Time • [T.S x reader]

Chapter 11;

Dinner with Tony Stark would be like throwing a lamb into a pack of wolves. He was famous, so that meant paparazzi would follow him to such public places. Which meant in turn, they were going to photograph you and instantly you knew what the whole world would think.

"I can tell them to leave us alone?" Tony said. You had been telling Tony on the way to the restaurant that you didn't want them to follow you, photograph you and then assume you were some 'plaything' for Tony. Tony laughed when you said that, as if it wasn't the most accurate way of putting things.

"You think they will listen?" You sigh.

"No - but if Happy accidently ran one of them over." He lifted his hands as he spoke. The movement caused you to smell his cologne again. It almost intoxicated you right there, "What? No 'Tony!'" he mocked your voice.

Coming to your senses you smirked, "The English accent will never be accent you can perfect."

"And here I thought after years of listening to my own AI, I would know how to do it." He rolled his eyes and his hand landed next to your leg. He had the sudden urge to rest his hand on your exposed thigh. Your outfit was his choice, a black silk dress that came just above the knee. He knew that you would look amazing in it.

"For a start, I don't sound like him."

Tony looked up at you and regained his thoughts, "Alright clever girl."

Tony looked as handsome as ever. A smart black suit with red trimming, white shirt and a bow tie. It was Tony, so you were going somewhere fancy for this dinner, and you still had no idea why he had invited you out.

Tony had invited you out because he wanted to get to know you, properly get to know you. When a glass of wine was in a woman's hand, they spill all their secrets and desires. Tony wanted to know who was growing this attachment to. Sure, he knew you to be a very talented scientist and one that needed protecting but he knew this was more than that to him.

"Sooo, where are you taking me?" You ask.

"Oh, just little place, nothing special." Tony smirks as he turns his head away from you, making you smile to yourself.

A few minutes had passed, and you were now inside the restaurant. It was over the top fancy, somewhere that you did not belong but here you were. And, to your surprise, Tony had covered you up with jacket as you entered the restaurant so that the press couldn't snap a picture of you.

The look on your face was clearly one of discomfort, "You don't like it?" Tony asked, with actual earnest.

"I love it Tony, I just feel - out of place." You shrug, taking a sip of your wine. The lipstick you were wearing making a smudge on the glass.

"You don't need to feel that, not with me."

Taking a heavy breath, you looked up at him, "Thank you for this and everything you have done so far. Truly, if I didn't know any better, I would say you enjoyed my company."

"I wouldn't go that far, Y/N." He did one of those 'Tony smiles' the ones where it didn't quite reach his eyes to be a genuine one, but it was genuine enough for him.

"So, tell me, why am I here right now?" You tilted your head to the side as you took yet another drink of your wine. Tony was watching you, and he felt all the feelings for desire. He wanted nothing more than to hold your hand over the table, or perhaps kiss you.

"I haven't been out in ages, and Happy wouldn't come." He smirked.

"Hmm."

You both ordered your food. Again, the menu was over the top and it was all in French (you didn't know French) so Tony had to explain what they were. Apparently, he comes here often. You couldn't understand your thoughts for the man. This man who you had idolised for years, someone you looked up to and now you were having dinner with him? You lived in an apartment that he owned! AJ would have a field day with this.