Marvel Imagines (x Fem!Reader)

Hate to Love: Tony Stark x Reader

This was inspired/requested by @malavika52, thanks for all your help... again. I should defs be putting you on the payroll LMAO

Kunar Province, Afghanistan

YN gripped her gun tightly, her eyes staring out of the window at the fast-passing gravel. She ignored everyone in the vehicle, especially the man in front of her, whose drink was rattling with each bump in the road.

"I feel like you're driving me to a court-martial." YN grit her teeth at his voice, annoyance making her grip on her weapon tighten even further. "This is crazy. What did I do?" The vehicle stayed silent as he spoke, not one soldier responding to him. "I feel like you're going to pull over and snuff me. What, you're not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!"

YN turned her gaze to Jimmy, watching his shift in his seat. "We can talk, sir."

YN glared at Jimmy, watching him avert his gaze from her. "Oh, I see. So, it's personal?"

"No, you intimidate them-" YN rolled her eyes at Sunny's words.

"Sunny." YN grit out, turning around to face the driver.

"Good God, you're a woman." YN slowly turned her gaze back to Tony, the fire in her eyes making the businessman cock his head. "I wasn't expecting that. What with the... shapeless outfit." YN's eyes rolled again, the action coming without thought. "I mean, I'd apologize, but isn't that what we're going for here?" Tony said, waving his hand. "I thought of you as a soldier first." YN's expression didn't change, her stoic face making Tony shift uncomfortably. "You are actually quite stunning, I'm having trouble not looking at you now, is that weird?"

The men in the car laughed, YN shaking her head as she scoffed. "Stop talking." She muttered, leaning back in her chair.

"C'mon, laugh." YN raised an eyebrow, continuing to shake her head. "Look, after we're done here, I'm free for the evening. Get a drink with me."

"In your dreams, Stark." Tony sat back in his seat, his bottom lip in his mouth. His exterior exuding an unbothered nature, but on the inside, he was actually a little butthurt. YN was a beautiful woman, and obviously head strong, just Tony's type.

"Your loss." Tony shrugged, grinning as YN scoffed yet again.

"If you say so." YN murmured, adjusting her grip on her weapon and watching Tony's eyes drop to it nervously.

"Sir, I have a question?" Tony flicked his gaze away from YN, making the soldier relax slightly as his attention was stolen away. "Is it true you went 12 for with last year's Maxim cover models?"

YN swallowed down bile in her throat at the question, hating the way these men were talking about women as if they were objects. "That is an excellent question. Yes and no." YN watched from the corner of her eye as Tony answered, his own gaze travelling back to her. "March and I had a scheduling conflict, but fortunately, the Christmas cover was twins." YN shook her head, anger boiling in her stomach. "Problem, sweetheart?"

Not getting an answer, Tony resulted to speaking with the other men, and YN had to hold back a groan of annoyance when Jimmy asked for a picture with the billionaire.

"What's your issue with him, YN?" YN turned to Sunny with a frown, the man's face reflecting the expression.

"He's profiting from warfare. Those weapons in the wrong hands could make our lives ten times harder than it already is." YN returned, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, YN is it?" Tony asked, making the soldier groan. "My weapons are sold to the American military to make the world a safer place-" Suddenly, the vehicle in front of them exploded, making YN jump in her seat. "What's going on?"

"Stay in the car!" YN yelled, flinging the door open.

"Wait-" Tony tried, fisting YN's jacket.

"Mr. Stark, please remain in your seat with Jimmy." YN jumped from the vehicle, not knowing that she wouldn't be returning the way she'd left.

Five Years Later...

New York City, New York

YN tapped her left foot as she waited for her coffee. She checked the time, rolling her eyes as she noticed she had fifteen minutes until she had to be at her meeting.

"YN YLN?" YN looked up smiling as she grabbed her beverage off of the barista. She walked toward the exit, sipping from her drink.

"YN?" YN looked up as another person called her name, stopping as she met surprised brown eyes. "Uh, Tony-"

"Stark, yeah. I'd be an idiot not to remember." She bit her lip, looking around the small shop.

"Wow, uh... How... How are you?" YN could see Tony eyeing her right leg, the one that was not flesh but prosthetic plastic.

"I've been okay." Tony nodded, scratching his beard. "Just ask." YN said, rolling her eyes and cocking her head.

"Did that?" YN nodded, smiling softly.

"Stood to close to a Stark Industries grenade. Very efficient those weapons of yours." Tony flinched, looking away. "Hey, I'm kidding." YN laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah, well. I wasn't expecting to ever see you again, really." Tony said, looking back into YN's eyes, that were much softer than the last time he'd seen them.

"Because you thought I was dead like the rest of them?" Tony nodded hesitantly, a blush coating his cheeks. "Nah, Sunny and I made it out." Tony let his shoulders deflate, nodding again. "Look, what you did in New York last year? That was really brave, even though I still hate that stupid, obnoxious tower of yours." Tony laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I have a lot to repent for, I guess." YN smiled, looking back down to her watch.

"Shoot, I have to go-"

"Hey, uh. Did you want to grab dinner tonight?" YN swallowed, her eyes flicking between Tony's brown ones.

"No, Tony." YN shook her head, biting back a smile.

"Oh, alright." YN repressed a laugh, watching the billionaires head drop in rejection.

"How about Friday night instead? I have this family thing..." Tony's head shot up, staring at the snickering woman.

"You did that on purpose." YN nodded, laughing under her breath. "Friday sounds great, I'll pick you up at eight."

"Tony, you don't even know where I live." Tony stopped, another blush forming over his skin. Laughing, YN grabbed the phone from his hands, entering in her digits. "Text me." She smiled, nodding toward Tony and exiting the shop.

Both parties were smiling broadly for the rest of the day, even if neither would admit why.