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Tony Stark x Reader

"Tony I swear to god if your drinking alre-" Steve walked in, finding Tony with yet another drink. "It's 7 in the morning!" You roll your eyes at the super soldier. "Ok and?"
Steve turns and notices you. "Oh, hey y/n. How you doing?" You incline your head at the captain, and raise your juice box at him. "I'm doing horribly thanks for asking."

Steve rolls his eyes, exiting the room muttering something about maximoffs, Stark and the gosh darn drink Tony has. Because we all know Steve can't handle bad language words.

Tony couldn't help but laugh at your sarcasm. God he loved that side of you. He wondered if you kept it while in bed. He sputtered on his drink, the thought coming from no where. Sure the maximoffs had been with the avengers for a few years. And, you weren't a triplet like the others, but rather older than them by six years. That still put a decent sized age difference between the two of you, and one Tony wished he could avoid, despite his heart and mind both saying otherwise.

He zoned out again, his mind wandering to the new suits he was designing. You'd been asking for a new suit, as yours got damaged beyond repair during the last mission. Your abilities were certainly interesting. You could manipulate emotions, for one, along with matter, and possessed very similar abilities to Wanda, though you weren't a telepath. He was thinking a design similar to Wanda's. Maybe a little more suit like, or with a different jacket. And the corset. That he'd love to see.

He snapped out of his thoughts quickly. There he'd gone again, Turing perfectly normal thoughts into something as twisted as that. Shaking his head, he left the kitchen and headed to the lab to start designing your suit.

~§ smol time skip brought to you by me writing this so I can use kinks §~

"Tony? Tony!" Tony snapped out of whatever daze he was in. "Tony! You've been asleep in the lab for hours! What are you doing?" Bruce snapped his fingers in Tony's face as he focused on Bruce. "Sorry Brucey, zoned out." He clambered off the stool he'd been sitting on, his legs numb, his ass sore. He wondered how long it would take for him to make yours sore.

"Ack!" Bruce jumped. "Jeez Tony what is it?" Tony shook his head. That was the third time today! "Nothing, sorry. Just startled." Bruce cocked an eyebrow at Tony, but left him alone. "Damnit I need a drink." Tony muttered, hurrying out of the lab, massaging his temple.

"FRIDAY, play some music, will you?" FRIDAY responded with her usual "of course boss." And promptly began to play some music by Black Sabbath. Fitting, considering the t-shirt Tony was wearing. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, tapping his foot to the music, he settled down on a couch, pulling up the security cameras, to see what everyone was doing. Bedrooms, bathrooms, and his own personal lab excluded of course.

To his surprise you were in the training room again. You were viciously attacking punching bags with Steve, the super solider using the punching bag hanging next to yours. He couldn't help but admire the view, as you were dressed in nothing more than a sports bra, and some shorts.

He knew he had to fight whatever he was feeling towards you, but he honestly couldn't help it. He'd been fighting this for almost a year now. It was about time he was honest with himself. Though he doubted he ever wasn't honest. About this at least. There were definitely times you'd kept him up at night. Times he'd jerked off, and all he could think of was you.

Taking another sip of his whiskey, he continued to watch you attack the punching bag, having FRIDAY zoom in so the super soldier wasn't in the view of the camera. Continuing to drink his whiskey he found himself wishing it was something else. Maybe something you could provide. Maybe your-

"Could you please stop fantasizing about taking my sister. She may be older than me, but she is still my blood, and I will still defend her." Tony jumped up. "Fuck Wanda! What, when, how did you get here?" She shrugged.