Marvel Imagines (x Fem!Reader)

Competitive Edge: Tony Stark x CEO!Reader

"Miss YLN, you're four o'clock is in the waiting room." YN groaned under her breath, running her hand through her loose hair. Sighing, she pulled it back, securing it in a clip and straightening her jacket.

"No worries, send him in." YN stood from her chair and clasped her hands, waiting for the inevitable headache to walk in. "Mr. Stark, lovely to see you."

"Yep, good to see you too, YN." YN clenched her teeth, her patience already wearing thin. "I've come with an offer."

"Oh, you have? And what would that offer be?" YN sat back down, crossing one leg over the other.

"I'll buy your company for double the worth." YN rolled her eyes, getting back to her feet.

"As I told you last week, Tony, Finesse Industries is not for sale." Tony jumped up, stopping YN in her trek to the door. The younger woman blew out a breath, placing her hands on her hips.

"Look, you are a fantastic CEO, I wouldn't replace you-" YN frowned, shaking her head.

"Why are you so insistent on buying my company anyway, Tony? You can't even manage your own." Tony screwed up his face, surprised hurt slipping onto his features.

"Okay, it hurt but it's a valid point." YN huffed again, throwing her hands up. "Look, I need a new branch of Stark Industries to work on our green energy plant. You're already doing that, so I want you to do it for me." YN scoffed, shaking her head again.

"Why would I sell all of my hard work to you? I have been working on this since I was 16, you know that." Tony nodded, placing his hands on YN's shoulders as she deflated.

"YN-" YN shook her head, stepping out of his arms.

"No, my company is not for sale. So, unless you have come to speak to me about something else, please leave." Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead before exiting her office. YN slumped down into her chair, leaning forward to sit her head against her desk. "What a fucking moron." She chuckled, shaking her head.

Several hours passed as YN worked on a new proposal, her head pulsating and her fingers cramping. She groaned as she pushed her glasses up her nose, leaning back in her chair. She looked at the clock, shutting her eyes as she stared at the numbers blinking back at her.

Midnight.

Huffing, YN got to her feet, sliding her laptop into her bag as well as some files as she moved out of the door, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. She nodded to security as she left, looking around the dark streets, illuminated by an obnoxiously large name a few blocks away. YN rolled her eyes, Stark Tower was like the light of hope for New York these days, lighting the streets even in the pitch black of night.

YN grabbed her keys from her bag, walking toward her car that was parked around the corner. She heard a voice behind her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention. YN's pace picked up as whistles floated to her ears, accompanied by some inappropriate comments about her skirt.

YN breathed slowly trying not to panic as she got closer to her car. She was about five feet from it when someone grabbed her elbow, spinning her to face them. "Where are you going in such a rush, sweetheart?"

"Get off of me!" YN shouted, reefing her elbow out of his grip. She looked around the abandoned streets, her breaths coming in panicked intervals. YN gasped as the man lifted a gun from his jeans, pointing it at the terrified woman.

"This your car?" YN swallowed, staying very still as she stared at the weapon. "Hey!" YN closed her eyes, nodding reluctantly as the man trailed the gun down her neck and over her breasts making YN hold back a gag. "Give me your keys and your wallet." YN shook on the spot as she gripped the keys tightly. "I won't ask again!"