when tony and i got back home we both immediately went down into his lab so that he could get his suit off, i on the other hand went to go change so i can clean tony's wounds.
i put my hair up into a bun before i walk downstairs and downstairs again before going into tony's shop. i put my code in before i open the door and i walk over to tony who's sitting on his medical table in pajamas.
i run my hand through his hair and hug him again, he moves his hands to circle my waist pulling me in for a hug "i'm sorry for scaring you" he says into my shirt making me smile lightly "it's ok as long as you're ok i'm fine" i admit and he looks up at me and smiles.
i feel the urge to kiss him but i push that aside and grab his chin to look at his wounds and they look awful.
"damn obadiah whooped yo ass" i say and tony gives me a 'really' look and i bust out laughing "im so sorry it's not funny but it is" i say though my laugh and he rolls his eyes playfully.
after 30 minutes i finally finish cleaning his wounds, luckily most of them were minor and just looked bad. i finish bandaging up his nose and pat his shoulder before cleaning up the mess.
i feel tony's hand stop mine and he starts to clean up shocking me "is the tony stark cleaning?!" i ask and he chuckles continuing to clean up.
"miss y/n, mr stark there are people at your door" jarvis announces. tony and i look at each other "j pull up the front door camera" tony says and we look at the cameras and see news outlets all on the porch "it's two in the morning" i say and look at him.
"j tint all of the windows" tony says "i can't do that sir at least not without it going unnoticed i advise you not to go upstairs unless you would like to be questioned" jarvis says, "fuck" i whine and tony rolls his eyes.
"we'll have to sleep down here, i have a couch down here that we can sleep on and yes it has a curve" he says and i smile "you got any blankets" i ask and he nods "j can you tint the window down here" he asks "yes sir" he says, the windows turn nearly pitch black.
tony grabs some blankets from his car and hands them to me, i walk over to the couch and put them in the couch before sitting down and getting comfortable.
tony asks jarvis to turn all of the lights out as he walks over to the couch, he sits down next to me and asks jarvis to play a random movie.
as we watch the movie tony lays his head on my shoulder "thank you" he says and i smile "for what" i ask and he looks up at me "for helping me today i wouldn't have been able to do it without you'" he says and i smile "you're welcome just don't make me do some shit like that again" i say and he laughs.
"obadiah had been trying me tho" i say "really" he asks "yeah he would always make comments about how i dressed and how it wasn't professional enough" i say and he nods "how come you never told me" he ask and i shrugs "it's happened before it's nothing i couldn't handle" i say and he shakes his head "that's harassment y/n, if anyone ever does that to you please let me know" he states and i smile.
tony
i looked at her and she smiled at me before running her fingers through my hair "how do you not have any greys" she asks and i look at her shocked "what if anyone should have any it should be you" she says and i feign hurt "are you saying i'm getting old" i ask hurt and she laughs "no tony i'm saying you're stressed out" she says and chuckle."the salt and pepper look would look good on you" she says "really" i ask and she nods "i might have to go for it" i say and she laughs.
what happens the rest of the night is kind of a blur, i look at the clock at it's five am "it's five in the morning" i say through a yawn but i don't get an answer, i look down and see y/n knocked out on my chest. i don't bother to move her or anything i just lay back and go right back to sleep.
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his heart | bwwm
Fanfictiony/n y/l/n was a smart and hard working woman, when she sees tony starks assistant has quit she decided to apply to be his assistant and he easily hires her. little doesn't y/n know tony will put her through a whole world of trouble. (i do not own an...