Tony Stark one shots

Natalia

Tony Stark went to a shit ton of galas. With his mother, with his father, and sometimes the both of them. He was not fond of them. The endless classical music, that unless he paid attention too, sounded all the same. The fake pleasantries and questions where all everyone really wanted was money or fame, or both. Did it matter? No it didn't. But nevertheless there he was, however amidst it all there was only one reason he attended, for other than his parents' benefit. This started when he was 6. It was the first time something stood out to him, other then like... mechanics.

It was actually a girl, a living breathing human. She was around his age, 5 or 6. She was a blond, but he could tell she wasn't actually one. Maybe brunette? He couldn't tell, her disguise was good. He watched her as she slipped something into a man's drink. Though no one would have known, if not they were watching her like he was. Then she was gone. He ended up at a funeral the next week, interesting he thought. He didn't see her for about a year, he was 7 the next time. She was a brunette, so that also meant she wasn't. They made eye contact this time. A woman fell down the stairs. In a couple hours they declared her dead. No one noticed the hole, the dart left after hitting her temple. Then the girl was gone.

Another year passed. She was a lighter brunette this time. No brown, then. They passed each other in the hall as she slipped a knife into a man's jacket. Another one left dead in the bathroom. He went to jail, while the other was buried 6 feet under.

He saw her 13 more times until he hit the age of 14. Someone died each time.

He was 16 when he finally got to dance with her. This time she was a strawberry blonde, not unusual for a teen. They didn't speak, but he knew she was watching him too. Another man died that night, he knew it happened while they danced.

He saw her at 18 then. Ginger coloured hair. It almost looked real, but he knew it wasn't. He received a kiss on the cheek this time, it was everything he thought it would be. He wanted more. 3 men and a woman died that night. His parents a couple weeks later. He didn't see her for a while. He didn't think he could take any death at the time, almost like she knew.

At 19, he began seeing her at more than just galas and parties. Just after meetings with the board, or after business deals. Each time he received a kiss on the cheek. Each kiss he got, someone just seemed to die. It almost seemed like a price, but he couldn't care less. He wondered if he would ever be the one to pay the price, so far he's only been receiving.

At 21, when he took over the company. She was there. She smiled at him. Then after his speech, and the day was over. He pulled out the cue cards he used, and on the very top one in messy handwriting it wrote NATALIA. No one died that night, maybe it wasn't actually a price.

When Tony turned 23 he officially met her. Not her- but rather Natalia. God- it was a beautiful name, just wonderful for someone like her. Fast and sharp, but had a beautiful edge. He was walking the streets of Venice, alone and deep in thought. And there she was. Just standing there in all her glory. Hair, blonde like the first time he saw her. He never had seen that colour twice. He froze, wanting to walk up to her in the empty street. Just a couple feet of bricks between them. There was so much he wanted to say, yet nothing seemed to register. Instead he said, "Is it my turn yet?"

"It's supposed to be." She replied, looking completely melancholic. A strange expression on her face. She seemed to be a very put together person.

"Oh." He replied. So his time was up then.

After several minutes of just looking at one another Natalia finally spoke up softly. She crossed the distance between them, slowly but purposefully. Almost like what they had would suddenly shatter. While finally putting her long and slender fingers on his cheek, he subconsciously leaned resting his own hand atop hers. "I don't want it to be." she whispered, almost as if it were a sin, for all he knew it might have been.