Marvel imagines and one-shots

Champagne spills/ Tony Stark

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You were currently in the kitchen, scouring through the pantry to try and find something to eat but apparently, someone, someone hiding in the vents, had forgotten to go grocery shopping. Again.

"Clint Barton, you better be hiding because the moment I find you, you're going to be dead!" You stomped your foot and turned around only to be met with Tony Stark. You screamed in his face and stumbled backwards and fell.

"For somebody so eager to kill, you sure do get scared very easily," he commented, moving forward and extended his hand. You looked up at his hand and smacked it away then got up by herself.

"Alright, what do you want, Stark?" You asked.

"Do you always think I want something when I come to you?" he scrunched up his face.

"Well, you have proven time and time again that yes, you do. Now, get on with whatever it is. I can't wait here all day, I believe I have a bird-brain to kill today," You said. "And he better not be hiding in the vents!" You said with a louder voice.

His eyes gleamed with pride, "So you do listen to my nicknames, and here I thought u didn't like me."

"Yeah, that's right. I don't" You blatantly lied. In fact, you didn't just like him, you loved him but you didn't want to tell him. Not because of the fear of rejection, but because you don't want to be just some girl he uses and throws away. You would rather have none of his love than half of it. This is exactly why you tried your best to ignore him, to prevent falling for him further.

"Alright, fine you're right!" You smirked. "I was just coming here to invite you to the Pyjama party I am hosting tonight."

He's hosting a what now? A pyjama party? W- what? His parties are usually very high class with champagne and expensive food. Since when the hell was pyjama party an option?

"You're hosting a what now?" You asked with a confused face.

"A pyjama party. So, find your best pyjamas in your closet, and yeah, that's practically all you need," he replied. He started to walk away but then turned around and said, "Oh yeah, not many people are coming, it's just the team; and by the team, I mean the whole team, not just the ones living here!" With that, he walked away.

"Does hoodie and sweats count as pyjamas? I don't exactly own fancy satin shorts and silk shirts!" You called after him but was met with silence. He was gone. You sighed. No, you weren't going to go shopping and spend 50$ on a piece of silk. Hoodies and sweats it is.

***

You dragged her feet along the corridor. Currently, you were heading towards the party. You could hear chatter coming ahead of you. Like you had said, you wore a black hoodie with a cartoony drawing of the original six avengers and white sweats, along with your slippers. your hair was curled and rested at your shoulder. One hand in the pocket, one with your phone.

As soon as you entered, your eyes went wide. "What the hell," you muttered. In front of you, you could see that everyone was dressed in knee-length dresses and coats, everyone except you. The chatter stopped and everyone turned to look at you. It felt exactly like when you are late to class and you enter the room, everybody turns and looks at you like you just murdered somebody in front of them. You were just about to turn and run when Tony came forward from behind the crowd and said, "Uh, happy April fools?" As if he was unsure about it himself. He laughed.