Million Dollar Gaze | Tony Stark x FM! Reader

Burned

Summary: Starting your day again, but with Mr. Stark's schedule, the day takes a turn as your face never seems to get a break from being burned, eventually melting off as Mr. Stark gives you a personal goodnight, leaving him satisfied.

Warning: Kiss??, Nice Tony, Bruce being in his own world, The ending!!!

Words: 2,025

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Sleepily, you lock the door to your apartment, even though you had to get there at 8 a.m. and are still worn out from yesterday. A mental note to thank Mr. Stark was on your mind all the way to work. The bus was late, but you couldn't blame anyone; you arrived at the Stark building at 8:24 am your watch read.

Rushing your way through the doors, trying not to slip on the snowy ground, you make it to the front desk, where you checked in; she quickly gives you your access card with the same pretty smile. You didn't have time to exchange good mornings; you just hurried to the elevator and pressed the 70th floor. You tried to calm yourself down on the long ride that felt so short the day before, but you were brought back as a loud ding sounded, and you rushed into the room without a second thought.

"I'm sorry I'm late, the bus was-" you stopped as you noticed no one but the man from yesterday, who was sleeping with his head in his arms and papers spread across the glass table. Setting your stuff on the counter from the day before, you made your way to the man. Soft snores came from him, and you gently took off his glasses so he wouldn't break them. Walking back to your stuff, you take off your coat and set it on top of your bag. Looking around, you see your notice papers, food wrappers, and other clutter lying around. You grabbed the small trash bin and start to clean up the place; stacking the papers to make them look nice; and make sure they go together.

You don't dare disturb the man's sleep to just rearrange the papers he's sleeping on. "At least I won't be late considering no one is here to say it." You laughed at the thought, "So much for a schedule." Your hand covers your mouth as you want to burst out laughing, but the sleeping man is too important to wake. Sleep is needed in a lab like this. "I believe that because a schedule is required, it does not create that." Whipping your head around, you see Tony exiting his Iron Man suit with his finger pointed at the man named Bruce. "Wake up, Bruce; I got up this morning, and so do you."

A groan comes from Bruce as Tony walks to one of the many glass tables, "Oh right, I cleaned the place up; I hope that was okay?" He looks up at you with the same dark brown eyes that soften "It's perfect, thank you." "But I do have to say this could have been cleaned up too." He says, looking at Bruce and pointing at him. A laugh erupts from you. "I need you to get some coffee and food, anything really, for your first task." "Oh, don't forget yourself." Hearing about Tony Stark's big ego, you wouldn't expect him to look at you with a kindness and every-time he speaks to you it ends with a smile. You nod and head off, making your way down and out the door.

Making your way in, the front desk lady gives you an altruistic "Hello Y/n" as you try your best to speed back up to Tony and Bruce. All you could do was nod with a smile and run down the long hallway to the elevator, passing by some people along the say who also knew your name and welcomed you with a "Hello" or "Good morning.". You shoved yourself in the elevator, forcing yourself to calm down as the person waiting in the elevator spooked you.

You kept to yourself until you hear someone say again. "Hello Y/n Good morning" You turned and smiled, giving the same answer even though you didn't know their name, "Can I ask how'd you know my name?" They are perplexed by your question, but they respond anyway. "Mr. Stark told us to treat you with the most respect." Trying to process what they said, you hadn't noticed their stop had come.