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tony stark x fem reader - NY (p)

Tony hastily fired another blast from the palm of his suit at a Chitauri, the familiar warming sensation reassuring against his hand.

you turn your back, having almost been struck by the Chitauri if not for him. you nod curtly in appreciation, not wasting a moment before leaping back into action. a small smirk plays at Tony's lips under his helmet, but it quickly dies down again as he fires off several energy blasts at more Chitauri.

the battle's been going on for hours, and Loki hasn't yielded at all. the rest of the Avengers seemed to be fairing well, but you-

you were just a kid. 17 years old. you weren't expected to keep fighting, but you did. you never gave up.

point of pride.

a large Leviathan passes over a building above you, casting down a large shadow. you notice Hulk crash into Avengers Tower, carrying something gold in his arms. you soon realize it's Loki, which makes you grin.

maybe you guys were actually gonna with this.

but you didn't wanna get your hopes up.

you reach back and jab the blunt end of your spear into the head of a Chitauri, and turn around to smash the sharp point of your weapon into it's head. it falls to the ground, and you remove your spear before running into the entrance of Avengers Tower, partially blocked by debris.

you maneuver your way into the lobby, spear held readily at your side. you run forward and start up the stairs, propelling yourself up faster using the railing. several heavy rumbles shake the building, stone visibly crumbling from the stairways above you. you quicken your pace, the rumblings increasing as you climb higher and higher up the tower.

strangely, climbing the flights of stairs gives you some time to mildly relax, breath heavy from combat. another large shake from the tower causes you to trip and crash into the railing of the stairs, a sharp pain erupting from your ribs.

you shout in both surprise and distress, clinging onto the fencing as not to put pressure on your presumably broken ribs. you slowly continue up another flight of stairs, knowing the floor or so above you was where Hulk and Loki were.

speaking of the two, Loki is thrown through the concrete to the wall opposite of you in the level of stairs above you, causing your eyes to widen. you crouch as not to be seen, but it doesn't matter much as Hulk hurriedly chases Loki and throws him back into the room above.

you take that as your sign to climb the last flight of stairs, concrete crumbling down. fighting the pain in your side, mostly aided by the intense adrenaline rush, you make it up the stairs just in time to see Hulk slamming Loki against the ground, side-side.

pow.

the building shakes from Hulk's strength as Loki is thrown down to the right of the large, green, angry fellow.

pow.

same thing goes for when he's slammed on the ground to the right of Hulk.

finally, with an angry huff, he backs off and stares down at the motionless god on the floor with huffing breaths and curled fists.

you slowly walk forward to Hulk's side, sending him a nod as to persuade him against any further aggression.

Loki can only let out a short strangled whining sound as he sees you.

still in pain, it's pretty much the same when the other Avengers join you three, weapons aimed and ready to put the god of mischief down whenever. after, however, Tony makes a point to stay in the room as you're getting fixed up from the ribs you bruised and small cuts and various blisters.

"dumb. see, I thought you were smart, but I also thought Rogers would be likable, so if we've learned anything from this whole "teamwork makes the dreamwork" charade we've got going on here, it's that I don't have good judgement."

he yaps on nonchalantly (passive-aggressively) as you're sitting up on a cot, bandaging around your torso.

"no one's arguing with you on that, Tony."

"look, this is the only time you're smart. and strictly in that sense of the word. spouting the little quips and wisecracks that'll end up making you full of yourself one day. like Rogers."

"like you?"

he turns back only to shake his head at you.