"Hello to you too, Mister Iron Man Stark." (Y/n) replied. Her heart beating a little quicker as the billionaire pulled her into a hug. A soft, happy sigh leaving her lips as the odour of him filled her senses. The heady mixture of expensive cologne, strong coffee and sweet blueberries making her smile.
She had missed this. Missed it more than she thought that she had done. Realising, now that she was back with him, that even though he and the others hadn't really been at the farmhouse all that long, (Y/n) had come to care a lot for the older man. Their conversations that lasted long into the night, where they would talk about anything and everything. Where he would make her laugh and make her believe that she could do almost anything, meaning the world to her. The younger Barton getting the sense that that time had helped him too, given what the team had been through. What he had been through. So hopefully, even if it only ended up that she was at the compound for a short time, they would be able to recapture a little of what they had had back home.
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Tony found himself smiling, as he pulled the beautiful Barton into his arms. He had missed this. Missed her. Missed her more than he had realised. The smell of her; the aroma of good clean air, freshly mown hay and just a hint of gun oil, filling his senses. The combination making his smile grow even broader. Until this very moment, he hadn't really realised what effect (Y/n) had had on him. He had to confess that she had astonished him, amazed him. Had truly made him think that anything was possible, not to mention the fact that she was quite the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; that, and she was as smart as she was dangerous. The billionaire finding the mixture quite addictive; and now that she was actually in his arms, Tony was determined to keep her close. To keep her at the compound if he could, whether her brother liked it or not.
It was true that he and the others hadn't spent all that long at the Barton farmhouse, but the time that he had been there, the younger Barton had made a bigger impression on him than really anyone else ever had. The billionaire truly enjoying the conversations that they would have together; conversations that would last late into the night where he had told her about his parents and their deaths. Told her about the Ten Rings and becoming Iron Man. About the battle of New York and what they had been through to find themselves at the farmhouse. Tony not sure whether (Y/n) realised just how much he had needed to just talk to someone. How he had felt that he could drop the, billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist part of himself, and just be, well...............just be him. And he couldn't help but hope that they could recapture a little of that, now that she was at the compound.
"How was your trip..............? Did you bring everything like I said...........?" Tony asked, as he finally, and reluctantly moved away from the younger Barton so that he could get a better look at her. The billionaire sure that the sun that had just begun to peek its head out from behind the clouds, was doing so just so that it could see her better too.
"The trip was great. I would say that I have never been in a chauffeur driven car before, but as I can't see a damn thing, poor Laura has to be my chauffeur, so................. Though I can truly say that I have never been on a private plane before. I could get used to it. Its much better flying coach and trying to navigate my way through miles and miles of airport to get to my gate. And Happy has been so helpful. He helped me when I needed it, and he's been telling me all sorts of interesting things............." (Y/n) chuckled. Tony looking worriedly over her shoulder to where his head of security was taking (Y/n)'s luggage from the back of the car. Happy just shrugging, as he placed the bag filled with her weapons right by her side.
"And as you can see, I brought all my best stuff with me. I think its about time that Clint saw what I can actually do. And having the rest of the Avengers there will just be a bonus." (Y/n) added, as she bent down to grab the large bag, only to have it taken from her by the billionaire, before also taking her hand and placing it in the crook of his elbow.
"Good! Like I told you, old Legolas is getting too big for his boots again, so I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees you.............." Tony replied, as he slowly led her into the compound. Making sure to avoid any possible obstruction along the way. Chastising himself for leaving so much stuff lying around.
"Speaking of Clint..............does he know I'm coming.........?" Didn't you tell him about the letter you had sent................?"
"Short answer............no and no. So, unless you or Laura told him............"
"I didn't tell him, and I did ask Laura not to call him. I told her that I wanted it to be a surprise. To be honest, I still think that she was a little shellshocked from seeing my cache of weapons.............." (Y/n) chuckled again, as she recalled Laura following after her as she had left her packing and made her way over to the old barn. Confusion evident in her voice, as she asked about Tony's letter. About her trip to the compound. That confusion turning to shock, as Laura watched her sister-in-law pull on the hidden latch to reveal her collection. The attempt to explain the wall of weapons, one of the funniest conversations that (Y/n) had ever had with the former Agent 19.
"Well.........then this is gonna be really fun, isn't it? Now, let's get you settled in before we let the rest of the team know that you're here............" Tony laughed. As he pulled her a little closer. A huge smile on his lips, as he imagined what the others, what her brother would say when they witnessed what the younger Barton could do.
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Marvel Universe Imagines and One Shots Book Two
FanfictionMy second book dedicated to the Marvel Universe. And again I will be including the Avengers, the Guardians, X-men, Doctor Strange, Deadpool and even the Fantastic Four this time. As always, most imagines will be fluffy, smutty, or just downright...
