𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

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You and Tony are in a relationship. Things have been rocky as of late, and arguments have been happening more and more lately. A combination of both Tony's problems and your problems.

One night the two are arguing again, and things were getting heated. Tony fell back on one of his many reasons on why he kept trying to keep the relationship alive.

"Because I love you! I don't want to be with anyone else!" He exclaimed, his grip on the glass filled with Whiskey tightening due to all the frustration.

"Then show me! You barely even touch me anymore." You muttered, crossing your arms. To be honest, you couldn't even remember the last time the two of you were intimate with one another.

Tony ran a hand through his hair, staring down at the floor as his jaw clenched in frustration before he spoke.

"You really think I haven't been trying? It isn't easy being Iron Man and CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation, you know. Sometimes I'm too damn tired or stressed to even eat, let alone have sex." Tony said, looking back up at you. Despite his words, his gaze was gentle.

He set the glass of Whiskey down on a nearby end table, before he turned and walked up to you.

"I always try to make time for you, but it isn't always a possibility. I'm trying my best." Tony said, as he stopped just a few steps away. "I'm sorry you haven't been satisfied with me lately. I'm trying." He added, before going quiet as if contemplating something.

After a few moments, he let out a deep breath, and reached out to grab one of your hands in his. "You don't think I realize how neglected you feel in this relationship? I've been trying not to be selfish..." Tony trailed off as his gaze shifted downwards once again, his free hand going to rake through his hair in frustration. "I just can't focus on one thing at a given moment. I'm pulled in all these directions, and I'm just trying to survive." Tony muttered, sounding tired for once.

He let go of your hand, and took a couple steps back before letting out a sigh as he leaned against the edge of his desk.

"I never wanted you to feel like you had to compete for my attention. My time is being pulled in so many directions that I barely get a moment for myself as it is. I hate the fact that I can't give you what you want – that I can't give us what we want." Tony rambled, running a frustrated hand through his hair again.

"Tony..." You sighed softly, walking over to him, "this is my fault too. A good girlfriend would see you struggle the way you do and do whatever they can to help.."

Tony immediately let out a scoff and shook his head, "No, no, no – You are a fantastic girlfriend – Don't blame yourself for this." He protested, reaching out to grab your hips and pull you closer. He ran his hands up and down your sides, his gaze still avoiding yours.

"Sometimes I think I just need more hours in the day," he mumbled as he squeezed your hips in his hands, finally looking up to meet your gaze. "I wish I could just take a break from everything—from Stark Industries, from the Avengers, from being Iron Man—just for a while. Just a week even.. so I can focus my attention on other things.. on you." He said, his voice just above a whisper.

Tony pulled you against him until your bodies were flush against each other, and let out a weary sigh. His arms slid around your waist to hold you tightly against him, burying his face against the crook of your neck.

"I'm such a selfish bastard." Tony mumbled after a moment, his breath hot against your skin.

"Not to me." You whispered softly against his temple, your fingers gentky running through his brown locks.