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"Oh, by the way, hot stuff, your cardigan is with me, collect it when you can, you left it last night,"
Nora, mid-bite into her cereal, set her spoon down and turned toward him with a bewildered look.
On one hand, she was glad he didn't mention that she was in the common room last night or about her nightmares, but on the other hand, what he said sounded so... indecent! For heaven's sake, he made it sound like she'd spent the night with him or something.
And in Tony Stark's case spending a night directly meant that they had spent a night full of sweat and passion.
As if.
Tony sauntered out of the common room, just in time, when her annoyance creeps through and all the set of eyes in the room were trained on her, too much to not stand out... "It's not how it sounds like, I swear!" she said with a sigh, her hand hiding her face from their view, as embarrassment coloured her face.
The Avengers who sat around the breakfast table– in front of them, the delicious smell of the breakfast (that was made by her) wafted in the air– but they felt their interest piqued by the comment Tony made more than the food. He was a playboy, there was no denying it. But with what days the had spent with Nora training and initiating conversation– she didn't seem like a person who do, or is interested in, one night stands.
Than again, it was Tony fucking Stark we were talking about, if there was anyone in the room who could positively charm any girl in his arms, it was him.
Natasha raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, her lips curved into a knowing smirk, "What's not how it sounds like?"
"Indeed, Tony's choice of words was... suggestive," Bruce said with a small smile.
Clint, chimed in with a smirk "Spill the beans, Nora, we will not judge,"
Thor looked genuinely puzzled. "I fail to see the issue. What is wrong with Tony mentioning Lady Nora's shrug?"
Steve cleared his throat. "Well, you see, Thor, it's not about the shrug itself. It's about how Tony said it and... his personality,"
Oh they were having fun teasing her, weren't they? These little-
"Come on, Captain, not you too!" Nora muttered, groaning in embarrassment as she rested her forehead on the cool surface of the table. All while mentally cursing Tony, she was pretty sure he had said all that intentionally–knowing what others would make of it. Oh, how she wished she could throw the knife in her hand at him.
Looked like God granted her wish, something he hadn't done in her life, because just then Tony walked back in, returning from his lab to retrieve the forgotten cup of coffee from the kitchen. His hazel eyes soon landed on the mix of suggestive and teasing expressions on everyone's face, "Did I missed the drama?" he asked with a grin, that made him look years younger.
