best friends with the tin man (y/n+avengers)

Cute Little One Shots

NOT IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

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You lay down across a couch as Tony sat on a chair opposite you. He was scrolling on his phone as you stared, bored, at the ceiling.

"Tony."

"Hm?" he didn't take his eyes off his phone.

"We would make one hot as couple."

"Mm. We'd be hella rich too."

"Yeah. Cause I'm a millionaire" you grinned.

"I'm a billionaire."

"Okay, it's not a competition."

"Well, certainly not a close one" he chuckled.

You scoffed and grabbed a cushion to throw at him.

"Everyone would be so jealous of us" you continued.

"Maybe we should do it then" Tony shrugged.

You dropped your head onto the side to face him.
When you didn't say anything, he looked up from his phone. You raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Then you both burst out laughing.

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Peter was on his phone as he pushed open the door to the kitchen of the Avengers compound.

"Hey kid" Tony called.

"Hey Mr Stark" Peter waved, but his eyes did not lift from his phone screen.

"I want you to meet someone."

Peter looked up. He froze. He looked at you, then Tony, then back at you.

You raised your hand and waved a little, with a smile on your face.

"You're..." Peter said facing you, then faced Tony. "She's..."
He looked back at you.
Then fainted.

You laughed when Tony sighed as he got up to go help him.

"He didn't faint when he met me" he frowned.

"Oh, this means I'm more famous than you" you teased.

"Not possible."

"Face it Tony. You're not that popular anymore. I'm better than you now."

"Nope. You will never be better than me."

"I already am."

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"If I lift it, I then rule Asgard?" Tony questioned as he prepared to lift Mjölnir.

"Yes of course" Thor nodded.

"I will be re-instituting prima nocta" he said, placing both hands on the handle.

"Tony" you glared at him.

"Hm?"

"You can't say that."

Tony stopped pulling on Mjölnir and looked up at you, staring back at him.

"Okay, I'm sorry" he apologised and stepped away from the hammer.

"M-m" you shook your head. "Not good enough. Come here."

Tony sighed and walked over to stand in front of you.

You stood up from the couch.

You and Tony maintained deep eye contact for a moment, before you slapped your hand across his face. The sound of your palm hitting his cheek made an audible smack sound.