The Angel and The Billionaire

Thirty Two

Tony

It's been 2 weeks since the team reunited and we all started living in the compound again, plus Grace, Barnes, Lang, Wilson and Sharon, who moved in. I have fallen into a comfortable routine in the past fourteen days. In the morning we reunite to investigate Edward, everything from research to analyzing the little evidence we have to new theories is done at this time of the day. Then, when Wanda gets hungry enough that random objects in the room start levitating, we take a lunch break. It's at this moment that I try to talk to someone on "Team Cap", as the kid called it, to apologize for what went down. So far I've talked to Lang, who took my apology nicely, and Wilson, who accepted it, although I'm sure he didn't believe me at all.

An hour later we go back to the meeting room for round two, which usually ends earlier because we get stuck on the lack of information and give up. The last part of the day is my favorite by far: having dinner and waiting for Grace to come over. I never thought I'd be the type of guy who looks forward to being in bed with a girl unless it's for sex. We do that almost every night, my girl is insatiable in that sense, and it's amazing. But surprisingly, that's not the only part I think about throughout the day. I love holding her. Talking to her. We laugh so much together.

And we've kept our tradition of watching movies together. Last night we watched "Bottoms" and today is her turn to choose, so we're watching Modern Times. We're on a quest to find as many movies that Grace watched as a kid or as a teen as possible. Modern Times was released the year she graduated high school.

And right now is my least favorite part: apology hour. The goal for today might be the hardest one aside from Captain Hook, Legolas, and the Popsicle himself: Wanda. Of course I didn't mean for her to end up in a shock collar, I didn't know it was gonna come to that, but she still has every right to hate my guts.

I take a deep breath, trying to figure out the right way to approach her in the kitchen, but she's faster.

- You can step in. - Her tone is laced with childish joy - I don't bite.

- Well, I can't blame you if you do. - I step in and sit across from her on the island. - And in all honesty, I probably deserve it.

- What do you want? - Wanda continues cooking, unbothered by my presence. - I'm assuming you aren't here for the paprikash.

She sounds chill. That's a good sign, right?

- I want to apologize. - I explain. She gives me a funny look. - Everything that happened last year...I was out of line. I shouldn't have let them arrest you or anyone else. I shouldn't have signed those fucking papers in the first place. - I still don't know how the accords were ever approved considering the laws they broke. - It was stupid. If I could go back in time I'd make a different call, but I can't. I'm sorry for all of the pain I've caused.

- Wow. - She smiles a bit. - Have you rehearsed that?

- Yes. - Rhodey helped me. - But I mean it, every word.

- I know. - I frown and she waves a finger with glowing red magic in front of my face. - Mind reading.

- Right. - I make a mental note to keep Grace out of my mind, but it's probably useless. - Look, I know this is not something that will happen overnight, but I hope in the long run you can forgive me. If anything for the sake of working together.

- I think this was a good first step. - Wanda pulls a steamy tray out of the oven. - I appreciate your apology.

- Good, that's good. Thanks for hearing me out. - I look at my watch. It's almost time to go back to the meeting room for the second round of investigations. - I'll let you finish your lunch.

- See you around, Stark. - She says as I walk out of the kitchen to my room.

Grace is lying on my bed, feet up on the wall and reading To Kill a Mockingbird. She smiles when I walk in, but doesn't pull her eyes away from the novel. It's not until I'm up close that I notice she's wearing my shirt. And nothing else.

- Is that my shirt, angel? - I ask, slowly laying my head on her stomach and hugging her waist.

- Maybe. - A dirty little smirk takes over her lips. - Is that a problem?

- That's the exact opposite of a problem. - I love to see my girl in my clothes. - Suits you better anyway.

Grace chuckles, her fingertips lazily playing on my scalp. It's my favorite part of the day, but we only have a few minutes.

- How did it go with Wanda? - She puts the book down, turning her attention to me. - You smell like paprikash.

- She was cooking. And it went surprisingly well. - I don't smell anything but Grace has enhanced senses, that must be why she does. - She said it was a good first step and that she knew I meant what I said because of her mind-reading powers.

- I forget Wanda can do that. - Grace scrunches her nose.

- We all do. Thankfully she chooses not to most of the time.

- It must be hard. Knowing what everyone's thinking. - Grace smiles sadly as if this is something she's thought about before. - Even from time to time. I wouldn't want that.

- Me neither.

As the anxious mess I am, I'd probably look in people's minds for the wrong reasons and end up finding out things I didn't wanna know. If I could read minds, I'd know about what Barnes did to my parents soon after Rogers found out. Maybe I could've handled things better if I got the news in different circumstances. Maybe it'd be worse. Either way, mind reading doesn't sound like a gift to me.

- We need to go. - Grace tries to get out of the bed, but I pull her by the waist, holding her and kissing the back of her neck as she giggles. - Tony! We have to go!

- Just a few minutes. - I kiss her, but she breaks away a minute later. - Do you really wanna leave this bed to go to a meeting?

- No, but I have to. - She caresses my cheek. - The team needs everyone. Edward has to be stopped. Bad guy who looks like the guy from American Psycho, remember?

Sharon made sure to show her all the classics, including horror, so her references are pretty great. Edward does remind me a little of Patrick Bateman.

- 5 minutes. - I lean down, unbuttoning the shirt she's wearing. - You know I never needed more than that.

- You're a bad influence on me, Tony Stark. - She chuckles as I open the last button, revealing her bare chest. I smile, throwing the shirt on the floor and crashing my lips on hers.

It doesn't take long for Grace to take off my pants and guide me to where she wants me, we don't have a lot of time before the meeting, but damn this girl makes the quickie work. I'll never have enough of being inside her, it just feels amazing every single time.

Keeping the rhythm she likes, it doesn't take long to feel Grace clench around my cock, burying her face on my neck and letting out a loud moan. Her orgasm comes seconds before mine.

- Holy shit. - Grace grunts as I fall on top of her, always making sure not to hurt her. - So much better than a meeting.

- I told you. - I lift my head, grinning. - That was 4 minutes.

- Idiot. - She chuckles, slowly pushing me away and moving to the edge of the bed.

I watch her put on her dress and walk to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. Grace never wears an outfit that doesn't cover all of her arms and legs. Long sleeved shirts, jackets, cardigans, tights, she finds a way. Even when we're alone there are days she tries to hide, and it breaks my heart every fucking time.

Grace is so beautiful. Her scars don't change that. 

- See you soon.

She kisses me one last time before walking out and I lay back, feeling her perfume on my shirt and trying to figure out when exactly this girl became my everything.