Don't forget who you are Y/N, this isn't you!
I am der Erbe seines Throns, sein Vermächtnis, and the destroyer of the Avengers.
You are an Avenger
No, no I'm not
Well I'm not fighting you, you're my family
And you're my mission
~
You wake up to hear the sound of a one-way argument.
Recognising the sound of Tony's voice, you decide to carry on fake sleeping so you could eavesdrop.
You had fallen asleep on the sofa after the Christmas Dinner. Someone must have put a blanket and made the sofa comfortable since you usually get a neck ache from sleeping on sofas. It couldn't have been Clint since he and his family left early, everyone went bed aswell and all that was left was Tony and Steve but as far as you were aware they still hadn't forgiven you.
"Mr Rawson, please just let Yaqoob Rehman know that I'll sign off the contract, just don't break the deal-
No, but we're already dealing with enough shortages- yes I know that's my fault, and I take responsibility, but I was going through alot at the time-
Just tell Rehman that I'll sign the contract. Mr Rawson I know I should have signed earlier but-
No. You can't sell off my shares. It's MY company for Christs sake, sorry for God's sake even, but it's got my name all over it.
Just tell Mr Rehman to get on the phone. Give the damn phone to Yaqoob for God's sake! you can't do this to me- hello Mr Rawson, Harvey are you still there?
For fucks sake he hung up!"
"Language" you heard Steve interrupt and carried on before he was mocked "look he had a point. Why didn't you sign earlier? They begged and begged you. They even rang me and that was weird"
"Yeah well it was the only reason I told you Cap. How do you think the others will react to this"
"But can't you fix it?"
"Fix what Cap? there's littlerally nothing left to do but sign over the other document. The only nightmare I actually have when I do sleep"
"Look Tony, we'll get through this. you're Iron Man for God's sake. Forget that you're Tony Stark, "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist" was it not?"
"Well I dont think Iron Man OR Tony Stark can help me out of this hole I've dug myself"
"You aren't actually thinking of selling of Stark Industries are you?" Steve asks but this time with worry in his voice.
Before he gets to answer you quickly sit up, giving both the men a shock.
You didn't actually know how to respond, so the three of you just stared at eachother with despair.
Tony covers his face with his hand and strokes his hair back. Steve looks down to the ground between his legs that are spread apart as he sits on the chair. You sit fiddling with your pendant.
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Avengers: The Hunted (Avengers × Reader)
FanfictionPast of loss and tension, Present loyalty in question, Future blinded by deception. Y/N finds herself lost in a heavy dawn over her oasis, but wistful romances and fate draws her grounded for an afterglow of belonging *[With Plot Twists]* ~ "Whene...