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tony stark x reader - heart to heart (f)

reader is basically pepper potts

"Tony, no, it's- it's ok." you nod, unable to decide if you're trying to convince him or you.

Tony looks incredulously, blinking a couple times before shaking his head.

"no!" he shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. he looks as you in disbelief, like it's a crime to even suggest that this situation is in anyway ok. "no. it's not ok, because i left and you got hurt."

he throws up his arms and lets them fall down to his sides, pacing back and forth in front of your hospital bed. you raise your hand, and shake your head. "it's ok, really. and, could you dial it back with the pacing?" you start to mumble, and yawn. "getting kinda dizzy."

"yeah. sorry." he mumbles back, looking worriedly at you. he walks over to you and hugs you tightly, careful not to squeeze too hard in case he hurts you. "i'm sorry. i love you."

he closes his eyes, kissing the top of your head and placing his chin on the same spot afterwards. he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, trying to calm himself.

"i know, Tony. i love you too." you whisper back, trying to get comfortable in your bed. "you think they'll let me leave so i can sleep in our bed? this one isn't comfortable." you mumble, having taken quite a lot of pain killers for your injuries. some random villains, who SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers are currently working hard to find, attack you and Tony's house in search of him.

the villains ended up finding you, and practically tortured you before Friday managed to break free from her cyber-prison and call the Avengers. so, yeah, now you're in the hospital and Tony's acting like it's his fault.

he chuckles despite his deep concern for you, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"no, you can't go home yet. but i can get you a comfier bed, because i'm a billionaire and i can fire them." he lets himself smirk, pulling back to look you in the eyes. you can tell he's still angry with himself, but has now decided to make it up to you. you smile back, and nod softly.

"alright, thank you."

he nods back and starts to walk away, but you tap his elbow to stop him. he turns back, a curious and semi-worried look on his face. he hums, searching your face for pain or discomfort. you smile, and gesture towards yourself with your head.

he steps back over to you, and you motion for him to lean down. he does, and is about to ask what you need, when you kiss him. he smiles, bringing his hand up and softly squeezing your shoulder in a comforting notion. he pulls back with a small exhale.

"i'll get one that we can both lay on, ok?"

he suggests, which makes you smile wider. you nod, and whisper in response. "i'd love that."

he nods back and leaves the room, leaving you with just some quiet music from the TV in the background to keep you company. you chuckle, and roll your eyes at yourself.

when Tony comes back in the room, he finds you reading one of the books from your bedside table, which makes him smile. you're such a nerd, and it always cheers him up to see you reading or doing something he classifies as "nerdy". he leans his head against the doorframe, going unnoticed as you're completely absorbed in your book. he chuckles softly at the sight, not really wanting to interrupt you. Tony being Tony, though, he can't help but talk again.

"got you a bigger bed. it'll be here in, maybe, 15 minutes?"

you set down your book as he speaks, smiling when you see him again. you raise your eyebrows at the quick timing. "really?" you hum, tilting your head. "how loud did you yell at those poor overworked interns?" you giggle, placing your book back on the table and extending your arms outwards for a hug.

he rolls his eyes teasingly, and walks in the room to hug you. you bury your head in his chest, which he gladly accepts. he's always so warm and you love it.

"so warm..." you mumble, leaning further into him.

he kisses the top of your head, an affectionate action that he seems to do a lot.

"yeah, yeah. i went a couple octaves high, but a few cough drops and i'll be straight back to singing falsetto." he jokes, rolling his eyes with a smirk.

you laugh, which is all the actual medicine he needs. his smirk turns a bit more genuine, and he exhales softly, not letting you out of his arms. he mumbles into your hair, "i'm still sorry for letting you get hurt, y'know."

you chuckle and nod softly. "i'll be alright soon. not paralyzed for life or anything." you roll your eyes, speaking in a sarcastic tone. Tony pulls back from the hug, cocking an eyebrow at your words. he doesn't seem amused at your joke, and you just shake your head.

"fine. bad joke. i'm sorry. come back."

at your semi-proper apology, he hugs you again, wordlessly. you smile, and you know you'll never get tired of him. "i love you, Tony."

you smile, and he nods softly. "i love you too."

you continue hugging for a few more minutes, until a couple of movers walk in, carrying a large pre-built king-sized bed. you raise your eyebrows at the extravagant gift, having to look over Tony's shoulder until he pulls away from the hug to go sign for the bed.

you hum, watching the movers set down the bed near your hospital one and then leaving. you tilt your head, looking at the distance between the new bed and the one you're on. you then slowly look at your heavily bandaged legs, knowing you won't even be able to walk.

you frown, nervously looking up to Tony to explain to him. before you can talk, though, you're in his arms and he's carrying you over to the bed. he slowly lays you down on one side, walking around the bed where he can get on the other.

"that good? need me to move the IV?" he hums, looking at the tube in your arm connected to the IV bag hanging from the heart monitor. he rolls it over before you can object, which makes you smile and roll your eyes. he looks around to make sure there aren't any other things he can help you with, and then slips on the bed with you.

you watch him with love clear in your eyes, begrudgingly fighting the desire to thank him again. or immediately roll over and hug him, which you want desperately to do, but know you can't because of your wounds.

he sits up and drapes the large blanket over both of you, rolling over so you two can cuddle. you smile, and exhale softly as you lean into him. your head rests comfortably on his chest, and he's careful not to move a lot in case he hurts you. your arms are wrapped around each other, and his chin is laying on your head like always.

"thank you, Tony. you do a lot for me." you exhale relaxedly, a small yawn following your sentence.

"oh, c'mon." he snorts, and lightly squeezes your shoulder. "i don't do enough for you." he hums, smiling softly at your yawn. "awe, look who's tired. hush and sleep."

you roll your eyes, but don't go against his request. you mumble, "m'kay." he chuckles at your obedience, and nods softly.

both of you fall asleep, in each others arms, laying comfortably heart-to-heart.