On this crisp winter morning, you awaken to a world bathed in a gentle, chilly breeze. The icy fingers of the breeze trace delicate patterns throughout your room, contrasting the cozy cocoon of satin sheets that envelop you. Regardless of the season, you maintain the ritual of leaving one window ajar, inviting the invigorating air to dance within your lungs. Your slumber has been a rare oasis in your otherwise bustling life, and now, in the tranquility of New York, you relish this stolen moment, free from the relentless interruptions of meetings and work obligations.
Your collaboration with Tony Stark on mission plans spans several years, affording you the luxury of savoring moments like these when your presence isn't imperative. The pristine white light, filtered through the snowy landscape outside, bathes your room in an otherworldly radiance. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you pause to take in a deep, rejuvenating breath before venturing into the bathroom.
Today holds special plans, a trip to the Christmas market and a shopping expedition at the mall, both vital pursuits as winter's chill begins to deepen. You luxuriate in the hot water cascading over your skin, each drop tingling with warmth, while the steam engulfs the room, cocooning you further in comfort.
As you reach for your shampoo, you notice that only a small amount remains, prompting you to add it to your mental shopping list. Stepping out of the shower, you pamper your body with an assortment of creams, each one enhancing the self-care ritual that you relish. The sensation of smooth skin beneath your silk robe heightens your sense of well-being. Now, it's time to attend to your hair, and you opt for your familiar style, a choice that aligns perfectly with your personal preferences.
Returning to your room, you finally reach for your phone, and the clock reads 10 am, affording you ample time for the planned activities of the day. Or so you thought. As your phone begins to ring, you glance at the caller ID: "Tony Stark." Despite the years of collaboration, you still address him by his birth name, a testament to the familiarity and closeness of your partnership. Placing the phone to your ear, you hear the unmistakable voice of Tony on the other end.
"Hey y/n, how's it going?" Tony chimes in, his voice radiating optimism, perhaps a tad too exuberant for your taste. "I'm doing well, Tony. Your call caught me by surprise. How are you holding up?" you respond in a gentle, measured tone.
"I'm doing just great, but I could use your expertise on something... new," he emphasizes that last word with a higher pitch, injecting an extra layer of intrigue into the conversation. Your voice carries a hint of curiosity as you inquire, "What's this all about?"
"It'd be fantastic if you could swing by Stark Tower in a few hours. I'll fill you in on all the details," Tony states firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"I'll make my way there as soon as possible, Tony," you reply, your voice now composed and resolute.
"Perfect, see you soon," he concludes before hanging up, leaving you with a growing sense of anticipation about this new development. It overshadows your previously planned activities for the day, despite your eagerness for them.
You swiftly gather your belongings and exit the house, taking a moment to carefully lock the door behind you. Despite residing in one of the safest neighborhoods, your habit is to ensure all doors are securely shut before stepping out. As you make your way to the garage, you're enveloped in a sense of contentment. You fondly recall the elation you felt when you finally acquired the car of your dreams.
Sliding into the driver's seat, you start the engine. The car's interior is decidedly cold, and the steering wheel feels icy to the touch. You promptly activate the heating, relishing the warmth as it gradually envelops your skin. Your bag rests securely on the passenger seat, a loyal companion for your journey.
Exiting the garage and venturing onto the snow-covered path, you revel in the satisfying crunch of snow under your wheels. Your choice of music fills the car's interior, providing a soothing soundtrack for your contemplations. As you proceed towards Stark Tower, your thoughts continue to revolve around the enigmatic purpose of Tony's summons.
Driving offers you a rare sense of serenity, a respite from the demands of your usual routine. Inside your car, you can be your true self without any fear of judgment. Even the simplest acts, like singing along to your favorite songs or humming along to their melodies, feel liberating. It has taken you considerable time to feel comfortable around others. Initially, small talk about mundane topics like shopping, beverages, and daily routines were your go-to when meeting someone new. Yet, as you gradually became more at ease with certain individuals, you found yourself sharing your deeper emotions, allowing your feelings to flow freely into your words.
Your friends appreciate these moments when you become so engrossed in a topic that your emotions become palpable in your words. It's as though they can tangibly empathize with your feelings, forging a deeper connection between you and them. Consequently, they often remark that with enough effort, you could sway anyone to your perspective, convincingly articulating your thoughts to win over hearts and minds.
After your prolonged journey, you finally arrive at the imposing Stark Tower, greeted by a breathtaking sight that leaves you momentarily awestruck. As you pull into the garage, you leave the snowflakes cascading from the sky behind you. Your personalized parking spot, marked with your car's number on the wall, awaits your vehicle, a testament to your connection with this place. It takes a moment to muster the courage to leave the warmth of your car and venture into the frigid garage.
Inside, you step into the elevator, making your way to the first floor where the receptionist is stationed. With a pleasant smile, you inquire, "Hello, could you please tell me where I can find Tony Stark?"
"Certainly, ma'am. Just take the elevator to the 54th floor," the receptionist responds courteously, her professional demeanor mirroring the grandeur of the tower itself. You enter the spacious elevator, noting that it's a relatively slow day at the tower, with few workers in sight. You press the button for the 54th floor, all the while marveling at the staggering height of Stark Tower, a symbol of ambition and innovation in the heart of New York City.
Your first visit here left you feeling a bit anxious, standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer sweeping views of the city below. Now, as the elevator gracefully reaches its destination, the doors glide open, and you step out, filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. You make your way toward the meeting room, where you can see, through the slightly blurred glass door, that all the Avengers are gathered around the table, engrossed in discussion. Your heart quickens as you wonder about the purpose of this unexpected assembly, the feeling of intrigue heightening your senses and drawing you further into the world of the extraordinary.
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Loki x Reader
Fanfiction[Smut] It's winter season. Most of New York is covered in snow. You thought spending some time alone, but that was not what Loki intended to do with your time.
