Avengers Imagines

Ch. 29~Charity-Tony Stark Fluff

"Tony..." I complain and continue flipping through the files in my arms. He spins in front of me and starts walking backwards.

"Come on, it's a just a little work function. You work with me so you'll fit right in!" He pleads and I laugh at the lunacy.

"Tony, it's a very high-ranking charity dinner that I would most certainly stand out at." I point out before turning into my office while Tony keeps walking. He's quick, of course, to follow me in. "And I work for you. Not with you. It wouldn't be appropriate." I sit down and set the stack of files in front of me. Tony sits on my desk next to them and pouts at me.

"I resent that. You work with me. Say it. Say it or I'll never leave you alone." He tells me and I roll my eyes.

"You never leave me alone anyways!" I shout with a smile and start sorting the files alphabetically. At least, until Tony lays out on his side over them. "Tony." My tone is disapproving, but I'd be lying if his antics didn't sometimes make my day.

"Say it, please." He requests with shining dark brown eyes. Fighting my smile, I sigh.

"We work together." I finally relent and he hops up with a grin, then heads to the door.

"Great! So, your dress will be here at two and I'll meet you down at the car at five. Thanks!" He says as he ducks out of the room. I jump up and hold out a hand, but he's already sprinting down the hall. Great. I work until four thirty before remembering the deal we struck and speed to my room to get ready. I braid a few pieces of hair into a bun on the back of my head. Thank god I'm used to rushing my make-up or else this would be a total disaster. As promised, the dress Tony ordered for me is hanging on my closet door and I'm quick to wiggle it on. I look into a mirror and immediately frown. The dress is beautiful; a sheath shape clings to my body, then flares at my upper thigh to fall to the floor in supple vertical folds. Strapless with a plunging back, it's gorgeous. The only issue is that it's bright, bright red with gold all along the top edge. I'm going to a charity dinner wearing my boss's colors.

"Tony." I stomp my foot in irritation before slipping on gold heels and grabbing a gold clutch. There's no time to change or to complain, I just put on hot rod red lipstick to match the dress and head down to the car. Shockingly, I beat Tony here. Happy and the car are here though and Happy's eyes bug out of his head when he sees me. "I know, I know. Please god tell me it's not horrible." Happy blinks and shakes his head.

"I was only going to say you look beautiful, Miss." My anger dissipates a little when he says that. "Interesting colors, too." And the anger's back.

"There it is. You couldn't have left it at 'I look beautiful'?" I scold Happy while he grins. "And I didn't get to choose the colors. Your boss did." Happy nods to indicate he knew, then seems to realize his mistake when my mouth drops. "You knew?" My voice jumps up a couple octaves, but Happy is saved from beheading by our boss walking out the door. Of course, he looks fantastic in an all-black suit and a bright red tie the same color as my dress. I put the hand not holding my clutch on my hip and watch him descend the few stairs to the car before he looks up. His eyes widen and an easy smile takes over his lips as he looks me up and down.

"Ravishing. I knew you would be." Tony walks over and, ignoring the anger on my face, takes my hand and kisses it tenderly.

"Hm. Charming. But no amount of charm is going to change the fact that I'm wearing your colors to a work function! What were you thinking?" As I talk Tony gestures to Happy who opens the car door. Tony nods along with my words and guides me gently into the car, then shuts the door behind him as I end my last sentence.

"I was thinking you would look nice in red and I was right. So, what?" He says nonchalantly as Happy starts to drive. I shake my head.

"Red and gold, Tony. People are going to talk." I reach up and pinch my temples. "We'll be in every gossip magazine published..." I groan. My eyes open when Tony takes my hand off my temples and squeezes it in his. My eyes meet his amused brown ones as he massages my hand with both of his.