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Broken Glass (Steve X Reader)

You hummed softly, standing in the kitchen of Tony's floor at Stark tower, thinking about the events that had brought you here to this place at this point in time.

It had all started when a suited man with a soft smile had shown up unannounced... in your living room. After he practically gave you a heart attack and you had thrown the nearest thing at him, a heavy glass dish you kept by the door for keys and such, which he dodged, he'd introduced himself as Agent Coulson.

You knew exactly why he was here, beginning to plead that you hadn't done anything wrong and to just leave you be. You had been in New York for three years, happily running your little bakery without incident, managing to keep your ability to manipulate the mass of pretty much anything under wraps.

He had just smiled a secretive smile and said, "We know Miss (L/n). We've been keeping tabs on you for a while now. I'm here because the planet needs your help."

That certainly sounded serious and, despite your reservations, you let him take you to Shield headquarters. That was how you became an Avenger.

When everything was over, you had hesitantly accepted Tony's offer to stay with him, as the bakery and the apartment above it were pretty much gone thanks to some smashing by the Hulk. Bruce had apologized profusely for that.

So you had been living with Tony for the past few months and when he moved back into the renovated Stark tower you had come with him.

Like all the Avengers, you had your own floor, but you spent most of your time on Tony's, since he was often there and you disliked being alone in such a huge space. And that brought you to here, now, in Tony's kitchen, making tea.

Tony bounded in, "Oh good. You're here. Make me one of those coffee things with the thing and that other thing on top."

You rolled your eyes, "Manners Tony."

He huffed and rolled his eyes back at you, "Hello dollface. Please make me a coffee thing and then I'll forgive you for constantly entering my house unannounced for reasons other than sex."

You chuckled and began gathering the things you would need for his drink, despite his vagueness you knew exactly what he wanted, "If I didn't spend so much time on your floor you'd just have to call me up every time you wanted your drink... or cookies. It would be tedious. I still don't understand why you can't get Jarvis to make them."

"They don't taste the same. You put love in them so they taste better." He explained as if it were obvious.

"I wouldn't call it love... annoyance maybe... or arsenic." You quipped in response, smirking.

"Liar, I am the most loveable person you know except for maybe Steve..."

You went pink and Tony gave that satisfied little half smile that meant the taunting was about to start, when there was a ping from the elevator followed by a yell, "STARK."