Marvel Oneshots

Late Night Strategizing (Tony Stark)

The Avengers Compound was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. The clamor of battle had faded, leaving only the distant sounds of nature outside. Y/N found herself sitting on the plush couch in the living room, nursing a glass of whiskey. The taste was smooth, a welcome balm to the chaotic remnants of their latest confrontation with a rogue group of villains. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but now it was accompanied by a sense of calm.

Tony Stark walked in, his usually vibrant personality dulled by fatigue. He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing as he sank into the seat next to her. "Still awake, huh?" he asked, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips.

"Could say the same about you, Mr. Stark," Y/N teased, lifting her glass in a mock toast. "To long days and late nights."

"Cheers to that." He clinked his glass against hers, taking a hearty sip before setting it down on the table. The flickering firelight danced in his eyes, casting shadows across his handsome features. "So, what's the strategy for our next round with those idiots?"

Y/N leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Well, I was thinking we could use a distraction. Maybe something like a staged fight to draw their attention away while the others flank them."

"Smart. I like where your head's at," Tony replied, his eyes gleaming with interest. "But we might need a little more flair. What about a surprise ambush with some high-tech gadgets? You know, something flashy."

"Flashy is your specialty, Stark," she shot back, laughing softly. "But I think subtlety might work better this time."

Their playful banter continued, ideas flowing freely between them as the whiskey loosened their inhibitions. Each suggestion was met with a light-hearted rebuttal, the tension from earlier battles fading into the background as they found comfort in one another's presence.

As the conversation meandered from tactics to teasing, Y/N found herself leaning closer to Tony, a teasing smile on her lips. "You know, you'd make a terrible spy. Too much ego to keep a low profile."

Tony raised an eyebrow, leaning in as well. "And what about you? You're not exactly the quiet type, either. You know how to make an entrance."

"That's not a flaw; it's a talent," Y/N shot back, enjoying the playful back-and-forth. "And you love it."

"Guilty as charged," Tony admitted, his voice lowering. "But there's something about your entrances that just keeps me on my toes. I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Maybe it's because you secretly want to keep up with me?" she challenged, her heart racing as they locked eyes.

"Or maybe I just want to keep you close," he countered, his tone shifting to something more serious, more intimate. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, the kind that had been building for a while but had never found its release.

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest as she caught the intensity in Tony's gaze. "What are you suggesting, Stark?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm suggesting that we stop pretending there isn't something here," he said, inching closer. "After a day like today, I think we deserve a little fun."

Her heart raced as the warmth of his presence enveloped her. The space between them felt charged, and she could feel the magnetic pull drawing them closer. "And what kind of fun did you have in mind?"

Tony smirked, his confidence radiating from him. "How about we start with a little kiss and see where it takes us?"

Before she could respond, Tony leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was electric, igniting a spark that set her entire being alight. She melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the moment.