Marvel Imagines

Tony- Energy Pt. 2

(Requested by Gamefreak88)

Ever since that day in the medical wing, you've been avoiding Tony. It's not that you don't want to see him, because you really, really do. But you're scared of what will happen if you let yourself fall for him, if you let him tear down the walls you built up to keep anyone from hurting you.

Presently, your hands are placed on Natasha's shoulder blade to heal a bullet wound that she had gotten in the field.

"I mean, it's not like I didn't see him; because I did, but I thought one of the guys would step in and help, you know?" She says, wincing lightly when she shifts her arm.

You give her a sympathetic nod. "I'm sorry no one covered you,"

She shrugs her good shoulder. "It's ever man for themselves out there,"

Once you've healed her wound, you send her on her way with a small bottle of pain killers.

"Oh, and (Y/n)?" She calls, and you look up to see her smiling crookedly. "Give Tony a chance; he deserves one after all he's done for you."

You're quick to look away. "And I appreciate that, but it's just-it's just that..." You sigh. "I'm scared on falling for him, because I know that if I do, I'll never get over him if something goes wrong."

"A word of advice?" She says, picking up her jacket and moving towards the door. "Life's short, so try and live it to the fullest."

You smile. "You get that from the back of a cereal box or something?"

She laughs and shakes her head. "Just think about what I said, about giving Tony a chance?"

You nod and watch as she exits the medical wing without another word.

"Why is this so hard?" You groan, spinning in your chair to grab a bottle of water off your desk. Unscrewing the cap, you bring it to your lips.

"(Y/n)?"

The water gets caught in your throat, making you jerk froward and cough harshly.

"Whoa, sorry! You okay? Do we need to get the doctor? Oh wait, well, you kind of are the doctor-"

You let out a breath and turn, giving Tony a look that screams 'please-shut-up-so-I-can-choke-on-my-water-in-peace'.

"Yes?" You mumble, wiping your lips and setting down the bottle. "Is there something I can do for you?"

He grins. "I was hoping you'd ask me that. Okay, so here's the plan; you, me, dinner tonight. I could reserve a table at a restaurant-"

"Tony,"

He raises an eyebrow. "Or the room so no one will disturb us?"

"Tony,"

"Or the whole restaurant-?"

"Tony," You stand and place a hand over his mouth. "would you just stop talking for one second?"

His eyes sparkle with amusement. "You're hot when you're mad," He says against your palm, though the words sound muffled until you drop your hand. "so, is that a yes?"

You bite your lip, processing everything thats happened in the short time of ten minuets. You think about what Natasha had said about giving Tony a chance and living life to the fullest, and sigh because you know she's right.

"I mean, if you say no, then that'll only make me try harder," Tony mumbles.

Nodding your head, you've come to a decision. "A date sounds nice,"

His eyes widen. "Wait- really?"

You can't stop the smile pulling at your lips. "Really,"