: 1097

Summary: Natasha and Tony as your parents.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark x child!reader, Natasha Romanoff x child!reader.

Warnings: none

Note: Hey anon, I hope you like this, please let me know if there's any mistake.

Also, this is a world where Nat can have her own kids.

- You would have been an accident, that's for sure.

- A loved one, ok?

- Tony and Nat would be very good at dividing their responsibilities together, it wouldn't be too difficult since the three of you would live in the avengers tower.

- You would have the best connections on the planet.

- Need some advice? Go to Steve, a kid is bothering you at school? Go to Clint, need help with your homework? Bruce will help in a heartbeat.

- But, really, you'd be the most loved.

- It wouldn't have been easy at first, for anyone it isn't, but the moment they both had you in their arms, any worries would disappear.

- They would NEVER but NEVER fight in your presence.

- Maybe not even if you weren't there, they are polar opposites but both are mature.

- Natasha would be the bad cop and Tony would be the good cop.

Nat: Today is fun day with mom!

Y/N:

Nat: Aren't you going to act happy?

Tony: Last time you tried to get carried away they ended up throwing up in the car...

- You'd wear only stupidly expensive clothes, courtesy of Daddy Tony.

- But Natasha would make sure to keep you grounded.

- Needless to say, Clint would be the best uncle in the world, he knows Natasha so well he would know how to get her on your side at every problem, or almost.

Y/N: I think mom was right.

Clint: I'm surprised she haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Tony: She wouldn't do that.

Natasha: You're right, Tony. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Natasha: *turns around, the shirt she's wearing says 'Natasha Told You So' on the back*.

- THE PARTIES.

- Even though Tony and Nat aren't a couple, they would go to Avengers parties together to keep you feeling warm all night.

- Natasha would be the cutest holding your hand in hers at all times.

- As you get older, they become more protective.

- Neither likes it to be a public focus and would do anything for you to have a normal life.

- Tony loves picnics together, he just won't admit it.

- Natasha also won't admit that turning to him for advice has served her well.

- Can you imagine the bear hugs they would give you together on your birthday?

- Doing homework with you in a common area like the kitchen is one of Tony's favorite activities, more so when Nat is there to make breakfast.

- Speaking of food, forget about Tony cooking dinner.

Y/N: DAD HELP! I TOLD MOM I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Tony, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

- Both of them would be patient with you accepting that they are not a couple, very understanding.

- Thanks to that it wasn't hard for you to accept Pepper, after all she was always there too.

- Your are also close with Clint's family.

Y/N: Mom, I wanna go to the center with Lila, can I?

Tony: Who's even she?

Nat: There's no way u don't know who she is.

Tony: I was obviously just kidding...

Tony, whispering: Who is she?

Y/N also whispering: Uncle's Clint daughter.

Nat: Unbelievable.

- Yeah, he didn't know about Clint's family.

- Natasha was disappointed about that.

- Then we have Christmas, where even if Tony wanted to spend all his money on gifts for you, Nat won't let him.

- She'd rather go out for a relaxing dinner, have each other's presence as a gift, she's lost too many to not value that.

- You'd eat tacos, or have a simple soup, play in the snow and cuddle to keep warm.

- Nat would make sure that both you and Tony would appreciate each other.

- Since Peter is so close to Tony, he would also be close to you.

- Peter isn't good keeping secrets from you.

- The older you got and the closer you got to adolescence, Nat's need to take pictures of everything would become more urgent.

- Natasha loves to talk about your day, she loves that you have the confidence with her to do that.

- Later, you would move in with Nat in a separate house.

- Tony would really miss you, like, a lot.

- It wouldn't be too far from the city, but it would be a little out of the way.

- Nat made the new place feel like home pretty quickly.

- In her words "It wasn't hard, you're my home"

- You and Nat love to tend your garden together.

- It's a secret, but making fruit salad for you is something that makes her very happy.

- Whenever you had a disagreement, you'd talk it out maturely, courtesy of Nat teaching you that.

- You'd spend most weekends with Tony, even more days if you were both free.

- Then he'd have Morgan.

- Far from being sad or disappointed, you were thrilled.

- Tony was so excited to tell you that he almost threw a bucket of water on you to wake you up.

- You were a great support to both him and Pepper during the pregnancy.

- Nat was also excited that you were going to experience having a little sister.

- She would spend more time with Pepper talking about her experience as your mother.

- She would also teach you how to change diapers for when the time came.

- When Morgan came into the world you took it upon yourself to take care of her so Pepper could get some well-deserved breaks.

- But even while taking care of your little sister, you never neglected your studies.

- Both Nat and Tony were proud of that.

- From now on, Christmas, birthdays, family celebrations in general, would be the five of you.

- The older you got, the more Nat felt it was right to teach you some fighting techniques, so you could defend yourself.

- Tony didn't want her to be too hard on you, you weren't an avenger after all.

- That's why he took you with him to hang out whenever he could, to take your mind off of everything.

*You and Tony are sitting in jail together*

Y/N: So who should we call?

Tony: I’d call your mom, but I feel safer in jail.

- Someday you will tell that story to Pepper and Morgan, probably not soon.

- But that's what your family is all about, a chaotic mess that you love and that loves you.

- You will always be grateful that Nat and Tony will handle co-parenting the way they did.

- And they will always be grateful to each other for the support they gave each other.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years

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TONY STARK | IRON MAN (the mcu | let’s say after Avengers but before AOU | time placement’s a bit iffy)

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“Happiest With You” (Tony Stark x Gn!Reader)

| Reader isn’t fond of Steve, and for good reason.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, maybe 16+, no explicit sex but heavy making out & mentions of sexual acts towards the end half - jealous!reader (but it’s unfounded) - you’re cute together

| 4k+ words

You’d only just gotten to the gala and met up with Tony, since he’d invited you to be his plus one, when Rogers ran off and the crowd swept with murmurs in his absence.

Normally this wouldn’t mean much for you, or Tony for that matter since he wasn’t Steve’s goddamn keeper, but it was bad for everyone’s publicity if the leader of the Avengers just ran off without a good reason at a Veterans Ball he was the guest of honor at.

So naturally someone had to go after him, and as all eyes shifted to Tony (including Pepper’s) you both knew it was gonna be him.

You watched your partner go with a huff. With the way Rogers went on around Tony you wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted the man as much as you did. He’d been cool as can be before you showed up, but then Tony had kissed you, the press had gone wild, and he had disappeared outside.

You were a big CEO in your own right so you could recognize the necessity of always sending Tony to retrieve Steve (all eyes were on him after all) but you were also very familiar with what bullshitting looked like.

And Steve Rogers was a very good bullshitter. The man wasn’t that unstable.

Investors tended to try to pull the wool over your eyes constantly, like you were stupid or something, and Rogers tried it just as often.

The looks he gave you were always tinged with poorly hidden jealousy before he caught himself.

You honestly didn’t know how people couldn’t see it. Including your partner.

You trusted Tony unwaveringly, fully well knowing he wouldn’t cheat on you with anyone. If Tony wanted out he’d just fucking break up with you, he was blunt like that, and respected you too much to do anything else. Unfortunately though, you also trusted that Tony wouldn’t immediately shoot Steve down because he hadn’t yet caught on to the man’s feelings about him.

You knew how Tony was with social cues. It’d taken him until the second time you’d asked him out to realize you weren’t messing with him even. With Tony you’d had to learn to be much more direct with your words to lessen communication issues, which had initially proved challenging. You were used to your silver tongue getting you places. When people fucked with you, you fucked them right back and took their place on the ladder. The business world was cutthroat and you didn’t plan on falling off anytime soon, so rewiring your brain for Tony didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen.

That level of openness though is what makes Steve’s shit grate on you. Your relationship was public (too public sometimes); you were Black America’s golden child and even if Tony wasn’t quite in the same place image wise with any one group he was still a Stark so you both had your respective eyes on you.

Tony was both simultaneously higher and lower than you on the food chain.

If Tony was black he’d have been kicked off of the chain years ago, fuck who his father was or how he’d advanced technology, and if you were white. Well…the Black America’s golden child specification wouldn’t have been necessary.

You’d sourced your parents oil business, once they retired, into green energy and it was slow change but it was still steady going and people recognized that. Respected it. You were known for cutting down big oil that was damaging small towns and you were good at it.

So people knew you, some adored you and some really didn’t, but you were in the public eye regardless. You’re also with somebody that’s in the public eye even more than you are. So there was no reason for Rogers to always be finding ways to end up alone with your partner.

To be touching him like he was doing right now.

“Oh fuck no.”

You straighten up from your semi-relaxed perch near Rhodey, who was also a guest of honor, and he turns to cut a confused look at you.

Tony’s best friend is great, you’d gotten close to both of his friends during the duration of your on and off relationship (admittedly Rhodes more so than Potts), and so you try not to be too short with him as you push yourself up.

“Rogers is doing it again,” you grumble.

Rhodey sighs as he no doubt looks in the same direction you are and sees the sliver of both men through the balcony doors.

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t look good.”

You nod your head and only turn to briefly catch his gaze before he waves you off.

“We both already know you’re gonna do whatever you feel like, so I’ll save my breath,” his eyes track something across the room and you raise your eyebrow before following his gaze.

He is right though, Rogers is pissing you off and you’re going to do whatever you feel like to handle it at this point.

You’re curious about Rhodey right now though.

“What are you watching?”

Rhodey gives you another sidelong look before smirking and starting to walk off.

“Maybe you’ll figure it out eventually,” he starts beelining towards a very pretty black woman and you chuckle. “Try not to mess with him too badly,” he calls over his shoulder before he disappears into the crowd.

Well, now that he’s after someone, it’s your turn.

Your shoes clack against the marble floor as you pick up two glasses of champagne from a waiter passing by you. Your eyes are dead set on the double doors your partner went through when someone steps in front of you.

You don’t spare them much of a glance, going to sidestep the person until they match your movement and you’re forced to actually look at them.

It’s your assistant.

You groan and roll your eyes, throwing your head back a little.

“Come on, Carmen.”

Her eyes narrow as she shakes her head at you.

“I’m not going to stop you from getting Tony. Lord knows Rogers has been stressing him out enough.” She points at you, “But do not cause a scene. Our resident American Icon is giving Potts enough grey hairs as is, I don’t need you giving me any too.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fight him.”

“I didn’t say you would, but also…” she raises an eyebrow at you to finish her sentence and despite everything you lick your lips and laugh a bit.

The tall woman’s dubious look isn’t exactly unwarranted, Rhodey had told you to go easy on Rogers for a reason. People were always all over Tony and you were both jealous and protective, but you didn’t blow up so much as you got revenge at a later date.

Your targets rarely ever knew where their misfortune came from, but that wasn’t the important part. People didn’t purposely get in your way and get away with it. Them being messed with was the important bit.

“I’m not going to do anything drastic,” You look back at the door. At the very least Rogers isn’t touching Tony any more. You glance back at Carmen with a small smirk. “Besides. If I hit him I’d just break my own hand, and that’d be much too counterproductive. I’m a plotter not a fighter.”

Carmen’s nostrils flare, and you get just a little satisfaction in riling her up, but you take pity soon after.

“I’m just going to get him to stop, Car. I’m good with my tongue,” You wink at her and she huffs out a begrudging laugh. “I can get him to screw off without causing a scene.”

Carmen only raises her eyebrows at you for a few more seconds, all of which you watch Rogers for, before she steps aside. You distractedly nod your head at her in thanks and then move forward.

“Try not to fuck him up too badly,” she says.

“Funny, Rhodey said something similar,” you answer right before you push through the balcony doors.

Both men, leaning separate against the railing with an awkward air, whip their heads around to look at you.

It might just be you, but Rogers looks a little devastated, and as he turns to you the look on his face only seems to get funnier. Now you’re genuinely curious about what they were talking about.

You clock Tony’s expression in a similar fashion as you close the door behind you with your foot. He looks equally as awkward but his face is rapidly shifting with relief as he takes you in.

You toss him a cute little smile and he reciprocates it tiredly. The change from how honestly energetic he’d been while bragging about Rhodey’s accomplishments with you to the socialites inside grates.

You give Rogers an easy look, consciously making sure your eyes don’t narrow, before you plaster a smile on your face. Rogers is fidgety but the large man is mostly non threatening as he steps a little more away from Tony.

Good.

The smile you’re wearing feels like stone.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I thought you two might like something to drink before they close the bar for the night.” (A bold faced lie)

You lift up the two flutes of alcohol and watch as Steve looks away when Tony steps towards you to take one of the drinks and then makes a move to kiss you in thanks.

The smile falls off of your face entirely at the awkward way he aborts the gesture though.

You give him a look and he smiles at you with a panicky expression on his face. His eyes flutter to Rogers and you glare a little and shrug as you watch Tony. You could not give a fuck if Rogers was uncomfortable by your partner giving you the smallest amount of affection.

Tony’s lips thin and he gives you a pointed wide eyed look. Despite yourself you huff and roll your eyes before turning back to Steve.

You hold out your hand, actively offering him the other glass this time.

“You whisked my boyfriend away for so long I figured you could use something to drink,” you force the smile back onto your face. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“We handled something kind of important before you got here, but we’re finished now.” He smiles while rubbing at the back of his neck, but there’s that flash of jealousy.

You nod. “Hopefully nothing too important.”

“It’s private.”

The corners of your smile twitch a little and you feel Tony put a hand on the small of your back. “Oh, I bet.”

Steve seems to take in the way Tony purposefully steps towards you, the way he only has to brush his hand against your shoulder to get you to relax, and the way he eases himself comfortably at your side before finally deciding he should get going.

“Thank you again for the offer, but I should really get back in there,” He murmurs as he passes up your outstretched hand and sidesteps the both of you so he can go through the door.

“See you later, Tony,” he says right before the door closes behind him.

Tony grumbles something vaguely nasty under his breath as he pushes away from you. You cackle shortly at his words before watching as he rubs a hand down his face.

You give Tony a false bashful look when the door closes on Steve that quickly turns into one of mirth the longer you both look at each other.

“Ah dang, I ruined the moment didn’t I, Tony? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

Tony cuts you off with a snort, “You are so full of shit.”

He still looks tired but the smile on his face is real.

You take a sip of your drink, only grimacing slightly at the taste, before grinning back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t,” he jokes. “I needed a break from Rogers, anyway, and you saved me from more awkward back and forth so thanks.”

You give a cocky shrug as you sidle up close to him. The playfulness Tony naturally fills you with dissipates some as you do.

“Are you okay?”

Tony nods before looking back at the door with a disgruntled look, “You could’ve told me he had a crush on me you know?”

You give Tony a small smile that the man can’t help but reciprocate.

“I could’ve, yeah, but you were making a friend.”

Tony rolls his eyes.

“Some friend. He apparently had no problem admitting his feelings for me even though I’ve been in a committed relationship for two years.”

You feign shock and Tony flicks you on the arm.

“It’s not funny. He admitted to wanting to fuck me, Y/n!”

Despite the biting edge to his words Tony’s whole stance relaxes as you get close enough to wrap your arms around his waist.

He smiles hopelessly as you rub your nose against his.

“Oh yeah. And I officially think that conversation can be added to some of the worst of my career, if I’m being honest.”

You nod at him and give him a kiss on the cheek. “At least it’s out in the open now and he can finally get off your ass,” you murmur.

Tony leans into you with a sigh and gives you a knowing look.

“You are such a jealous person,” he murmurs.

You scoff, “Oh absolutely. Now drink your juice.”

“It’s champagne,” he teases back but he still takes a sip of his drink. “Your insistence on calling it juice will never not astound me.”

“It tastes like shit regardless, Tonio, doesn’t really matter what I call it.”

Tony laughs, and you watch delightedly as his dimenior relaxes.

“I do feel kind of bad that I had to shut him down the way I did though.”

“You do that,” you murmur. “But you’re mine now. His delusions would have had to be rectified eventually. And better me than you, because I wouldn’t have been half as nice putting his ass in his place. Especially if he’d admitted to wanting to fuck you.”

“The things you say to me, darling.”

NOTES: You know what? I don’t really know how I feel about this one, but I’m posting it anyway.

And also Steve’s role in this is simply catalyst, don’t take it personally.

Hope you enjoyed!!

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