Agent | Tony Stark

Inexperienced Boy.

Chapter Six

Tony walked me to my room that night, but he stopped me from closing my door. "Don't go to bed yet, I wanna talk but I have something to do." He requested and I nodded.

"Okay-" he held his hands up and ran to the elevator and went in, I sighed and pulled off my clothes, and got in a black tank and silk shorts, the tank a crop top so it showed a little bit of my mid-drift and was tighter against now my braless chest.

I sighed as I slipped into bed and looked at the ring on my finger, I took it off and put it on my side table, I pulled the sheet onto me, I opened my phone seeing texts from John saying 'I'm sorry,' or 'please respond' I sighed loudly and opened my page, which was thriving on Instagram, I had a few million followers considering I was Bucky's niece, and now an avenger recruit, it went viral overnight and now I was crazy, John had no idea, so I scrolled through the comments, boosting my feelings back up seeing the people telling me how pretty I was in the outfit I wore tonight, as I scrolled I heard a knock, I looked up seeing Tony, he was also changed, wearing a white tank, those they used to call Wife-beaters, and gray sweats, I bit my lip seeing him, I could see how he was decently muscular and I could see the outline of the arc reactor that kept him alive.

"Come in," I said and he nodded coming in, I saw him holding a pizza box, I couldn't help but smile. "What's that?"

"You didn't eat while your dick boyfriend was here, so I got you this." He said putting it in front of me and I couldn't help but just smile wider, despite he called John a dick, but he was acting like one.

"Really?" I mumbled and he nodded.

"And water." He said holding up two bottles in his hand, putting them on my side table, where he froze a bit, grabbing my ring. "You really wanna marry him?" He asked sitting on the bed, I bit my lip, this was the first time someone asked me that, and I felt like I could confide in Tony, and maybe trust him, he was looking at the ring as he reached over opening the pizza box.

"I uh," I mumbled and he looked at me, "Is it terrible that I don't know?" I whispered and he looked surprised.

"Well, from what I know as a man, I would care if my fiancee doesn't know if they wanna marry me." He said and I sighed. "Eat while we talk." He suddenly insisted and I looked at him nodding and grabbing a piece of pizza.

"He doesn't care..." I mumbled tearing up. "He doesn't even say he loves me anymore. I was so shocked when he asked me to marry him." I mumbled, taking a bite to try and hold my tears back.

"I don't think you should marry him." He said and I looked at him surprised. "Your relationship isn't healthy, the way he treats you is terrible and the whole team thinks so." He said and I frowned, taking another bite, as tears forced their way out of my eyes, he looked worried. "I don't want you to cry-"

"No, it's not." I looked down, ducking my head, him saying this hurt and I wanted so badly to refuse. That we were healthy. That this was normal.

"It's not normal Y/N. He was ordering you around, he commented how you dress and that you used to be difficult. You didn't even eat." He explained and I felt sick. "Y/N you're marrying this man." He said. "Someone who's used you for work, who controls you, who treats you like- like-"

"Like what?" I looked at him and he looked at me.

"Like your his fling, not fiancee." He said and I put the piece of pizza down, and gently took the ring back, putting it down. "Y/N-"