Marvel Oneshots

Under Pressure (Tony Stark)

The giant to-do list glared at you from your computer screen, each item a reminder of just how busy your day was about to get. Your jaw dropped as you read through the overwhelming number of tasks, each more daunting than the last. "No way all of this is due tonight," you muttered under your breath, scrolling down only to find that yes, indeed, everything was due by the end of the day.

Perfect.

You shook your head in disbelief, trying to wrap your mind around the mountain of work ahead. You were skilled at your job, and known for managing to pull off the impossible when it came to Tony Stark's demands. But today felt particularly daunting, like standing at the foot of a mountain that seemed insurmountable.

The life of an assistant to a billionaire superhero came with chaos, and some days it felt like you were juggling fire while trying to walk a tightrope. Despite loving your job, there were moments when working for the cockiest Avenger pushed you to your limits.

With a deep breath, you turned away from the screen and began formulating a plan. You grabbed your notebook, jotting down priorities, mentally dividing the tasks into manageable chunks. The clattering of your keyboard filled the quiet office, punctuated by the occasional groan of frustration as you realized how much you had to do.

Just as you were about to dive into the first task, the door to the office swung open, revealing Tony in all his charming, egotistical glory. "Hey there, my favorite workaholic!" he greeted, a playful smirk on his face.

"Tony, I'm not sure if I can handle your 'favorite' status right now," you replied, looking up from your notes. "I'm drowning in a sea of tasks. Do you always have to create such a colossal to-do list?"

He strolled into the room, casually leaning against your desk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's life without a little excitement?" He glanced at the screen, raising an eyebrow. "Wow, that's quite the list. You should've seen my assistant before you—she quit."

Your eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"Let's just say I had a penchant for overwhelming her with last-minute requests," he said with a playful grin. "But you? You thrive under pressure."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile despite the stress weighing on you. "You're the only person I know who finds joy in chaos, Stark."

"Life is chaos, (Y/N). It's all about how you choose to handle it," he replied, crossing his arms as he leaned back slightly. "You can either let it crush you, or you can rise above it and kick some ass."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to organize your endless demands," you shot back, though there was a lightness in your voice.

"Coffee?" He ignored your sarcasm, pretending to ponder. "I'll get you some. Consider it a morale booster."

"Seriously?" you asked, an eyebrow raised. "You're offering to help?"

"Of course! I'm not heartless. Plus, it'll give me a chance to check in on how you're managing the chaos," he said, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"Fine, but only if you promise not to make more work for me while you're at it," you said, trying to keep your tone light.

"Promise. I'll even distract Pepper so she doesn't add more to your plate," he joked, winking at you as he turned to head toward the kitchen.

As you watched him go, a wave of gratitude washed over you. While his larger-than-life persona could be overwhelming, he genuinely cared about the people around him, and that made all the difference.

You turned back to the daunting to-do list and began tackling the first few tasks. Time passed as you poured yourself into work, but the items seemed never-ending. You glanced up to see Tony re-entering the room, coffee in hand.