𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 || 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 || 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

"Y/N, there's a party at my place tonight, come?" Tony's voice said over the phone.

You paused in the middle of your dinner, fork half-raised to your mouth, "Uhhhhhhh, sure, what time?"

"8, the tower."

"I'll be there," you grinned into the phone, hanging up quickly.

Honestly, you'd been in love with Tony ever since you'd known him. Like, genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist, who wouldn't fall in love with one of the world's greatest superheroes? Plus, he was pretty attractive.

What to wear, what to wear, what to wear ...

You pretty much went through your whole wardrobe, looking for the right outfit.

Too preppy. Too much of a club look ... too uncomfortable.

Finally, you had found a short, sleeveless dress. It was silver and sparkled with fake rhinestones. You chose a matching choker and silver heels. Your phone said 8:10pm.

Perfect.

- - -

The party was pretty good. There were lots of guests, and, naturally, Tony.

"You made it Y/N!" he said loudly. From his breath and staggering walk, you could tell he was a little drunk.

"Yeah, I did," you replied, somewhat awkwardly.

Tony smiled at you before heading back into the crowd. You only came to Tony's parties because they were Tony's parties, because he would be there. You were a little socially anxious, and a little uncomfortable in really big crowds. But you decided you would stay through the night.

For Tony.

- - -

At 2 in the morning, it was just you and Tony sitting at the bar. You'd only had a couple drinks, but Tony had loaded up. He was reaching for another bottle of vodka, when a sudden fit of passion came upon you.

"Dammit Tony!" you yelled suddenly, whacking the bottle out of his hands.

It smashed to the floor, and his eyes followed it, shocked.

"I'm not going to sit here and watch you drink yourself to death! I care about you! People care about you! And you're breaking hearts, you're losing yourself, you're losing everything by drinking all the damn time!"

Tony blinked at your outburst, suddenly pretty sober. "You care about me, Y/N?"

"Of course I do! That's why I can't let drink yourself to death!"

"Y/N, I-I'm not worthy of anyone's love," he sighed, itching to reach for more liquor to drown himself.

"Yes you are, Tony," you said softly. "I promise."

You kissed him gently on the lips, expecting him to pull away. Instead, he kissed you back.

"Thanks for that, Y/N." An inch of his ordinary smirk had returned.

You chuckled lightly. "I couldn't not help my favourite superhero."

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