Marvel Oneshots

Them as your stalker

Tony:

Tony Stark had always had an obsessive nature, a trait that served him well in business and, later, as Iron Man. But that same intensity sometimes led him down roads he didn't quite anticipate. His interest in you began innocently—an intelligent and captivating person who could hold your own in conversation with him, not intimidated by his presence or his reputation. You were refreshingly grounded, and it wasn't long before he found himself thinking about you more often than he cared to admit.

Of course, Tony tried to brush it off. He'd dated plenty of people, had plenty of infatuations, but this was... different. It wasn't enough just to be around you; he needed to know you were safe, to make sure that no harm could ever come to you. And with his vast resources, ensuring your protection became all too easy.

Every day, JARVIS kept tabs on you, monitoring your schedule and surroundings. Tony told himself it was just a precaution, just a failsafe. But whenever something even remotely out of the ordinary happened—a slight delay in your commute, an unexpected trip somewhere—he felt a pang of worry that was impossible to ignore.

One evening, you were walking home when Tony received an alert. You'd wandered into a section of town where the street lights were spotty, and his systems picked up two men approaching you from behind. Without a second thought, he activated his suit, arriving in minutes to find you cornered, the men closing in on you.

A burst of repulsor energy shot past them, hitting the wall and sending debris scattering. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Tony's voice echoed from his suit, his tone calm but laced with a lethal edge.

The men bolted, leaving you staring wide-eyed at Iron Man. He stepped closer, his faceplate lifting to reveal Tony's intense gaze. "You okay?" he asked, the concern evident in his voice.

"Tony?" you breathed, trying to process his sudden appearance. "How did you...?"

He gave a casual shrug. "Just happened to be in the neighborhood," he said, though the flicker of worry in his eyes betrayed him.

You narrowed your eyes, piecing it together. "Tony, have you... been watching over me?"

He looked away, the hint of vulnerability unusual on his face. "It's just... you know, precautionary measures," he muttered. "It's dangerous out here, and I... can't stand the thought of you getting hurt."

You softened, touched by his protectiveness. "Tony, I appreciate it. Really. I just didn't realize you cared that much."

His expression shifted, and he met your gaze. "Care isn't the half of it," he admitted, a rare moment of honesty in his otherwise guarded demeanor. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means showing up at the right moment in an admittedly dramatic fashion."

You smiled, stepping closer. "Well, you make a pretty good bodyguard."

Tony grinned, his hand finding yours as he squeezed it gently. "You're worth it."

Steve:

Steve Rogers was no stranger to intense emotions, but with you, it was different. Your presence brought him peace in a way he hadn't known since before the war. You were strong and independent, traits he deeply admired, but that only made his need to protect you even fiercer.

One evening, after a long day, Steve's instincts pulled him toward your apartment. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. He knew it was irrational, but the idea of you facing any danger was more than he could handle.

Sure enough, as he neared your street, he spotted a figure trailing behind you, close enough to raise alarm. His training kicked in, and within seconds he'd intercepted, stepping into the light and casting a firm look at the man following you.