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𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 ✪

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𝚝𝚠: 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚢, 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 (𝚏𝚝.𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊), 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶

should i make this a series?? lmk what you think. enjoy !! 💐💐

"We're playing spin the bottle. No questions asked, no answers given." Sam exclaimed spontaneously, making everyone look up at him in... mixed emotions.

Your stomach fluttered slightly at the mention of the game, your eyes glancing for a split second at the one and only genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist but you immediately pushed it down. You were too old for this childish shit.

But then again, what's the harm? Being an adult is boooring. Maybe this would spice things up. And I'm not that old anyway. Compared to Steve. And Barnes. They're like what, a 100 something?

You were so engrossed in your thoughts while having a debate inside you that you didn't realise the commotion happening.

It was quite a nice change from the boring atmosphere that was recently clouding the living room, chaos now enveloping everyone in its excitement.. Certainly amusing to watch everyone argue over such a petty thing.

In the end, Sam somehow managed to convince everyone (that sneaky little bastard must've bribed some people) and you and Tony were the only ones who seemed to be still deciding.

Tony was picking at his hand blaster, though he knew nothing needed to be fixed in it, and he stared at it hopelessly. He glanced up at you, wanting to see your reaction, yet lingering more than he meant to, but hey, he wasn't complaining.

You were zoned out, and Tony took that advantage to stare at your face, slowly drinking in every feature. He wasn't very close to you so he couldn't see that well, but it was enough. You looked annoyingly perfect either way.

"Hey, Tony, you playing?" Natasha's voice rung, a hint of mischief in it, an evident smirk on her face. She knew what was going on. And she intended to get you and Tony together some way or another.

Tony's eyes unhelpfully went back to you. He decided to use his flirty playboy techniques to win over you, although it wouldn't be that easy, now would it?

"Only if Y/N is." He cheekily smiled at you, making your stomach churn in that oh so familiar way. He was such a damn flirt, yet he still made you get butterflies, like a little schoolgirl.

You scanned the room, shaking your head to get rid of all these thoughts, and murmured, "Yeah, sure, what's the harm?"

"Wow. Who are you, and what have you done with my Y/N? Where'd that sassy no-fun bitch go?"

"You better shut your mouth, Wilson, before I smack some sense into you."

"Okay, I surrender, I don't wanna die today. I'm too young."

You rolled your eyes and got up to the kitchen to get an empty beer bottle, since you knew empty-head Sam wouldn't have thought to get the necessary shit first before being a spontaneous arse.

You found a few empty bottles lying around one of the top shelfs (why'd Tony even build it that high??) and tried to jump and get it, before making up your mind to climb up on the counter and stand on it.

Damn fucking genes.

As you were about to kneel on the counter, you felt a strong grip on your waist, slowly carrying you down from the counter, and a sultry voice whispered into your ear, giving you goosebumps.