Tony Stark/Iron Man Imagines

It's Hard Being Mrs. Stark

(WARNING: TRIGGER MOMENTS)

You put on your shades and walked out of the airport, instantly hundreds of paparazzi are crowding around you and with a car waiting to drive you away. You gripped your bag tightly as you kept your head down while the flashes blinded your vision. The sun was hot and your hair was pinned back, with your jacket on and heels clicking against the cement.

"Mrs. Stark! Mrs. Stark!"

"Can you confirm the rumors that you and Tony Stark are filing for a divorce?"

"Is it true your leaving the Avengers?"

"What do you intend to do after you leave?"

"What will the Avengers plan on doing without you?"

"Are you taking most of Mr. Stark's money with you on the way out?"

"Are you planning on blackmailing Iron Man?"

"Is it true that your pregnant?"

"And are you filing Tony Stark for full custody?"

You hurried into the car and slammed the door behind you, even though the cameras never left your window until the driver drove the car out of the parking lot. You refused to let any of those rumors get to your head. They were all false. You weren't pregnant. You haven't even discussed children with your husband for awhile. You weren't filing a divorce. You love Tony. You're not leaving The Avengers. You loved your job. And you DEFINITELY were not blackmailing Iron Man.

What kind of rumors like that come from these days? They hurt. A lot.

You didn't shed any tears until you were at the front door of the Avengers mansion. You only let one frustrated tear fall, and that was it. Once you passed through security and stepped into the elevator, you were greeted by the friendly, familiar robot voice of JARVIS.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Stark. How was your trip to Italy?"

"Pleasant, Jarvis. Thank you." You smile sadly just as the elevator doors open. "Mind giving Tony a heads up that I'm back?"

"Of course, miss."

You give a quiet 'thank you' and exit the elevator, heading into the kitchen connected to the living room. You look across the room to see Natasha and Clint playing video games on the couch, their backs faced you. You set your bag down on the kitchen counter and walk towards them.

"Hey guys."

"-Pause, Nat- Hey, Y/N!" Clint looked over his shoulder to look up at you standing behind the couch. "How was the nutjob convention?"

"HA! EAT IT, HAWKEYE!"

Turns out, Natasha kept playing and won the game while Clint was distracted. Clint jumped as The Black Widow playfully punched him in the gut. "Aw that's cheap, Natasha! I said pause!"

"Yeah but you didn't hear me say I was gonna." Nat smirked, "In a real battle, you can't pause."

"It's just a GAME, NAT!"

"Then why are you overreacting?"

You giggled, "Alright kiddies chill. I get to play winner after this next round."

"Done deal." Clint gave you a fist bump with his eyes already glued to the TV, so you exit the room.

You head downstairs to Tony's lab, using the railing for support as you whisk down the staircase. You enter your pass code and enter the science lab.